Franks Pov.

I'm working the check-out with Jamia at the store. She's a sweet girl and is pretty into punk so we get along, but I'm a little antsy on account that Gerard might be coming to the store any minute.

"So, do you think that guys gonna buy something or just stare at Maxim all night?" Jamia sighed, nodding towards the middle-aged man ogling the magazine. I glace away from the door, (waiting for Gerard, is that creepy?) and assess the situation.

"Well if his drool gets anywhere near the cover he breaches the 'break it, you buy it' policy, then we will have officially made our first sale of the shift. By default." I yawn, relaxing on my chair. Jamia giggles.

"Rigggght, drool doesn't count!"

"Yes, it does. Check the hand book." I state matter-of-factly, she laughs and shakes her head. Then the little bell on the door rings signaling a new costumer. My nerves go haywire upon seeing Gerard enter, my cheeks flush and I turn to Jamia, who also happens to be distracted by his beauty. Fuck, did I just say beauty? I meant his really cool Watchmen Tee-shirt -that hugs his chest so tightly- I mean, highlight his masculinity -and make him look really sexy- Shut-up brain! Gee gives me a small wave, I wave back, after he makes a bee-line to the comic section. Hmm, something in common?

"You know him?" Asks Jamia, awestricken.

"Uhh, yeah" I admit blushing harder. Jamia bites her lip, holding back a laugh.

"And you like him!" She sings, poking my shoulder. My cheeks burn.

"I do not!" I deny, looking away from her. She raises an eyebrow.

"Really? 'Cause tomatoes got nothing on you." She teases.

"Okay, maybe a little, but please understand this is all very confusing for me!" I plea. She gives out a sharp squeal.

"Can I help set you two up? Is he gay? Have you kissed him yet?" Jamia asks a mile a minute.

"shhhh! Keep it down! He's right there! Oh, and no, not sure and NO!" I snap, she leans closer.

"Please can I help? I'm great at setting people up or at least just let me help you do your hair..." She trails off, since the subject of our conversation was approaching.

"Hey, Frank." Gerard says putting a comic book down on the counter. The cover is something I don't recognize.

"Nice choice." I grin, scanning the book.

"Yeah, I've been keeping up with Preacher for awhile. It's pretty cool, but most stores don't have it." He says, I nod, not understanding a thing he's saying, but just enjoy his voice.

"$5.99, no tax for friends." I smile handing him the book and receipt. He extricates his wallet from his jeans. His tight little jeans… Then pulls out a few bills, handing them to me.

"Good deal, for just sitting next to you in English." He winks.

"Oh and do you want to hang out later? As a repayment of sorts for driving me home last night, you know so I wouldn't get gang raped." He added.

"That'd be cool I get off at-." I start before getting rudely interrupted by Jamia.

"He gets off now! I'll cover the store." She says, looking triumphant and glancing from me too Gerard.

"My car's right outside." He says.

"Oppose to inside?" I smirk He thumps his head.

"Yeah, sometimes it seems like my brain shuts down…" He sighs. Jamia makes a shooing motion with her hands.

"C'mon guys, I have other customers!" She whines.

"Sorry, I didn't catch your name." Gerard asks.

"Oh, it's Jamia, but you can call me Jams."

"Since when have people called you 'Jams'?" I ask tilting my head. She just rolls her eyes.

"Uh, well, we should go now and let Jams do her job." Gerard says, scratching the back of his neck. I nod and wave at Jamia as we walk out, she mouths "have fun". I just smile. Gerard opens the door and I mutter a thanks. Outside his car is parked, he walks to the driver's door and I take the passenger seat. He turns on the ignition, and we drive.

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Gerards pov:

Franks sitting in the passenger seat, wearing some pretty snazzy aviators he found next to the seat. I had no idea those where there, but I must say they do suit him. The radio is blasting and all windows are open, creating an action movie feeling.

"So, where are we going?" Frank asks staring out the window.

"I thought we'd decide that as we go." I say, trying to cover up that I hadn't planned anything, and wasn't even sure that I was going to show up until I did. Frank nods.

"Maybe we should get some type of food before I pass out." Frank says queasily.

"Oh, are you sick?' I ask glancing at him, worried.

"No! No, just barely had any lunch." He grimaces.

"Well, you're in luck, because there is this Mexican place Mikey and I used to go to all the time, right over there." I turn the car into the parking lot. Just as I remember it, decorated in cheesy lights and painted with chipping yellow paint. Now we stand in fount of the door.

"Ready to experience a different culture?" I ask grinning, while opening the door. Frank is mesmerized.

"I've driven by this place a million times, but never knew what it was!" He says, giddy.

"Hola! Table for two?" asks the waiter, in a heavy Spanish accent.

"Yes, please" I say taking charge, since Frank is busy examining every detail of the restaurant. The waiter brings us to a table off in one corner, on it is a bowl of chips and salsa, also there is a candle burning. The elaborate Spanish chairs sit on opposite sides of the small circular table. We get seated and the waiter hand us menu's, then leaves us.

"This place is great!" Frank says, still looking around.

"That's what Mikey says all the time!" I laugh scooping up some dip with a chip.

Frank nods, copying my action.

"So, who's was that Jamia, person?" I ask trying to get a conversation started.

"Oh, she's my best friend. I only got that job because of her." Frank gushes.

"How did you two meet?" I ask.

"Kindergarten." He says simply.

"You're lucky, she's cute." I say biting into another chip

Authors Note: That's all the chapters I have typed up so far, but I will upload again soon. Please REIEW, it really does help. Thank you for reading, I hope it was enjoyable!