The Boy Next Door 7-Frerard

Franks POV

I was freaking out. And not in typical Frank style, oh no, I was freaking out like a fucking teenage girl. I was shitting myself, I had no idea what to wear tonight, how to do my make-up and even how to do my hair. What kinda shit is this?
To make all this shit worse, I had no idea where he was taking me. What do I wear if I don't know where I'm going?
I could either dress smartly then he ends up taking me somewhere like a park and be too over dressed, or wear something casual and end up going somewhere smart.
I groaned in frustration. I was acting like such a fucking pansy while pacing my room in my underwear.
I was rushing around too much to hear my mother creeping up, looking at me leaning on the door frame she coughed getting my attention.  
I turned round to see my mom with an amused smirk on her face. That same fucking smirk that's been passed down to lucky ol' me.

"What Mom? Can't you see I'm busy?"
"Yeah I know, I was just coming up to give you these…" she took her hands from behind her back holding out my freshly cleaned black skinny jeans and an ironed button down black shirt.
"Where these with your converse, have you hair naturally with your fringe across like.." I moved my fringe to the side and jumped as my mom almost shouted at me, "THAT! Yeah, that's good," she grinned. "Oh, and wear that red eye shadow you like to wear and a bit of eyeliner. There, sorted." She placed my clothes on my bed and strutted out of my room.

I stood staring at the place she was just standing dumbfounded. I fucking love that woman.
I quickly ran down stairs creeping up on my mom and hugged her tightly.
"Thank you, thank you, thank you!"
Laughing my mom turned around and kissed my forehead.
"No problem Frankie, now get your skinny arse upstairs and put some clothes on other than your boxers and hurry up! Gerard will be here soon."
With that, I ran back upstairs and got straight to work.
I only had half an hour till Gerard came and I had to look fucking hot.

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I was too busy applying my last bit of eyeliner to my eyelid to notice my mother sneaking up on me. Again.
"Frankie dear," I jumped at the sound of her voice and I must have been oh so funny as my mom stared to giggle manically , holding herself up by my door frame.
Annoyed I stood watching her with my hands on my hips and my best "Seriously?" face.
Still giggling my mom replied to my look, "Sorry sweet, you look lovely." I smiled at her warmly, it may seem vain or whatever, but I love it when mom compliments me, it's much better than all the shit I get from school.

"And who else may be looking fine tonight?"
"Erm, you?" I asked. She always likes people complimenting her as much as I do but loves to provoke it.
"No silly! But now you mention it…" We both burst into a spontaneous fit of giggles. I really do fucking love her.
"Any way… Gerard! Duh!"
"MOM!" No way was she gonna get away with calling my date hot.
"What? He does. Ehuh, so yeah, he's down stairs waiting for you. And Frankie, don't freak this own out, he'll be good for you."
"I know Mom, thanks."

Me and Mom made our way to the landing where we could see Gerard. He however, were looking at his hands.
He looked indeed mighty fine as my mom put it. He also looked a little nervous.
Quickly I pulled my Mom into my room and we both started quietly squealing like little girls.
"He's fucking perfect Mom!" I exclaimed.
"Yes he is, now as you would put it "Fuck off and have a good night!""
I giggled at my mom while making my way down the stairs.
At the sound of my voice, Gerard instantly looked up and smiled. As I reached the ground, he quickly kissed me on the cheek and whispered in my ear, "You looking stunning tonight."
Blushing, I repaid the compliment, and damn did he look good.
He wore pretty much the same outfit: black skinny jeans and black shirt but teamed it with a faded leather jacket that surprisingly worked really well as well as a red tie hanging loosely round his neck.
Even though we were wearing pretty much the same outfit, he looked so much better than me. That boy is like sex on legs.

Taking my hand, Gee lead me towards the door. I quickly shouted a goodbye to my mom and closed the door. As we reached Gee's car, he open up my door for me like a true gentleman. And once again, he made me blush.
Could he get anymore perfect?
As he sat into the drivers seat, he turned around looking for something and picked whatever he was looking from, from the back seat.
When he turned back round, I saw what was in his hand.
He handed me the single rose, both of us blushing and kissed my hand as he gave it to me.
All I could think was, "Am I in a movie?" It was all too perfect and cute and fuck I was falling for this guy so hard.

I leaned over and kissed his cheek quickly, the only thank you I could think of at the time.
He was smiling and I could just about see him blushing under the dim lights coming from the sidewalk.
"Thank you," I said with a smile.
"No problem, now lets go…"