Radio Man

I wake up in the evenin’, with a big smile on my face, and it never feels outta place, and you’re still probably workin’, at a 9 to 5 base, I wonder how bad that tastes… mmm mmmm mmmm mmmm, mmmm, shiny car – oops. Wrong part. Shit. Ahem. Where am I? Fuck. Gerard noticed my humming fuck up! Shit. Smile. Act cool. Suave’. That’s it. Very good. Ok. And breathe.

Frank’s trying really hard to act like he didn’t just fuck up his humming to the song on the radio in the car but Gerard noticed. And Gerard’s laughing.

And Frank gives up.

“Ok, yeah laugh it up. I screwed the song up. What ever,” Frank’s now drumming his fingers to Michael Jackson’s Dirty Diana.

Sexy song it is.

“So-sorry. But it was cute – like just, a – just cute,” Gerard smiles and hums to the song while Frank scrunches his nose at Gerards description of him stuffing up the All American Rejects.

“I still can’t believe he’s gone,” Frank thought he may as well throw that out there.

“Yeah, kind of, spur of the moment thing,” Gerard stops and frowns.

“Well, he didn’t exactly decide that yeah, I’m going to drop right now, so how could it be a – a spur of the moment thing?” Frank laughs while Gerard shrugs, still frowning.

“I don’t know, as soon as I said it I knew it was wrong,” Frank giggles a little before sighing.

“Dirty Di-ana!” Gerard jumps and Frank squeaks.

“Holy shit! What the fuck?” Gerard looks at the radio and Frank follows.

“That just like, jumped up to top volume and oh my god that scared me,”

“Ain’t wrong – maybe we should stop talking about him,” Gerard looks serious.

Frank thinks it’s kinda adorable but also thinks that Gerard has a point.

They’re almost back at the apartments, just another few corners to turn and a few homeless people to avoid as they stop at stop signs and traffic lights. So not far really. Frank’s used to it by now.

Back at the Radio Station before they left, Gerard had finished doing his job and clocked off early at 3am. Frank thought that was not early and he could’ve gone home a few hours before hand and just come back to pick Gerard up.

Gerard didn’t agree.

Hence why Franks eyes are heavy and scratchy. They’re dry and need some moisture. He’s tempted to get Gerard to lick them or something.

Or not.

Preferably just get some water and drown his eyes. He’d rather water then spit.

Even if it is Gerard’s spit. He’d rather that spit else where then on his eye of all places.

“Home sweet fucking home, urgh I want bed,” Frank can’t stress the urgency in his voice enough.

“Wanna watch a movie?” Obviously. Because Gerard didn’t get a hint of it.

Fuck.

“But I’m tired,” Mouth down in corners, tremble the bottom lip a little, let the eyes water just a tad, and maybe do the kicked puppy look too.

Frank knows how to make someone take his side.

“Let’s watch a movie,” Or not.

Gerard’s smiling like he hasn’t heard a damn thing Frank’s said.

“Fine,” Is all Frank says with a huff as they make their way up to Franks apartment.

The hallway is kind of bright for the hour they are walking at. Frank almost gets confused and thinks it’s midday. But Gerard reminds him that, no, it is not midday. It is in fact almost 4am.

Frank almost dies at that information. He hasn’t been up this early in a few weeks, possibly even a month. He doesn’t need to stay up that late anymore.

He has his radio man right next to him, a phone call or text message away if he needs him.

No need for the radio.

Frank smiles as that realization squirms its way into his head.

He finally does have radio man, cute dickhead and Gerard.

Maybe god isn’t so bad with making wishes come true. Just maybe.