You're Never Gonna Fit In Much, Kid.

Frank's POV

I got home and put my hand in my pocket.

Where is Gerard's number?

I tried my other pocket.

There it is! I smiled to myself.

Speaking of smiles.. Gerard has quite a nice one.

"Frankie?"

I rolled my eyes.

"It's Frank, mom."

"Frank.. Don't roll your eyes at me."

I sighed, I hated the name Frankie... but Gerard could call me Frankie all he wants. Anything sounds wonderful coming out of his mouth.

I think I'm a bit too gay to function properly.

Am I really fangirling over a guy I met at work for about 5 minutes?

Yes, yes I am.

"I have to go to work. Make a sandwich or something for dinner, sorry hon. See you in the morning," my mom walked by me in her nurse uniform and car keys and kissed my forehead. I smiled as she waved at me and got in her car.

Now.. Time to call Gerard.

I walked into the kitchen and picked up the phone on the counter and dialed Gerard's number.

"Hello?"

"Hey.. Gerard, it's Frank. We met at HMV today." I smiled.

"Oh, yeah. Hey Frankie."

I could almost swear he was smiling too.