Frank smiled when he heard a knock at his front door knowing it was Gerard. Frank opened the door, "Hey sugar." Frank said before he kissed Gerard's cheek.
"I don't thank I've ever been to your house." Gerard pointed out. "Well, let me give you a tour." Frank said. Frank led Gerard further into his house. "Here is my living room. We got my shitty couch I found on the side of the road, my antique shelf pull of bongs, my cigarette rolling tray and ashtray, some paintings. Shit like that." Gerard giggled at Frank's house tour. "We got my kitchen, it's very yellow and brown for some reason. Bathroom is down that hall along with my bedroom and a band room." Frank pointed down the hallway. "Band room?" Gerard asked. "Here let me show you." Frank led Gerard into the 'band room'. It was full of guitars. Wall to wall of electric guitars, acustic guitars, twelve string guitars, basses, six string basses. Everything you could think of. "Holy shit." Gerard whispered. "I get good money for working as a radio show host so I spend it all on music and weed. I got shitty furniture because I just blow it all on other shit. It's a bad habit of mine." Gerard giggled as he stared wide-eyed at all the guitars. "I didn't even know you played guitar." Gerard mentioned. "I don't talk about it much." Frank pointed out. "Why not? You seem very invested in playing guitar, why not talk about it?" Gerard questioned. Frank shrugged, "It's a very long story. We'll talk about it some other time. Tonight is date night." Gerard smiled and kissed the corner of Frank's mouth.
AN
Next chapter is date night!
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FanfictionFrank Iero hosts a radio show every other night. What happens when Frank's sound guy, Bob, gets replaced by Gerard?
