coffee house au // frerard

coffee house au // pt. 1

Gerard isn't really a player, nor does he sleep around – he wouldn't really count two one night stands as something incredibly slutty. Truth is Gerard wants a serious relationship, he just hasn't found the right guy as yet. But Gerard felt like this would change.

Recently, the coffee house Gerard usually goes to hired a new barista – Frank, and good lord, he's the cutest person Gerard had ever seen. Gerard remembered the few times he brought Mikey to the coffee house, only to have his brother tease him (with much brotherly love, mind you) about his crush on the young barista – and by young, Gerard means young, Frank doesn't look any older than nineteen and Gerard's not that old, well he wouldn't consider being twenty three as old.

But today, Gerard decides that enough is enough, he finally got the balls to talk to Frank about something other than coffee and maybe, just maybe ask him out on a date. Gerard also forced Mikey to come along for 'moral support' and 'to be a good brother' and all Mikey could do was flash Gerard a knowing smirk because he knows how much of a dork his brother is.

"Do I look good? Is my hair okay?" Gerard asked frantically as he stood outside the coffee house.

"You look amazing, now shut the fuck up and go ask out your barista," Mikey said encouragingly.

"You're sure, right?" Gerard asked again, looking at Mikey for confirmation.

"Oh for fuck's sake, yes. Now go inside and steal his heart," Mikey replied, rolling his eyes fondly at Gerard, with the slightest smile on his face.

Gerard lets out a sigh of relief and flashed a smile at his brother, "thanks, Mikes."

"You're welcome, G."

Gerard smiled at Mikey once more before heading into the coffee house. It was only seven am, so there's not many people – surprisingly. Gerard just shrugged it off and walked towards the ordering counter, he makes a quick turn around to see that Mikey was in their usual seat, giving a look of "you better not chicken out" and he quickly turned around.

"Hi! Good morning, how can I help you?" a familiar voice said.

Gerard couldn't help but flash the tiny barista a small smile. Gerard also noted that he – Frank got a new hair-cut, the punk Mohawk with the bleached blonde shaven sides, it was a good look on him and Gerard also noticed that he had chipped black nail polish on, god Frank could make anything look attractive.

"Um, sir, are you ready to order, or do you need a few minutes?" he said hesitantly.

"Um, no, sorry – um, I'd like two Americanos, please?" Gerard mumbled out awkwardly. Gerard mentally slapped himself for being so awkward, he's done this so many times before, why is he getting all choked up now. A soft voice pulled Gerard out of his thoughts.

"Sir, names?"

"Oh, um, Gerard and Mikey."

"Okay cool, that'll be 10 dollars," Frank said.

Gerard quickly paid him and walked over to Mikey and slumped down in the seat opposite to him.

"So I'm guessing it didn't went well," Mikey said, looking at his brother.

"He's so goddamn pretty and I'm so me, and he must think I'm some weirdo who likes to ogle at teenagers," Gerard said dejectedly.

"Oh, G, don't be too hard on yourself, I'm positively sure he doesn't think of you like that," Mikey said in a weak attempt to lift up Gerard's mood, "hey listen, you still have a second attempt, our coffee's almost done, maybe you can chat him up when you collect our coffee."