Gerard's P.O.V

  Rushing around, rushing around. Where are my keys? Where are my shoes? Where is my toast? It's burning in the toaster. Fantastic. Not eating that then. Where did I leave my brain today? Oh God my hair as well. Comb. Where's the comb? Why can I never find a fucking comb? Do I even own a comb? Okay then, a brush. Where's the brush? There's the brush. What's it doing next to the bread bin? Nevermind that. Brush, brush, brush, looks semi acceptable. I'm never going to be able to explain what my keys are doing in my shoe, so I won't even try. Let's just get out of the door and get to work. 

  Get in the car, start the engine, check rear-view mirror, there's the comb! Not even gonna ask what it's doing there. Right, let's try to get to work without crashing the car.
 
*BEEP BEEP*

Well that worked. Where the fuck did that SUV come from anyway? Pull into parking lot, oh look there's a space for once. Okay, breath. Susan's here at least. Okay, enter work semi professionally. 

  She's reading a newspaper. She never normally reads a newspaper. Walking to my desk I say,

 "Morning Suse. Good weekend?"

 "Yeah. Yours?" 

 "Suse. What happened to your voice?" 

  Slowly the newspaper descended, revealing a mop of black hair and a pair of brown eyes peering over the top like something out of Psycho. I stared dumbfoundedly. What's Frank doing here? It's Monday morning and I haven't had my coffee yet. I must be hallucinating. Suddenly, Frank broke the silence with,

 "I'm back! Did ya miss me?" Nope, I'm not hallucinating. That's definately Frank. A hallucination couldn't be that gay. 

 "Woah now." 

 "Dude." Frank looked at me questioningly, finally completely  removing his newspaper mask.

 "What? I couldn't think of anything else to say." 

 "How about, 'Yes, I missed you.'?" 

 "What if I didn't miss you?" I watched his face fall, relishing in it for a second before adding, "Dude, I'm kidding."

 "How you can kid at this time of the morning, I will never know." 

 "Considering I haven't had my coffee yet, this is good for me. So, what are you doing here? You are real aren't you? Just to double check."

 "Noo. I'm an illusion." Frank said, stretching out the word illusion. I purposefully let my face fall, watching his reaction. 

 "Dude, I'm kidding." 

 "See! Now you're doing it!" I squeaked. 

 "You started it!" 

 "Don't go all small girly on me, and answer my question."

 "Okay, okay. I guess I can't put it off forever. I've got two weeks holiday and I'm bored."

 "Aw, poor little Frankie." I said in a mocking voice.

 "Enough. With. The. Little." 

 "I've got 4 inches and I'm using them." I spoke poking my tongue out and finally sitting at my desk. Oh God, that came out wrong. Sexual inuendo much Gerard? Mental slap. I watched Frank raise his eyebrows but thankfully he didn't respond.

 "So, got any new stock in that I might be interested in?" 

 "Dude, I thought you were meant to be on holiday. You know, like, not working?"

 "What can I say? I'm a workaholic." He replied with a big cheesy grin on his face. 

 "That's just wrong. But now you mention it, I have something you may be interested in." Mental slap number 2. 
What's with the sexual inuendo today? You told him give you time, but you're flirting with him. What kind of idiot are you? Again with the talking to myself. It's got to stop!

 "Oh and what would that be Mr Way? A life drawing from Paris perhaps?" He said with a mysterious glint in his eye.

 "No, you perv. A drum."

 "A drum?" Frank said skeptically.

 "Yes parrot boy. A drum. Follow me. Follow the sultry sound of my voice."

 "Gerard my eyes are open." He said with a giggle.

 "Oh yeah. Shush. That's too sensible." I said mentally slapping myself again and leading him into the store room. At least he went in the right direction this time. 

 "Just look at it."

 "It's a drum." 

 "No. It was hand-crafted by Aboriginis in Australia. Look at the intricate detail."

 "It's a drum."

 "The top was made from the finest antalope hide. It's still soft. Rub the drum Frank. Feel the softness of the hide."

 "You're getting way too much pleasure out of this." Damn it, I almost said my hide. We are so talking about this when we get home brain. Do not make me embaress myself in front of this man. 

 "Hello? Gerard come back. I'm not interested. It's a drum. I look for art." After being jolted out of my mental rant, I put the drum down quickly trying to change the subject.

 "So, where are you staying and how long for?" 

 "Urm, right. I didn't think about that. Are there any decent hotels I can stay in?" He asked, scratching his neck. 

 "Yeah, if you want to pay the equivalent of a down payment on a small house." 

 "Oh right." Small pause. "Any chance I could stay with you then?" 

 Oh God. If I say yes, he'll think I'm moving too fast and didn't mean the whole 'give me time' scenario. If I say no, I'll just feel mean. I'll come to a compromise, he can sleep on the couch. To Frank I actually said,

 "Yeah, as long as you don't mind sleeping on the couch." 

 "No, I love getting down on the couch." I stared at him in horror. Now who's dishing out the sexual innuendo? 

 "Oh sorry. Scrap that. I love getting my HEAD down on the couch."

  This is gonna be a long couple of days.