Truth is...

"Frank! Have you seen my new jacket? I thought I hung it in the back of the closet...But it's not there." Gerard frowned. Frank smiled at the forming pout on his boyfriend's lips. "It's downstairs. In the hall closet, remember? You wore it when we went out to dinner two nights ago?"

"Oh yeah." Gerard replied thoughtfully while crossing the room. He reached Frank, then kissed him on the lips gently. He started to straighten up, but Frank grabbed his arm, planting another firm kiss on his lips. "I'll be back." Gerard smiled.

"I'll be waiting." Frank said."Love you." He added.

"Me too." Gerard said rushing down the staircase of he and Frank's brand new home. He could hardly believe it. A few months ago he and Frank were still hiding, sneaking around. It was exhilarating. And if there was one thing Gerard Way craved at this point of his life it was excitement. Now that they were public their relationship had begun to cool down. Not that he didn't love Frank, he loved him with all his heart. And they were together. Finally. Which elated some of their fans, and was downright flattered when he found out they had already given him and Frank a "hollywood couple" name. Frerard. He chuckled as he thought about it.

But something was missing. He seriously felt that he needed something else.

He drove, and drove as he tried to coe to a conclusion. His attention had been focused on women a whole lot more lately. Even though it had been ages since he'd been with one.
Their features, the feel of them in his arms. The soft scent of perfume was something he recently began missing since Alicia's tended to linger around the house whenever she and Mikey came to visit.

Gerard shivered, convinced that a woman's touch was just what he needed to feel a little naughty again. The thrill of being caught. He longed for it. It excited him. And he wanted to start then. At that very moment.

Gerard waited until nightfall to go through with his plan. He weaved the familiar streets, not slowing down until he reached the darkened alleyways and neighborhoods where he'd find just the girl he was looking for.

He drove along the curb. There weren't too many girls on this particular street, and therefore, each commanded his attention in a different way.

The tall blond had long, long, legs which she accented with four inch stiletto heels, slinking down the pavement gracefully, her milky white skin glistened under the soft street lamps. The shorter blond had a perfect figure with big, round, succulent boobs. She was pretty, but rather fake looking. And then he spotted a brunette. She was sort of innocent looking, but not. Her legs weren't that long, her boobs average, but nice and perky. But her hips. Something about her hips hypnotized him. They switched and swayed sensually as she walked. She had shoulder length, dark, almost black hair, and her skin was darker than the others. She was exotic and lovely. He wondered where she was from as he watched her approach his Dodge.

"Hi there, Sexy. Lookin' for some fun? 'Cause that's my middle name, ya know. Fun." She smiled, eyes twinkling, chomping on her gum. She reached the car and leaned down towards him. The aroma of the juicy fruit she chewed swirled into his nostrils.

Juicy fruit and vanilla. That's what she smelled of. He inhaled deeply.

"Get in." He growled, and the exotic girl gave the tall blond a hand signal before jumping into his passenger's seat.