I Promise I'll Look After You

Shopping Trip

{Gerard's POV}

Four weeks later, exams were finally over.

I was so happy they were.

A huge weight had been lifted off of my shoulders when I left the exam hall for the last time.

It was probably the same for everyone else.

When the fog had lifted, I remembered that the next big thing was prom in three weeks.

I didn't even have a suit yet.

Did it have to match with Frank's since we were going together?

I had no idea.

So I decided to ask the only person I knew had a slight idea.

"Mum?" I peered around the living room doorway.

"Yes, Darling?"

I felt a little nervous about this subject.

I walked into the room a bit more.

"I need help."

"What with?" She looked up from a magazine she had been reading.

Sitting down next to her on the sofa, I sighed.

"I'm not sure what to do for prom."

A smile overtook her face.

"Have you talked to Frank?"

"Kind of," I bit my lip, "But he's as clueless as I am."

Mum seemed to get excited then.

"Ooh can I help?"

I grinned, "That's the reason I'm here."

Mums came in handy sometimes.

Ten minutes later, mum decided that we would go out of town to get a suit and that Frank and his mum would join us.

I was a bit skeptical because I had never met Frank's mum and Frank never mentioned telling her about us.

But when I asked him about the plan he seemed for it and said he'd ask his mum.

So a week later, I was waiting outside the train station with my mum for Frank and his mum.

Nervous was an understatement.

Did this count as meeting the in-laws?

"What kind of suit were you thinking?" Mum pulled me out of my nervous thoughts.

"What? Oh um a black one."

"Black? That's a bit morbid for prom."

I shrugged, "It's the only decent colour there is."

I spotted Frank then.

He was walking towards us, his hands in his pockets and a lopsided grin on his face, and his mum was next to him.

She looked friendly enough.

She was about the same size as Frank which made him even cuter.

She had short, brown hair and a skirt-suit on.

She actually looked really formal next to Frank in his ripped jeans and Misfits t-shirt.

Mum had stopped talking so she must have seen them as well.

When they were only a few feet away from us, I stepped forward to greet Frank.

He grinned and pulled me into a hug.