Frank's POV. The first hour of working in my office with Gerard was silent

The first hour of working in my office with Gerard was silent. He didn't speak to me and concentrated on tracing the designs given to him to trace. I sat daydreaming and not doing any work. Every time I tried to work, I'd get distracted in my thoughts about The Dark Ninja. Maybe I did love him. Tonight I was gonna show him one of my tattoos, the one on my upper thigh. I'd gotten it the day The Dark Ninja and I saved the person pushed out of the tall building. I was hoping he'd appreciate that one. I'd never shown anyone before, so I knew I had to show him that one.

"Did you contract syphilis or something last night? Because you're looking into space and drooling," Gerard's voice said, breaking me away from my thoughts.

"Are you trying to get me angry with you?" I asked him.

"I just assumed you were already angry with me. After how I yelled at you yesterday, I'm surprised I'm still sitting here today," he spoke.

"Now that you mention it, about that. Your brother is not allowed in my shop again. He embarrassed me. He could've pretended that he enjoyed it or some shit," I replied, annoyed.

"First of all, it's not your shop. You only manage it. And secondly, why should you care? You're in love with another guy, after less than a day. You'd think your standards would be a little higher than that," he informed me.

"I've been with the guy for longer than a day," I retorted.

"So then you cheated on him yesterday by kissing Mikey," Gerard replied.

"No. It's complicated. I thought he was someone else. That's why I kissed him," I told Gerard, hoping he would shut up now, because he was starting to get me riled up.

"Well you know, I've never been in love. What do you define love as? Maybe you can enlighten me. Does love just mean that they made you orgasm twice over? Does it mean that they were ever so generous enough to give your balls some nice diseases?" he asked, making me stand up and stand over him.

"What gives you the right to be a bitch for? Is it because I'm not your friend so I have to be your enemy? Is it because I am happy with my life and you're not? For fuck sakes, tell me what your fucking problem is," I ordered him angrily.

"Ok, you wanna know? I started work here almost a year ago. As soon as I got the job, all I had to do was sit there and Erica and her posse of bitch-faces judged me based on how I looked. How greasy my hair was, how unfashionable my clothes were, how reclusive I was. And because you wanted to stay in the cool club around here, you started hating on me too, joining in on their name calling and judging. You'd think I would've heard shit like that enough in high school. But apparently not, because I have to put up with it every day. And then all because I light things on fire when I'm angry, you all had to keep making me angrier and angrier until one day I exploded and set my desk on fire. So don't you tell me who can and can't come to the parlor to see me. Just because Mikey gave you a reality check does not mean that he should be banned from coming here. So get over yourself," he yelled back at me angrily before storming out of the office. I decided to go after him. If the owner of the parlor made a surprise visit, I'd be in the shit.

"Gerard, get your ass back here now!" I yelled out angrily. He walked out of the parlor and walked up the street. The next thing I heard was an explosion. What the fuck?

I ran outside to see what the fuck was going on. There was a garbage bin on fire and Gerard was nowhere to be seen. He was probably hiding somewhere near and getting off to the exploded garbage bin. Sighing, I walked back into my office and slammed the door angrily. Why did this guy have to bring out the worst in me? Everything he'd said. It was right. I'd judged him and not been friendly to him all because I was 'cool' and he was a 'loser'. I'd suffered as the loser in high school, but I'd still caused grief for Gerard.

Suddenly my cellphone rang. Pulling it out of my pocket I looked at the caller ID.

The Dark Ninja

Smiling, I pressed the 'answer' button. I was so glad that he had called. Maybe he could brighten my mood.

"Hello," I greeted.

"I'm so sorry to call. This is probably the worst time for me to call you since you're at work, but I needed to talk to you," blubbered the voice on the other end.

"Ninja boy, what's wrong?"

"I'm pretty sure I'm gonna be fired now," he said. It was hard to understand what he was saying. He must've been crying pretty hard.

"Did you wanna talk about it?" I asked.

"No, I just wanted to hear your voice. I want you to talk about something. Anything. Just talk to me," he begged.

"Ok, well, you're still good for tonight, right?" I asked him.

"Uh-huh," he replied.

"Well, tonight's gonna be a special night. I'm still not ready, if you know what I mean, but I wanna show you something which will help me to get ready for it," I informed him.

"Your cock?" he guessed, sounding a little more calm. I giggled.

"You wish Ninja boy," I replied, making him chuckle. "But it is something equally as important."

"Wow, it must be important then if it's as good as your cock," he replied, a kinky tone to his voice that I had never heard before. It was making me hard just thinking about him and I in bed. I looked around and out the door and saw that everyone was loud and busy out on the main floor of the parlor. I then turned back around and decided to propose something to The Dark Ninja in a hushed tone.

"You ever had phone sex before?" I asked.