oof i feel like i haven't posted one of these in a while, sorry about that
I have like 30 of these just accumulated in docs
"Hey Frank?"
"Yeah?" Frank looked up from his book.
"Can you flip the record?"
"Oh, yeah, sorry. I didn't even notice it stopped."
Gerard smiled. He looked toward the sound of his boyfriend's voice. "I wish I could do it myself. I'd break it."
"Well, I could try to guide you through it."
Gerard shook his head, sighing softly. "I've held a record before, and it feels delicate. I don't trust myself with it."
"You should. You should trust yourself with everything." Frank rubbed Gerard's shoulder and sat next to him on the bed, the sound of the Misfits once again filling the room.
Gerard rested his head on Frank's shoulder and took off his sunglasses. He shielded his eyes. "I fucking hate these things."
"I'll close your shade. I'm gonna turn on your lights, though."
"Just a lamp."
"Mhm." Frank closed the shade, relieving Gerard's eyes. He clicked on a desk lamp behind him, hoping that it wouldn't affect him all that much. "That okay, honey?"
"Yeah." Gerard laid back on the bed. "What's your favorite color?"
"Green. What's yours?"
"I don't know. I don't know what they look like."
"Want me to tell you?"
Gerard nodded.
"Green, that's my favorite...it's nature all around you. It's the color of life and spring. You can smell it in the air when the flowers bloom. It's the color my guitar is, too."
"Oh." Gerard smiled. "I like green. It's pretty."
"It is. Blue is cold. It can be comforting, but if it's too much, it's sharp and painful. It's cold to the touch. Winter is blue. And before it rains, that smell? That's blue."
"Blues pretty too." Gerard tilted his head. "What about pink?"
"Pink? The way you blush when I kiss you, that's pink. When you realize you're in love, when you feel your heart beat faster because you just know that the person you care most about walked in the room- that's pink."
"I think pink is my favorite." Gerard rolled onto his stomach and kicked his legs. "What about...yellow? What's yellow?"
"It's warm. When you stand in the sun and let it soak into your skin, or when you go to the beach and scoop up handfuls of sand. That's yellow. It makes your nose tingly"
"Like pollen? Is pollen yellow?"
"Yeah. I mean...if it layers thick enough it can turn green, but it's usually yellow."
"Red?"
"Red is pure passion and lust. It's anger, and when the sun burns too hot. It's beautiful, but in a dangerous way."
"Blood is red, right?"
"Mhm."
"Does it taste like copper?"
"Red? No. It tastes...hot. Hot and smoky."
"What about...purple."
"The moon is purple. It's calming, and everyone around you can tell. Purple smells like lavender. It's that thing I use to get you to sleep."
"Oh yeah." Gerard smiled. "Frank?"
"Yes?"
"Thank you."
"What's your favorite color?"
"Pink. You make me feel pink."
Frank kissed Gerard's closed eyelid. "I love you too."
