MY CHEMICAL ROMANCE ONESHOTS

discussions

(pretty much pure fluff. enjoy)

Frank and Gerard were best friends. Most of the time, they enjoyed doing stupid best friend stuff together, like ordering Starbucks and saying completely strange names together, or obliterating each other in Mariokart. Some days, however, were discussion days, in which they discussed random things on their minds. The discussion could be as simple as it could be deep and philosophical.

Just an hour ago, Gerard and Frank were sprawled out on Frank's bed, the record player humming out The Smashing Pumpkins quietly in the background. They were both staring up at the ceiling fan as they listened to one of their favorite bands and talked.

"So," Gerard started, "Do you think I would look cool with blond hair?"

Frank squinted and tapped his chin in thought. "Yeah, probably. Would I?"

Gerard smiled as he imagined it. "I think, yeah."

They were silent for a moment before Frank remembered something that had been bothering him. His shoulders tensed. "Why doesn't Lindsey ever hang out with us anymore?"

Gerard's eyebrows raised in surprise, and then furrowed as he looked down at his hands and fidgeted with his fingers. He had always felt like he was missing something in his relationship with Lindsey, and he understood when she pulled him aside during lunch one day and came out to him with a solemn expression. "She liked that girl Christa better."

Frank's eyes widened slightly and sat up a little, resting on his elbows so he could look at Gerard. "You broke up?"

Gerard looked away from the ceiling and avoided Frank's gaze by glancing at the opposite wall. "Yeah," he mumbled simply.

Frank's confused frown tightened into a thin, straight line. "I'm sorry, Gee," he whispered.

Gerard scratched his head. "It's fine," he replied, though his tone of voice contradicted himself. After a moment of thought, he shuffled out of his almost-fetal position and sat up, criss-cross style. "It's just that," Gerard explained, making exaggerated motions with his hands, "Things finally seemed to be looking up for a stupid, fat, uncool kid like me and then— mind if I rant?"

Frank, staring directly into Gerard's dark, earthy brown eyes, shook his head and smiled sadly. "Not at all."

"—She realized she wasn't what she thought she was, and I feel like it's my fault. Like, it feels like her preference has changed — even though it's really just that she was never attracted to me and it's not really a preference — and it's my fault for being a sad representation of the male population, y'know? Which is a stupid thing to feel bad about, and I shouldn't be putting half the world's weight on my shoulders," Gerard rambled, "But... I do anyways. Y'know?"

Frank didn't even have to take a second to process all of that information. He understood Gerard too well. He nodded. "Yeah, I know." 

He thought for a moment, chewing on his bottom lip, but decided he should get a turn to rant as well. "I've kind of been questioning recently, and I think I'm bisexual, but it feels like I'm either lying to myself about my gayness and I really just only like guys, or like I'm lying about my straightness and I really just only like girls. It sucks, and I'm not even sure yet if I like guys at all. I kind of get both of your perspectives."

Gerard seemed confused. "Yeah... how would you know? You've been experimenting?"

Frank scoffed lightheartedly. "Don't put it that way," he responded, "And no. I just... have a small... gut feeling."

It was really stupid to lie, and Frank knew it as soon as the words came out of his mouth. Gerard knew Frank was lying, and it wasn't just because Frank wasn't good at lying. Gerard was Frank's closest companion, so of course he detected Frank's lies immediately after they were spoken.

"Yeah, sure, gut feeling. You've got a crush, then?" Gerard questioned as he smirked.

Frank almost choked on his own spit, and his face felt like it was on fire. "No!" he claimed a little to quickly.

Gerard nodded and grinned mischievously. "Of course, of course... who is it?"

Frank sat up fully and crossed his arms. "Nope. Not happening. I may act like a seven-year-old, but I'm not really a seven-year-old. Me me big boy. I don't gossip about crushes anymore."

Gerard looked away shortly and mumbled, "You look like a seven-year-old, though."

Frank hit Gerard's upper arm with the back of his hand. "Shut up."

Gerard put an arm behind his back and pushed himself around to face Frank. "Maybe I could help set you up with him... if only I knew his name," he said dramatically, putting the back of his hand to his forehead like a maiden in distress.

"Get over yourself, Gerard," Frank grumbled.

"It'll be better if you tell someone," Gerard suggested, smiling evilly as he leaned into Frank's face annoyingly.

"It's not better if you tell someone," Frank countered, leaning into Gerard's face mockingly.

"C'mon, Frank, I'm your best pal! I'm not gonna tell anyone," Gerard defended, leaning in a bit more. It was almost comical, like a cartoon.

"But it's embarrassing," Frank muttered, not leaning in this time.

"I thought you weren't seven?" Gerard joked, scooting closer so that their noses were poking each other. "So who is it?"

"You!" Frank yelled before he could stop himself and slammed his lips into Gerard's, squeezing his eyes shut as if he was bracing himself and wrapping his arms around Gerard as if he was his life force. 

 Gerard's eyes shot open wide as his hands scrambled around Frank's back, unsure of where to place them until they settled on the small of his back and he pressed his lips against Frank's. He had to stop himself from smiling, as it would break the kiss.

Frank's arms, originally hugging Gerard's arms, snaked up into Gerard's shaggy, overgrown mop of hazelnut-colored hair, fingers grasping desperately at the strands as Gerard's hands scrabbled at Frank's white t-shirt, trying to pull him closer somehow. He seemed to enjoy having his hair played with.

Frank finally pulled away after a moment or two, fluttering his eyes open and lingering almost on top of Gerard's face.

"That was nice," he managed to whisper against Gerard's lips, his hands tangling deeper into his best friend(?)'s brown waves.

"Yeah," Gerard breathed out. "Do you wanna do it again?"

Frank didn't even respond verbally, just crashed his lips back into Gerard's again.