MCR Imagines And Oneshots

♡^Night Dream | G.W. | F.I. | (2/2) | Ending 2

(A/n)

Requested by deathwishdaydream
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"My parents aren't letting me go to the school dance," I say as rummaging through my closet. "They don't approve of Gerard. Man, can you believe they said it after just seeing him? I mean, only my mom saw him, but you get it." Walking back into my room, I place the clothes on the bed, and look at all of the options with my hands on my hips.

"That's terrible," Frank sighs, shifting lightly on the bed so he can also see the clothes, pulling one of the shirts in hands and setting it aside along with a pair of pants. "Maybe they'll let you if you say we're going together?"

"I'm not sure." I scratch the back of my neck, pushing the frustration aside to start folding again or placing on the hangers the clothes I'm certainly not going to wear. "Like, they've let it clear I am not going. Sorry, pumpkin, I thought it was going to be fun since Gerard would also be tagging along and I've heard Ray and Mikey are also going, but it doesn't seem like I'm making it." I press my lips together, stopping for a moment as my heart tightens at the thought and I need a moment to process it all.

"Then why are you choosing your clothes?" He raises an eyebrow at me, coming to sit closer to me and taking the shirt away from my hand to set it on the hanger himself, neatly.

"Because I'm planning on sneaking in," I tell him in a quieter voice tone despite knowing none of my parents are home. "I mean, I'm still sad and all because I didn't want to need to do that and I don't even know if it'll work or if I'll actually do that," I explain, fidgeting lightly with the sleeve of a shirt. "And that's where you'll be helping me. If that's okay with you."

Frank scoffs lightly with a shrug. "Anything for you, you know that!"

"I just don't want to get you into trouble!"

"More than I already get myself into?" He shakes his head to himself as putting the shirt away. "Look—"

"No, but when you get yourself in trouble is different from when I get you in trouble," I cut him off. Why in the hell doesn't he understand this?

"No, no!" Frank groans, pouting as he takes my hand in his, staring at me in a way that actually makes me chuckle – a soft pink tone takes over his cheeks with it, lips suppressing a smile as he rolls his eyes. "It's really fine, okay? What do you want me to do?"

I sigh, observing Frank for a moment in attempt to see if he's going to give up, but he doesn't. "Okay, I was thinking about you saying you're also not going, so we'll spend the night together. Do you think that's gonna work?" I look down at Frank's hand and turn it over to trace his knuckles, playing lightly with his fingers like I use to do sometimes. He's used to it; he doesn't even react.

"That's a good idea." He nods, scratching his jaw lightly as he looks at the ground until widening his eyes lightly. "Oh, what if we mention it when I'm leaving? It'll make it, y'know, more realistic. I don't think your parents are going to be suspicious, that way. Come get ready on my place."

"Yeah, that might work!" I grin. "I'm starting to get excited about it."

"Everything is going to work, don't worry." Frank shoots me a look with a smile. "Okay, but have you thought about makeup? Fucking tell me you're going to match your makeup with me," he stands up, looking at the clothes and pulling closer the ones he's chosen, probably trying to figure out if they'd match the makeup. "I was thinking about that red one and eyeliner, y'know?"