Gerard awoke with cold air against his skin.
His legs were curled against his body and his arms were wrapped around each other, and next to him slept Frank, bundled in all the blankets. Gerard snatched some back, and Frank grumbled, pulling them closer.
In the end, Gerard was left with half his body covered by the blanket, which was still way too cool. It was September for Christ's sake. So, half asleep and cold as fuck, he scooched closer to Frank, stealing his body heat to warm himself up before he fell back asleep against the warm fabric of Frank's shirt.
It smelled like laundry detergent and sleep.
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I Drew You Once in Art Class
FanfictionPlease god i wrote this as a sad 14 year old who projected everything onto her characters. Keep your expectations LOWER THAN ZERO GUYS PLEASE
