Random Frerard Fluff [ONE SHOTS] [COMPLETED]

Internet-Friends-With-Benefits

AU FIC

NJ_misfit132 is now online.

Almost as soon as Frank had logged onto the chat room website, a short, high-pitched 'ding' indicated that he'd received a message. His face broke into a wide smile as he clicked on the little icon in the top-left corner of the page - an envelope with a blinking number 'one' sitting directly above it - knowing exactly who'd sent the greeting.

g.erard9: hey frankie ;)

He typed out a fast reply, anxious to speak to his best friend.

NJ_misfit132:dont ever use that face again. you sound like a creepy 38 yr old lol

Frank's fingers hovered over the keyboard as he waited apprehensively, watching Gerard's status swiftly change to 'typing'.

g.erard9: you got it wrong again, i'm actually 39. some hello i get, jeez :P

Frank found himself smiling again when he remembered that this was only typical Gerard humour, and he swung his legs under his desk like a love-struck teenage girl.

NJ_misfit132: hi G ((:

g.erard9: now who needs 2 calm down w/ the faces omg

g.erard9:love you

His heart skipped a beat like it always did when Gerard said this, and a feeling of fuzzy warmth began to spread throughout his chest.

NJ_misfit132: love you too

Frank paused, deliberating. He wondered if he should ask the potentially dangerous question at all, before deciding to take the risk.

NJ_misfit132: how was school??

His heart was racing.

g.erard9: it was actually really good x you?

He frowned deeply, not knowing whether he should believe the seventeen-year-old on the other side of the chat.

NJ_misfit132:mine was normal enough, still no friends... you up for skype? i miss hearing your voice

NJ_misfit132:and seeing your face

g.erard9 is typing-

g.erard9 is now offline.

Gerard didn't reply for a long while after that, but Frank didn't rush him. It was when his computer beeped with an incoming call, that he hastily exited his current YouTube video and clicked 'accept call'.

"Frank?" came Gerard's voice into Frank's headphones, tinged with a breathy edge to it.

"Gerard," Frank giggled, "what's up?"

He could hear some muffled noises in the background, and what might have been a curse escaping Gerard's brother Mikey's lips, before the line went deathly silent. All of a sudden, Frank's computer screen was illuminated with the image of a stringy-black-haired teenager, his bespectacled brother lying spread-eagle on the messy bed in the behind him. Frank didn't hesitate to turn on his webcam, too.

"Oh, hey beautiful," Gerard said with a devilish smirk, once Frank had become visible to them. He felt his cheeks burn red at Gerard's compliment, and he mumbled thanks in return.

"Oh, will you two shut the fuck up," Mikey snorted, rolling his eyes behind his lenses and flipping himself onto his stomach simultaneously. "You're too cute and it's disgusting."

Frank shook his head with a nervous laugh. Mikey always made him nervous. He felt as if he needed the brother's approval to be with Gerard, who was still healing - and therefore still extremely delicate - inside.