Under Your Clothes (Frerard) [Completed!]

6- Check Yes Juliet

Chapter 6

"Check yes, Juliet, are you with me? Rain is falling down on the sidewalk, I won't go until you come outside. Check yes, Juliet, kill the limbo. I'll keep tossing rocks at your window, there's no turning back for us tonight,"

Check Yes Juliet by We The Kings

Frank was fucking cheesy.

Never in a million years would he have thought he would find himself admitting that. But God fucking damn it, Frank Iero was being quite cliché. The acoustic guitar slung across his back was proof enough of that.

It was currently eight past three in the morning, and here he was; walking down the middle of the deserted street in the cold as fuck New Jersey air.

It was fucking freezing. But Frank Iero was fucking insane.

He looked down at his skeleton gloves, the ones Gee had gifted him two or so weeks ago, and rubbed his hands together, then brought them up to his lips and to blow air on them in an attempt to warm himself up.

Frank kind of hoped his hands weren't the only part of his body that would be blown tonight.

The brick house was now right in front of him, and the short man quickly jogged around it to reach the back of the lot.

When he finally reached his destination, shivering in his thin black hoodie zipped up to his nose, he faced the tall white fence hesitantly. How the fuck had he not noticed how tall the fucking fence was the countless times he'd been there before?

He guessed he didn't really notice because he'd never thought he'd be sneaking into the Way's backyard to serenade Gerard in the middle of the night to get him back. Frank was definitely one cheesy fuck.

Guitar safely secured on his shoulder, Frank stood on the tip of his toes to reach the tallest part of the fence and hooked his foot on the lowest gap between the two woods. With a trembling body from both the cold and the fear of being caught, he raised his body and began climbing the fence, watching where he placed his feet and finally making it to the other side into the garden.

Fence: 0, Frank: 1.

"Fuck," He breathed. It wasn't a complaining 'fuck' or an 'ouch I just twisted my ankle' fuck, it was just a breath of relief for making it to the other side. And talking about breathes, Frank Iero took a deep one and filled his lungs with air, before walking forwards and tilting his head to eye the house in front of him.

He lowered his gaze and found just what he was looking for; rocks. Not big enough to shatter the glass, because that would be fucking terrible and would ruin his cliché vibe, but not small enough to bounce back into his eye and leave him half-blind.

Frank gathered a bunch in his hand and aimed: the first pebble landing right on the wall next to the window. He frowned and tried again, this time, the rock hit the window.

After three or four flying stones, the light of the room turned on, and the curtain was pulled open. The window opened and someone who was definitely not Gerard peeked out.

"Frank?" Mikey adjusted his glasses, perfectly perched on top of his nose.

"Uh, wrong window!" Frank shot the youngest Way brother a lopsided grin, shifting his weight from foot to foot. Mikey laughed at him, and Frank scratched the back of his neck embarrassedly. "Shut up,"

"Serenading Gerard to get his dick back, are we? I'll have you know he puked all over mom's car because of you, Iero; you better serenade him fucking good."