About The Treehouse

Chapter One and Only

A/N-This is a little story short cliché af frerard fic I made, I don't really like it, but I encouraged myself to put it on here anyways, in case other people do. Sorry if it's bad, I was just looking for something to write. Thanks for reading, and comment if you like it!

This isn't smutty, so, if you're looking for something like that, sorry- this story has the details equivalent to a teenager's diary.

Frank trudged around the juvenile treehouse, kicking the crisp autumn leaves out from in front of the ladder. It was a melting pot of retired memories, of embarrassing truth or dare based first kisses, raunchy strip teases, and a civilized habitat for moldy party pizza. Despite its flaws, Frank made it a therapeutic thinking place.

Frank went up the ladder, hoping the old thing didn't fall apart right there. The steps were oddly placed, one being close to the ground, the next being too far apart from the other. One of the steps cracked a little, but he didn't realize it under the weight of his intruding thoughts. He sat down carefully on the gappy plywood, laying back on an empty pizza box. He hoped to recollect his thoughts, even just a little bit.

"Does Gerard like me back?"

"Should I ask Mikey about being gay?"

"But he's not gay."

"What if someone tells Gee...?"

"Who else would call me "Frankie" though?"

"What if Gerard hates me?"

"But I like Gerard."

"No, I love Gerard," He said to himself.

Under the latter of his thoughts, though, he did hear a particular crunch from the leaves.

"Gee?" He whispered.

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"Frankie?" Gerard practically squealed. He was outside, walking alongside the picket fence, pacing himself to adjust to the pit-pat of the tiny raindrops.

Gerard was close to Frank, but he just didn't pay enough attention.

Frank was right across the yard, climbing up the treehouse ladder.

Despite setting his mind on looking for Frank, Gerard had to admit- he did have a bit of a crush on him. He tried telling Ray, the ultra-advice giver, but Gerard couldn't bring a sense of trust for him into play. Hell, Ray almost told Frank out of the blue, when they were all drunk and having fun. Gerard never really dated anyone before- let alone kissed. He barely ever got close to even holding a hand outside his family, no never. Gerard only fantasized, it's all he ever did. Imagined things.

Snapping back into reality, Gerard heard a shrill crack coming from the direction of the treehouse and jumped at the surprise. It was possibly wood breaking. He decided to follow the noise to the treehouse, having a small hope that it was empty with no wild raccoons or anything like that.

When he got to the bottom of the ladder, he jumped again- only this was the noise of cardboard folding. Gerard stood, frozen in panic and fear.

He thought he heard a voice, but pushed the thought away; he didn't want to have a panic attack right there.

What if it was a raccoon? No- a rabies infected bat.

What if it was just the wind?

What if it was- *gasp* What if it was a lonely, impoverished, homeless man, trying to find shelter in the miniscule rain?

What if it was...?

"Gee...?" He heard a faint whisper.

It was Frank.

Gerard stomped in excitement, and forgot the leaves- leaves were everywhere, except for in front of the ladder! Frank was here!

"What...?" Gerard thought, wondering. Who was he talking to? Himself? The hobo? That rabies infested bat?

But forget all of that! Gerard heard Frank say it- out of ALL people! Frank loved Gerard!

Ready to pass out in joy, Gerard reminded himself to not act like a thirteen year old girl.

"Hi, Frankie..." Gerard looked up at the treehouses entrance.

"Gee, I uh, I never meant that I uh, um, I..." Frank stuttered, peeking out of the treehouse, He saw Gerard- looking up at him!

"Never meant what?" Gerard asked, feeling slightly hurt. What if Frank didn't like him?

There was a long silence before Frank sighed.

"I like you, Gerard."

Frank laid on his stomach and rested his chin on his hands.

"I like you too, Frank." Gerard giggled sheepishly. He took a few steps up the worn-out ladder, making their faces closer together. Gerard could swear he almost felt Frank breathing. Almost.

"I don't know why I didn't tell you earlier. Fear of losing the friendship bonds... err... something like that." Frank looked away from Gerard, unable to face him.

"Yeah." Gerard's voice was filled with warmth and admiration-just looking at Frank was enough to make him scream.

"So, no more doubt about it... I'm gay. Unless you're somehow a female." Frank laughed nervously, trying to cover up the silence between the two.

"I am too. Let's be gay together." Gerard said, hopefully giving Frank more reason to be attracted to him. There was no reason in acting too fast- oh no, this was way too romantic to be sped up.

Gerard took one more step on the ladder and heard a clicking noise. He lost his grip, and his hands looked for something to hold onto-

And that just so happened to be Frank's hand.

His sweaty hand. Not a tree branch, it had to be his slippery, tattooed hand.

Frank grabbed Gerard's forearm with his other hand and pulled him up; awkwardly accepting that this couldn't get more cliché.

But Frank liked it that way, and he wanted to stay in the moment.

Gerard's face was quite close to his- and Frank felt the great need to kiss the boy in front of him. His thin lips, the square-ish jawline, his long eyelashes- it couldn't get any better from here.

Before Gerard got a chance to blink, Frank pulled Gerard in for a kiss.

An embarrassing weep emerged from Gerard's mouth, but it only made Frank love him more. Frank gradually pushed Gerard to the wall of the treehouse, and smirked. It was amazing that he was kissing the boy- Gerard.

Gerard, in fact, was elated for eternity. He felt Frank smirk while kissing him. That was enough for days- weeks even.

"Frankie?" Gerard said into Frank's lips.

"Hmm?"

"I... really like you." Gerard blushed.

Frank blushed too, and pulled Gerard in for a hug.

When the two pulled away, the silence was perfect- it was romantic. Even in an old treehouse. The air filled with waves of anxiousness, fear, desire, and acceptance. It was new, and it was budding open like a flower.

It was just simply love.

A/N- Moldy (not really that's kinda gross) treehouses and admittings to being attracted to the same gender, also, a near-death cliché experience. Was it enjoyable? It was really cringe-worthy of me to read this after writing it a good amount of time ago. I seemed to have liked it when I wrote it, though. Well, now it's on Wattpad forever. Yey.