Frerard one shots 2

Fucking losers, both of us.

Read this fic on AO3 about Gerard being a loser perv n I fuckin loved it so I wanted to spin it my way? It's by ihatemymind on AO3!
It's a yn kinda situation if that wasn't obvious so it ur not into that sorry

You knocked on the big white door. Fuck, this house was nice. Rose bushes lined the way to the door. Was this really that weirdos house?

Thoughts got interrupted when the door swung open and a woman looked back at you. She looked confused already and you hadn't even told her why you were at her door at such an odd hour.

"Can I help you?" She asked raising an eyebrow at you.

"Yeah uh- I'm here to see Gerard" you gulped. You never thought those words would leave your fucking lips but here you were.

"Oh. You're his friend?" She looked you up and down in disbelief. Jeez could this old bat just let you in already?

Plus you wouldn't say friend, more like a dumbass that had pity for her pathetic son. You two had accidentally gotten into a conversation about horror movies in class and when he invited you to see the uncensored version of vampire corpse 2 you couldn't say no.

She opened the door more and moved to the side. She took a deep inhale from her cigarette, her mascara stained eyes looking you up and down like if you had just fucked her husband in front of her.

"Take those stairs to the left, he's in the basement" she exhaled and you could swear she blew the smoke in your face on purpose.

"Thank you" you said through gritted teeth.

As you made your way down the stairs the smell of nasty teenage boy made its way to your nose. Almost made you rethink what the fuck you were doing. The door was open and the smell only got worse the more you got close.
Smelled like musk, cigarettes, dirty laundry and possibly spoiled food.

You peeked inside and saw the fucking dweeb rummaging through clutter, talking to himself.

"Yo, Gerard" you stifled a smile. His face lit up as he saw you. God, yuck.

"Yn!" He smiled from ear to ear. He ran up to you and was clearly about to hug you when you extended your arm out, holding your hand up.

"No hugs, hand shakes will do"

His smile faded for a second but reappeared as he held your hand for what felt like way too long.

"Please, have a seat!" He smiled and patted a spot on his bed which probably was real nasty, I mean it looked nasty. When was the last time these fuckin sheets were washed? When was the last time Gerard washed. You almost gaged thinking about it.

"Wow yn I just- wow I cannot believe you actually agreed! You're like the coolest girl I didn't think you would be into gore horror!" He said with his back turned to you.
You rolled your eyes, jeez just shut the fuck up. What a fuckin snooze fest this loser was without even trying.

He popped the cd in the player and sat down next to you. Uncomfortably close to you. You watched the movie, leaning on his bed frame. It was all dimly lit by the tv but you could see him looking at you. It made your skin crawl. Did he not know how creepy this was?

"Stop looking at me way, you're making me wanna punch you" you said without breaking your gaze from the tv.

"I'm sorry!" He peeped and fixed his eyes back to the tv. You looked around, jeez what a dump. Your eyes landed on the night stand next to you. Dirty mags? Really? He couldn't even hide them before you came?