The World is Ugly, But You're Beautiful to Me. (Frerard)

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I rested my head in the crook of Gerard's neck, trying my best to pay attention to the plot of the movie Gerard had put on. He was raving on about watching it with me the whole way home from school. All I could keep track of was that Arnold Schwarzenegger was this buff barbarian who could snap people like they were twigs and he also couldn't fucking die. So all in all it was a great movie.

Gerard ran his hands through my hair, which I felt was getting too long, but he kept telling me not to cut it just yet. I think it's just because he likes combing his hands through it while we're like this. That, or he wants to be the more masculine one in this relationship, but honestly sometimes I'm confused about Gerard's gender myself. This bastard could pass for either boy or girl and look hot either way. I knew he wanted to seem tough though, so I didn't bring that up.

"Oh this is such a good part!" Gerard said, smiling and watching as Arnold Schwarzenegger chopped off the head of the King guy in the movie. Damn, California had such a bad ass Governor.

As the movie came to an end, I realized it was already evening and my mom wasn't home. "Hey I'll be right back, I gotta call my mom" I told Gerard. He nodded in understanding, and I left the room to get my phone from where I left it in the front room.

I pressed on my mom's contact, waiting for her to pick up. In those ten seconds I had to listen to the phone ring, one million terrible thoughts ran through my mind. What if she was in an accident? What if she was kidnapped? What if she was stabbed? In the hospital? Passed out? Dead?

I almost wanted to hang up and call the police, but fortunately I heard her soft voice answer the phone.

"Hey Franky, are you okay?" She asked, and I sighed in relief.

"Yeah, are you?" I returned, sitting down.

"Well, I could be better," Mom answered, chuckling quietly. "I got a call from a hospital during work saying your aunt was brought in, so I rushed over. She's not deathly ill, but she's pretty sick. I'm thinking about staying over with her for the night, but I don't know".

"Well why don't you? I can sorta take care of myself, and if not I'll see if Gerard knows how to cook" I told her.

"Ah, well okay. Then I will. Please don't burn down the house tonight!" My mother warned, and I scoffed.

"Wowww, love you too mom" I said, laughing as she hung up.

I hung up the phone then raced upstairs to tell Gerard the news.

"Gerard, we have the house all to ourselves tonight, guess what that means?" I said, smirking.

I could already tell Gerard was thinking the exact same thing as me.

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"You little bitch! You can't just keep sending that stupid turtle shell after me! That turtle shell won't solve all your problems!" I yelled at Gerard, trying to get in front of him. We had been playing Mario Kart for the past half hour, and I was a little teensy eensy bit super fucking pissed about how good he was at this game.

"Yeah, but it sure as hell is right now" Gerard bragged, laughing and sending another one my way. As I got stalled by the stupid shell, I saw Gerard cross the finish line for the 3rd lap and I knew my defeat was ensured. 

"Argh, I'm done with this game!" I said, lying back on the couch and grabbing onto a pillow, pouting. Gerard just kept laughing, sitting back on the couch with me. I took the bowl of cookie dough we had been eating, because hell yes we're rebellious, and shoved an angry spoonful in my mouth.

"You're going to be so sick in the morning with how much you're eating" Gerard told me, wiping some off my cheek.

"I don't care, cookie dough makes the pain of losing bittersweet" I said. Gerard laughed at my moody state, laying closer to me and nuzzling into my neck.