Gerard had been driving around for about an hour now, trying to find Frank. It didn't help that the only thing Frank could tell him was that where he was "has a lot of trees and it's really dark." Gerard was fucking driving around the whole fucking city, to every damn park, and so far he hadn't found Frank.
Gerard pulled his phone out of his pocket and pulled over to the side of the road. He dialed Frank's number and put his phone to his ear.
"Gee?" Frank answered after like, one fucking ring. Gerard didn't blame him at all since he was like, waiting in a dark fucking field or something.
"Frank, I need you to like, walk to a road or something. Seriously. It's been an hour. I don't know where you are." Gerard sighed. He rubbed his hand across his eyes and down his cheek.
"Okay." Frank sort of just breathed it down the phone line and then they're both silent. Gerard heard the unmistakable sound of flip flops against concrete and shook his head.
"You're wearing flip flops?" Gerard asked, even though it's fucking obvious, because like, what else makes that exact noise?
"Yea." Gerard could hear a smile in Frank's voice. "I'm kinda lucky I even put shoes on to be honest... I was really fucked up." Frank sort of chuckled. Gerard didn't even break a smile.
"Are you at a road yet?" Gerard asked after a short while.
"Yeah... Um... There's no signs around yet hold on; I'm going to start walking down the street."
Again, Gerard heard the sound of flip flops and he kinda laughed, kinda sighed.
"Alright... okay... I can see a sign, it's kinda far away though." Frank explained.
"Yeah okay." Gerard was nibbling on his nails now, like he was watching a fucking suspenseful movie. Except, this wasn't a movie and he wasn't actually watching anything.
"Oh wait... Fuck!" Frank exclaimed. Gerard heard the sound of flip flops grow faster and louder.
"Frank? What's going on?" Gerard frowned.
"I can't... Gee I just... I can't... It's not..." Frank's voice sounded panicked.
"Frank? Are you okay? You can't what?" Gerard could like, feel his eyes fucking bulging out their sockets.
"I'm fine." Frank said, breathlessly, even though he had only run for like 10 seconds. "I just... I can't go down that street. I need to stay the fuck away."
"Frank, what the fuck? Stop being so damn cryptic and tell me what the fuck is going on." Gerard sighed again for seriously like the tenth time that night but who really knows because nobody's counting.
"Oh geez," Frank paused and tried to catch his breath "My parents, they live on that street!"
"Okay." Gerard breathed, he was waiting for more. Waiting for Frank to explain why he had run in flip flops, away from the street his parents live on. Frank didn't continue so Gerard said "Why is that a big deal?"
Frank made a sound like Gerard should fucking know!
"Um, because, they're my parents and if they see me, they'll like, totally ask me why the fuck I'm by their house at-" Frank paused and Gerard reckoned he was checking the time. "at like 1 o'clock in the morning"
"Frank, Jesus Christ. That was like, so anti-climatic." Gerard rolled his eyes "Anyways, what street are you on?"
"Wait!" Frank fucking yelled and Gerard winced because everything sounded louder on the phone. "I could have just sent you my location to start with!" Frank giggled and Gerard could picture him shaking his own head at his own stupidity.
"Oh my god." Gerard sighed out and just fucking hung up on Frank without saying goodbye because Frank was so fucking dumb and Gerard couldn't believe that he'd just driven around for an hour looking for Frank when all could have been avoided.
Moments later, Frank sent Gerard his location and Gerard's eyes, like, popped out of his head because Frank was fucking far, and Gerard just couldn't quite figure out how he could have walked that far.
Gerard started his car anyway, and drove off to go recover Frank.
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"Mikey Way!" Pete yelled from Mikey's bedroom.
"What?" Mikey called back. He was in the kitchen, making them both a late night snack of grilled cheese and cream of mushroom soup.
"Hurry up!" Pete whined. Mikey rolled his eyes. "I miss you and I'm cold!"
"No offense, Pete," Mikey started "But I don't think I can help you with the whole 'being cold' thing."
"That's true." Pete called back. "You're like a fucking ice cube. But at least if you were here we could be cold together!"
Mikey rolled his eyes and scooped some soup into some bowls and put the grilled cheese on plates. He balanced everything in his two hands and walked, probably a little too carefully, back to his room.
"Here," Mikey handed Pete his food before taking a seat in bed next to his boyfriend. "It's still hot." He offered Pete a smile in which he returned.
"You're cute." Pete giggled as he watched Mikey slurp at his soup.
"Shut up." Mikey grumbled, putting his bowl on the side table. He pouted.
"Especially when you do that." Pete grinned.
"I said, shut up." Mikey repeated, shoving Pete's shoulder gently.
"Make me." Pete smirked and there was moment where neither boy moved until Pete put his hand on Mikey's thigh.
And that was all it took before lips were together and two mouths became one and Mikey couldn't believe he had thought he was interested in girls because wow this was something. And then shirts were off and chests were pressed together and sweat was pouring, and Mikey reckoned that this is how he wanted his life to be. And then, finally, buttons were being popped and zippers pulled down and pants were being tugged off and then Mikey felt something warm and he saw Pete looking up at him with big brown eyes and fuck, Mikey was so incredibly in like with Pete it was almost unbearable.
I LITERALLY DID NOT KNOW THAT IT HAD BEEN THIS LONG SINCE I UPDATED? LIKE FUCK IM SO SORRY BUT HERE I HOPE THIS AKES UP FOR IT FUCK I APOLOGISE
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Together (Frerard, Petekey, Ryden)
FanfictionThey thought they had it all figured out. They thought they could make it through anything... together The word used to roll off Gerard's tongue so easily. Now when he tried to say it, he thought he just might puke.
