ANON (Frerard)

5. Pete Wentz the Vampire Slayer

Frank wakes up, cold and confused, until he finally pulls all the blankets up again and snuggles into them. Beside him is a completely out of it, sound to the world, sleeping Gerard, which is incredibly rare because most of the time Frank always wakes up and Gerard is already awake sketching or painting or whatever. So Frank savours this moment by staring at his best friend as he sleeps.

It's not that weird okay.

But Frank would never admit how much he loves staring at his best friend.

Also not that weird.

He watches as his chest falls with every breath, he watches the absolute relaxation radiating off of the boy, and he smiles.

For some reason, Frank wishes he could reach out, just, reach out and pull him closer. He convinces himself that it's for no other reason than to keep warm. So Frank does move over a bit, but not enough to actually touch because he chickens out. It is rewarding, though, because he can feel some of Gerard's body heat, but for some reason he's not completely satisfied. So he just shrugs and closes his eyes once more.

***

When Gerard wakes up to find Frank close to him and snoring ever so quietly, he reaches his hand out to touch his best friend's face. His hand is cold against the warmth and he relishes in the comfort of it. Soon enough, though, Gerard takes a few falling strands of Frank's black hair and brushes it back with his tentative fingers.

With content, he watches the younger boy sleep for a few more minutes before grudgingly getting out of bed to grab something to drink.

***

Frank stirs, opening his eyes once more, but this time, as expected, he's alone in the bed. So he raises his head a bit and searches for the familiar face. Of course, there he is, sitting in his grey rolling chair, splattering paint at a beautifully messy canvas.

"Are you hungry?" Gerard asks, without even turning to see that Frank's awake.

"How did you even know I was awake?" Frank inquires, curiously.

"Oh, heard the bed creak and bit and just hoped for the best really," Gerard turns his head this time as he answers, then he goes back to painting before repeating, "So are you hungry?"

"Umm, yeah, I am," Frank replies and slowly rolls off the bed with an "ow" as he hits the floor.

"Come on, then. There's pancakes on the stove."

The two descend the stairs, Frank complaining about how hungry he is and how he 'just wants the pancakes right now.'

Soon enough, Gerard is serving his guest a plate of mediocre pastries.

"Thank you. How nice of you to make pancakes, just for me," Frank thanks with a mouthful of food.

"I really made them because Mikey came up to my room and asked me to but if it makes it taste better, keep believing your version," Gerard teases.

Speaking of Gerard's little brother, as if on cue, Mikey suddenly walks in with an atrocious bed head.

"We have a guest Mikey, aren't you going to make yourself look at least a little presentable?" Gerard raises his eyebrows questioningly.

"It's just Frank," the newly sixteen-year-old states.

"Yeah but in a few hours Pete, Ryan, and Brendon are gonna be over, maybe some others, like Jamia said she'll try," Gerard informs his younger brother.

"Oh shit, okay wait, can I hang out with you guys, come on let me hang out with you guys," Mikey asks.

"Mikey-" Gerard starts before being interrupted by his brother.