Today was St. Patrick's day. Everyone knows that on St. Patrick's day, you wear green or you get pinched. The problem with that was Gerard owned nothing but black clothes. Well, excluding underwear, but no one counted that, and even if they did, he still didn't have any green ones. So Gerard was forced to go outside on St. Patrick's day wearing nothing but black.
Gerard thought it'd be okay for 3.5 seconds after he walked out of his room. That's when he felt Mikey's hand on his upper arm. With a shout of victory, he pinched his older brother as hard as he could, running away before Gerard could react. Gerard sighed. It was going to be a long day.
And it was. In every single class, someone pinched his fucking arm and told him it was St. Patrick's day and that he needed to get with it. He was only shown mercy twice.
The first time was when Ray had reached over to attack, but stopped. He noticed how red Gerard's arm was, and he felt sorry for him, so he just patted his shoulder instead.
The second time was when he was sitting next to Patrick at lunch. Gerard could tell that Pete was being annoying about the fact that there was a holiday named after his best friend, and it looked like Patrick wasn't wearing any green either. They'd made eye contact and sighed, understanding the pain.
The only thing Gerard had been looking forward to was seeing his best friend at lunch, because that was the only time he got to see him during the school days. However, Frank had lunch detention today. Gerard cursed and laid his head down on the table, not wanting to wait until he got home to see his best friend.
But he didn't have to wait that long. Because as the bell rang and Gerard was putting his books in his locker, Frank snuck up behind him.
"Hey Gee!"
Gerard jumped and somehow managed to hit his head on the locker. He cursed and rubbed his head, glaring at Frank, who was attempting to look innocent.
"I hate you, you little shit. Fuck that hurt."
Frank smiled.
"Sorry."
Gerard rolled his eyes and finished shoving his stuff in his locker. Frank cleared his throat.
"Changing the subject..."
Gerard closed his locker and turned to face Frank.
"It's St. Patrick's day..."
Gerard's eyes widened and he pressed his back up against the locker.
"Don't you fucking dare, look at my fucking arm, if you touch me I will smack you."
Frank raised his hands in defense, and Gerard noticed that he wasn't wearing green either.
"I was just gonna ask... Are you part Irish?"
Gerard was confused. He shook his head. He wasn't aware of any Irish roots in his family...
Before he knew what was happening, he felt a pair of lips on his, kissing him gently. Frank lifted his hand, sliding it to the back of Gerard's neck and deepening the kiss. Gerard had never kissed anyone, but he tried his best to reciprocate. He liked this and didn't want it to end.
Gerard's hands clutched at Frank's shirt, trying to pull him even closer. Instead, Frank pulled away for a second, letting both of them catch their breaths. Gerard's eyes fluttered open.
"Frank," he breathed out.
Frank smirked at his friend's flushed face before reconnecting their lips. Gerard was had some idea of what was happening now, and he moved his mouth against Frank's clumsily. Frank didn't mind. He pulled away after another few seconds, moving his head to lay in the crook of Gerard's neck. They were both panting hard. Gerard could feel Frank's breath on his throat, and he needed to get out of this position. Fast.
"Frank, what was that?" He asked breathlessly.
Frank raised his head to grin at the older boy.
"Well, people always say, 'Kiss me, I'm Irish' so I thought I'd take advantage of St. Patrick's day."
"But I'm not Irish."
Frank pecked him on the lips before smiling again.
"We're all Irish on St. Patrick's day."
Gerard rolled his eyes and Frank giggled.
"Now c'mon, you've got to catch me up on the lunch happenings when we get home, lunch detention sucked."
And as they were walking silently out of the school, Frank leaned over to Gerard's ear.
"You're not wearing any green, Gee..."
That's when Gerard was aware of Frank's hand. But he didn't react in time, and Frank's hand pinched Gerard's ass. Then Frank was running ahead, giggling, and Gerard was chasing after him, face red.
