CHAPTER ONE
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Gerard placed two different brands of hair dye on the counter and looked at the staff behind the counter straight in the eye.
"Which shade would work better?"
The lady behind the counter took a good look on the two set of dyes. After confirming that they were indeed both jet black colored dye with just different brands, she looked back at the lemon-haired man.
"But sir, they're just the same color--"
Gerard raised a hand to silence her. "I'm sorry, but - " He paused, "What's your name?"
The lady gave him a confused and nervous look, "um, Caitlyn, sir."
"Alright listen, Caitlyn, it's not a color, it's a shade. And I was asking which would work better, not whether they're the same or not. I can decide that for myself, I'm not blind--"
Gerard's mini rant was cut short when he heard the chime of a bell - signaling that another customer entered the shop. He looked towards the entrance and his eyes widened as they landed on the one and only Frank Iero. Oh shit.
Gerard immediately faced Caitlyn once again, "I'll take them both."
"Sir, I think this would work better than--"
"I don't care, I'm buying them both." Gerard rushed her into wrapping up his purchase. He nervously fidgeted as he waited for his receipt to be printed.
Fuck it, I don't need a receipt. He's coming this way, oh my god, no.
Gerard literally pulled the receipt out of the machine and hid in one of the hair dye racks just in time before Frank was able to reach the counter.
Caitlyn seemed to have forgotten all about her weird encounter with Gerard as she saw Frank. "Hey, Frank." She greeted.
"Hey, Caitlyn, I'm here to pick up the latest issue of Doom Patrol." Frank smiled as he leaned his back on the counter, his body facing the rack of hair dyes where Gerard was hiding behind at.
"Wait here, I think I stacked it under the older issues." Caitlyn said as she dug through the stacks of comics under the counter.
Frank nodded absentmindedly as he stared at the rack of dyes. Gerard held his breath, surely Frank couldn't have spotted him, right?
"Hey Cait, do you think it'd be smart to dye my hair blonde?" Frank asked.
Gerard's ear perked at the question. Frank dying his hair blonde on the sides? Hell yeah.
"Wha - ow!" Caitlyn winced as she hit her head on the bottom of the counter in shock. "Frank, that would be suicide. You're not entirely sure if you can pull off the color, honestly." She said as she stood up, Doom Patrol copy at hand.
Fuck you, Caitlyn. Gerard thought, Frank could shave off all of his hair and he'd still be the hottest motherfucker to ever walk on earth.
Frank just chuckled at that, "Yeah, you're probably right." He turned back to face Caitlyn and took the comic from her. "Thanks. By the way, do you have any eyeliner that you could recommend? The last one that I bought was complete shit."
Caitlyn looked at him weirdly before shaking her head, "Oh Frank, when will you ever grow out of that emo phase of yours?"
It took every ounce of Gerard's self control to prevent himself from pouncing on her. Shut the fuck up you imbecile. Make up is fucking great for a guy.Because it makes a guy look beautiful. And a lot of times, a guy is not beautiful. And I wanna change that--
