Frerard One-Shots

How Two Bestfriends Realized They Were In Love, and Not Platonic Love

|A/N: Frank and Gerard's heights are switched. They're so affectionate, like highkey very coupley affectionate. This is so fucking shitty. P.S. I'm not promoting eating disorders.|

How I imagine Frankie:

How I imaine Gee:

Gerard woke up with a drag. It's fucking Monday again? He asked himself, picking up his phone to check the date. It was Monday. He wasn't disappointed though, as he saw a text message from his best friend/crush/platonic lover. Gerard quickly unlocked his phone, swiping over the number pad to put in the numbers of Frank's birthday-1031- and clicked on the message notification.

Frankie boo 💖💍: good morning beautiful, I know how you are on Mondays and this is a wake up call (text) for you. GET UP. I'll be over in 15 minutes to get you. I love you, and I'll see you soon.

Gerard smiled, but realized he had about 5 minutes until Frank got here. Frank would most likely be mad at him and pour water over him and then make them even more late for school. But oh fucking well, Gee'll risk it. "Hey babe, how'd you sleep?" Gerard jumped, tripping over his feet and falling down. "Hi Frankie," Gerard smiled up at Frank sheepishly, the tattooed teenager giggling at his best friend as he helped him up. "You scared me." Gerard pulled Frank into a hug, wrapping his arms around the taller boy's neck. "Sorry Gee, didn't mean too." Frank leaned down to pressed his lips against Gerard's, and Gerard softly moaned at the feel of Frank's lip ring. "Hurry up and get dressed or we're gonna be late." Frank smacked Gerard's ass lightly, turning him around and shoving him towards the raven haired boy's closet.