Dental hygiene was actually really important. Gerard knew that now. He really should've listened to everyone telling him to brush his teeth more often. Because now, Gerard had to go through the painful process of getting fucking Surgery on his tooth.
You see, Gerard had had a cavity. And he had ignored that cavity for far too long. This led to the cavity getting so deep that it infected the fucking roots of his teeth. And it was the most painful thing he'd ever gone through.
So, after weeks of hearing him bitching about it, his mother took him to the dentist. Gerard, being 16 and all, did not enjoy sitting in the waiting room of some shitty dentist's office while his mom read home and garden magazines and the throbbing in his tooth became more prominent. He was too punk rock for this shit.
So he texted his best friend, Frank, to pass the time. Frank also helped ease his nerves about the future process because they both knew it would involve needles. And if there was one thing Gerard was the most scared of --other than teenagers-- it was needles. Gerard had never trusted doctors-- except for The Doctor, but he was an alien anyway-- because they always seemed to want to stab you with their shiny prick of death. Frank was an extremely tolerant best friend.
And Frank felt guilty when he laughed at Gerard's last text before he went into surgery.
Gee: They've called my name... Shit. Play the entire Ziggy Stardust album at my funeral... See if you can get David Bowie to come... Don't say anything bad about me or I'll haunt you're ass you little shit <3 xoxo gee
Frank shook his head, swiped out of the message app and opened Neko Atsume, tending to his cats. He was still buying things and rearranging shit an hour or so later when he received a text. The familiar chime immediately brought him out of concentration. He tapped the banner just as it was going away, and his phone thankfully took him to the messages. He smiled as he read the contact name.
Gee: Franki can i come ober mom says shes tored of my high ass ramboung
Frank giggled.
Yeah, come on over.
Seconds after that, Frank's doorbell rang, and he ran down to answer it. He smiled, wondering if Gerard had been outside his door the whole time, just wanting an excuse to actually be invited in.
He opened the door and there was his friend, staring intently at a yellow dandelion he had in his hand. His brow was furrowed and he was whispering slightly.
"Gerard?"
"Hmm?" Gerard replied, not looking away from the flower.
"What'cha doin there?"
Gerard glanced over at Frank as if it were the most obvious thing in the world.
"I'm talking to the ants!"
Frank raised his eyebrows, such as you do when a child tells you something that they think is awesome. Frank gestured to the door.
"D'ya wanna come in? "
Gerard nodded, walking forward. Frank stopped him before he came inside.
"Leave the ants outside, Gee."
Gerard pouted, but carefully set the flower and its occupants on the ground. Frank let him in this time. Gerard walked into the kitchen, standing there for a second. When Frank followed him in, he turned around with a huge grin on his face.
"Frankie!" He squealed as he threw himself onto his friend.
Frank stumbled back slightly, but managed to stay standing. He wrapped his arms around Gerard, not understanding what was happening. Gerard just hugged Frank like there was no tomorrow.
