The (Shipped) Gold Standard

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[A/N] OHMYGOD GUYS! So I owe all of you a huge apology!! I completely forgot that I didn't post part three of this!! I've had this saved on my laptop since like December of last year! I've been so engrossed in my current Petekey fic that I'm working on that I totally forgot to post this!! So, without further adieu, here is part three! Hope you all enjoy! xoxo Riley

I Know We're Gonna Leave This Town and Get New Passports, Get Out Now - Part 3

[Gerard POV]

"Do I have to go?" Frank whined from his place on my couch. He was currently playing an intense match of some game.

"Yes, Frank. You have to go to your graduation." I deadpanned. I wish I had a dollar for every time I'd said that over the past month.

"Why?"

"Because its your own graduation you twat!" I said looking up from my phone to playfully glare at him.

"So!"

"Fine then. You're going because I said so. And that's final, so stop asking."

"You suck."

"Only for you." I joked, winking at him. Frank attempted to laugh it off, but I didn't miss the blush that washed over his cheeks as he continued to play his game. "Come on, Frank, seriously, you need to get ready."

"Fine." I could hear him grumbling his complaints as he shut off the Xbox and stomped his way back to our bedroom.

I smiled to myself as I scrolled through Twitter. Frank could be such a child sometimes, but I'd be lying if I said it wasn't cute.

I decided that I had better go get ready as well. I understood why Frank didn't want to go. These fucking gowns were hot as hell (and not in the good way) in the mid-day sun (thankfully Frank's graduation was at the end of the fall semester and held inside the gym). Not to mention the fact that they made you look like a total idiot along with your entire class and staff. I slipped on my black gown over my white button down and khaki pants (as per the university's demands). I grabbed my white masters hood and put it over my head, letting it hang down and rest against my back. I still don't understand why professors have to wear their gowns. I mean we've already graduated, yet we still have to wear all this dumb shit every year.

I was standing in front of the floor-length mirror fixing my tie when I heard Frank yell from the bathroom.

"GERARD!!"

"Are you okay? What happened?"

"Fuck no I'm not okay!"

"What's wrong? Open the door!"

"ITS PINK!"

"What?"

"My fucking hood, Gee! Its pink!" Realizing what he was talking about, I burst out laughing. "Are you laughing at me?"

"No. Never!" I bit my lip trying to contain anymore fits of laughter.

"I look fucking stupid."

"No you don't, open the door."

"Promise you won't laugh?"

"Yes, I promise."

"Fine."

Frank opened the bathroom door. There he stood, dressed in his own black gown, black skinnies, red, ratty Chuck's, and that ridiculous pink hood draped down his back. Even though he stood there pouting and clearly pissed off, I couldn't help but smile. That's my Frankie. The love of my life standing right in front of me, all dolled up for his graduation. Sure, I'd been waiting for this day for reasons other than Frank's graduation, but now that its here, I can't wipe the proud smile off my face. There were so many nights I had stayed up and talked him out of dropping out, but here he is, my Frankie, about to graduate.