words ♤ frerard

prologue (oh look at this a prOPER FUCKING PROLOGUE !)

// why do story ideas pop up when you're in the middle of a fic like "write me biTCH" xx

(kinda based off the song 7 years by Lucas Graham and a few others) 

seven years old // 

"Frank, you can't sit inside and draw all day! You should go outside and at least try to make a friend or two. You don't want to be lonely your entire life, do you?" Little Frank looked up at his mom and quickly shook his head, side to side, saying no. "Come on then, we can go to the park and see if there are any other boys your age there."

"Okay, Mom!" Frank shot up from his spot at the kitchen table, sweeping a few papers off of the table, letting them land on the tile flooring. He then ran over to the door where his tennis shoes sat. He sat on the floor and pulled them on, before getting back to his feet and smiling brightly at his mom.

Linda, Frank's mom, drove the two of them to the park, and sat on a bench, telling Frank to go play. So he did, he ran off and climbed up the monkey bars, giggling happily to himself. He swung back and forth and moved forward, nearly bumping into another boy about his age.

"Hi!" Frank chirped, smiling at the older (at least taller,) boy. The other boy smiled back at Frank and returned the simple greeting. "I'm Frank, what's your name?" He asked the boy.

"I'm Gerard," he replied, sitting down on the edge of the equipment. Frank sat next to Gerard, and started swinging his legs back and forth. The two boys started talking, quickly finding a few similar interests between them. They also found out that they were going to the same school, so they quickly became friends.

They were practically inseparable by the time they were eleven years old, nearly attached at the hip. Frank's father had told him when he grew up he would need to find a nice wife so he wouldn't be lonely. But the more Frank thought about it, the less he wanted a wife and the more he just wanted Gerard. That was normal though. . . wasn't it?

When the two of them reached the age of fourteen, Frank could no longer deny his feelings for his best friend. That they were a bit more than normal best friends. That they were extremely close, too. They began holding hands, hugging, and even occasionally cuddling, but that was only when Frank was extremely sad.

Frank wanted to tell Gerard his feelings, but he couldn't, not now! Gerard was moving to New York, only to leave his best friend behind. When Frank found out, he didn't hesitate to start crying, it was like a tidal wave, he couldn't help his tears. Gerard held him while he cried, and told Frank it would be okay. He told him that they were still young and they'd see each other someday.

But Frank couldn't let him leave, so he did his best to stop Gerard from leaving. He kissed him. And it turned into a full on make out session, and because of this, it hurt them both more. Because they took too long to destroy the barrier between them, and the timing just wasn't right.

"I love you, Gerard," Frank whispered to his best friend, holding Gerard's hand tightly in his own. Gerard frowned deeply and kissed Frank again, before pulling his hand away and picking up a bag.

"I love you too, Frank. I'll see you again, true love finds a way, if we never see each other again, that's because it wasn't true. But it is still love, and for that, I'll tell you again. I love you."

And those were Gerard's famous last words.

To Frank, anyway.

- a/n's are annoying okay i wrote this late at night i'm sorry if it sucks dirty old man balls

little-jane figured you'd like to know i'm publishing this again

-kota //