words ♤ frerard

chapter//ten

Frank was in a hurry to get dressed and leave to get the tattoo, Gerard could tell. But he was also planning on taking Frank around the city, maybe to eat at a restaurant and then find somewhere for dessert. Gerard didn't have many details planned out, but they were coming along, it was just like the plot of real life.

"Frankie!" Gerard called to him from the living room. "You almost ready?" Just as he said the last word, Frank rushed out of his room, wearing a shirt that was obviously too big for him and a pair of jeans, which matched his shirt in color: black.

"Yeah, let's go."

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Once they got to the tattoo parlor, Frank was practically vibrating with excitement. Gerard found it rather cute, of course, it was Frank. They walked inside, and they were met with the smell of weed and booze, and some underlying hippie sweat. Gerard talked to the person behind the desk, while Frank looked around, and ended up watching a girl get her first tattoo on her wrist.

Soon enough, a girl came out of the back, with black hair and bright red lipstick, her two most noticeable features. She motioned the two boys to follow her, so they did. She led them to a room with a bed - like table, with padding and a place to put your head, a bit like a massage table.

"Okay, so you're not getting the tattoo, right Gerard? Since you're terrified of needles?" She asked him, smirking slightly. Gerard just shook his head in response, and pointed to Frank. "Oh! Is he old enough?" Frank looked offended and took off his shirt, showing her his back. "Okay, what's your name?"

"I'm Frank, and I'm nineteen, I got that on my eighteenth birthday," he told her, handing his shirt to Gerard, since there really wasn't a point in putting it back on if he was just going to take it off again. She nodded and sat down in the chair next to the table.

"I'm Lindsey. What is this tattoo of? Do want to sketch it really quick, or do you want Gerard to, or me to. . ?" She asked, pulling out some transparent paper and a purple pen.

"I'll- no, actually, Gerard, I've seen your drawings, how's your handwriting?" Frank asked him, turning towards the older boy. Gerard shrugged and took the paper and pen from Lindsey, taking a seat next to her, where he had access to a table.

"It's pretty shitty unless I treat it like a picture and actually try, you trust me, right?" Frank nodded, knowing that if Gerard screwed up he could redo it himself. "Good, thank you. You want it to say 'Keep the Faith', correct." Frank nodded again and sat down on a side of the table, so he could look over Gerard's shoulder and see the progress.

Once Gerard finished, he asked Frank his opinion, which was a nod, since he liked it quite a lot. "Alright," Lindsey said. "You want it in black?" Frank nodded again and Lindsey got the ink, and got it ready. "Okay, Frank, lay on your stomach with your back up."

"Easy enough," he said, laying on his stomach. After she transfered the picture onto his back, and soon enough he felt the familiar sting of the needles stabbing into his back, making him take in a deep breath. It didn't hurt terribly bad, but this was the most painful so far, since it was just right below his neck. "Fuck," he said, as she stopped for a split second to wipe off any access ink.

"Jesus christ, is this what tattoos are like? Fuck, that looks painful as shit," Gerard said, watching Lindsey work on the tattoo. She chuckled and shook her head, assuring him it wasn't as painful as you'd think.

After multiple hours, she finally finished, and put cream over it before covering it up with a soft fabric. "I take it you know the aftercare of a tattoo, since you have a couple others?" Lindsey asked Frank, who nodded. "Alright, take off the cover in two to four hours, eight hours tops, and you know which cream or lotion works best, right? Good, have Gerard put it on, since it'd be hard you for. Wash it with soap at least once a day, and when showering don't let the water beat on it, that'll be hard but you can do it. After a week, it should be fine."

"Thank you Lindsey," Frank told her as he pulled her into a hug. She hugged him back, and Frank made a mental note to come to her when he wanted more tattoos.

Once they were in the car, Gerard announced that he was taking Frank out to dinner. "Like a date?" Frank asked, raising his eyebrows Gerard didn't respond at first, instead he thought it through. Was it like a date? You know what, sure, sure it was like a date.

"Yes, like a date, is that a problem?" Gerard asked, glancing over at Frank. He smiled and shook his head.

"Not at all, Gee. That actually sounds really, really nice. Thank you, wow." Gerard grinned and nodded, pulling into a fancy Italian restaurant.

"You loved it when you were younger, Italian, so I thought you might like to come here, I come here alone a lot, too. I know all the good foods here," Gerard told Frank. He grabbed Frank's hand and laced their fingers together, making the younger smile brightly.

"Gerard!" The hostess exclaimed. "A table for two, tonight?" She asked, eyeing Frank carefully, before nudging Gerard in the ribs. Gerard blushed and rolled his eyes, taking a seat at the booth she had led them to. Frank took a seat in front of him and grabbed the menu.

"Your waiter should be right over," the hostess told them before walking away. Not even thirty seconds later, their waiter came over, asking what they'd like to drink, in which they both replied with the same thing: water.

"Gee?" Frank asked, lifting his eyes from the menu. Gerard replied with a small hum, meeting Frank's gaze. "Are you gonna start a new book soon?" Gerard nodded.

"I already have a plot and everything," Gerard told him.

"What's it gonna be about?"

"Murder."

- i'm in love with this daMN

-kota //