Imagine your OTP playing 50 rounds of Mario Kart
"Hah! First place!" Frank cheered.
Gerard rolled his eyes. "Yeah, but you're goin down, mister."
"Nu-uh. I'm gonna win."
9 rounds of Mario Kart later, and Gerard was in the lead. By 7. Frank was pouting.
"I'm not gonna let you win."
"Mhmm. Whatever you say, Frankie."
15 rounds of Mario Kart later. Frank was nearly caught up to Gerard, but was still behind by two.
"I'm almost there. I can win this," Frank muttered determinedly.
"Uh huh," Gerard droned, rolling his eyes at Frank's behavior. He wasn't gonna win, and they both knew this. Well, Frank didn't show that he did.
45 rounds of Mario Kart later, and Gerard was still ahead. Frank had gotten ahead once, but Gerard was quickly able to redeem his spot.
Frank was not pleased with this.
"I call bullshit!" Frank cried, throwing his head back and looking at Gerard.
Gerard chuckled. "I dunno Frank, you could always just give up. 'M kinda tired anyways--"
"No!" Frank yelled childishly. "I'm gonna win!!!"
"Mm, okay, sure," Gerard responded.
It was the 50th round, and Frank was in the lead. His heart was beating so quickly, he was paying such close attention to not falling off the track, bumping into walls, or sliding on bananas. He was gonna win.
But, nope. A blue shell came out of nowhere. And Gerard's laughter.
"FUCK! GERARD! NO!" Frank screamed, his eyes wide as he stared at Gee. "WHY. HOW. HOW COULD YOU DO THAT TO ME?!"
Gerard shrugged.
"WELL..." Frank huffed. "We are...I am not giving up on Mario Kart. If we have to play twenty billion rounds, so fucking be it." he sat heavily back into the couch, arms crossed.
idk what this is. again, a prompt I saw on tumblr awhile back.
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The Gay Band Book
Short StoryGay band oneshots, what more can I say? This book is two years old, at the first few oneshots. Hopefully my writing got better, ahaha. Anyways, ships I wrote: -Ryden -Petekey -Peterick (not much) -Frerard -Jalex (not much, they're mentioned like onc...
