Subway Train ➫ Frerard

chpt. five ➫ goodnight

gerard changed his clothes, into something more comfortable. he also gave frank some of his clothes to wear for the night. 

"do you want anything, frank?" gerard asked as he microwaved some leftover spaghetti to eat.

"do you have food?" frank stood up as he asked quietly. gerard laughed out loud. "what's so funny?" frank asked.

"you," gerard responded. "haha, never mind. i have food. check these cupboards here." he pointed to the cabinets next to him. frank went over to where gerard was, and rummaged through his food.

"i feel like a rat." frank said as he pulled things out of the cupboards.

"you are one." gerard scoffed.

"hey!" 

"haha! you said it yourself, dude."

frank pulled out cookies and put everything else back in neatly. he asked gerard if he can look in his fridge, and gerard happily obliged. frank proceeded to take out milk and chocolate syrup.

"got any cups?" frank inquired childishly.

gerard opened his cabinets and handed frank a cup. "here ya go, pal."

"thanks." frank nodded to gerard as he sat at the dining table, eating his warm spaghetti.

frank was making chocolate milk, which is something he hadn't done in such a long time. he proceeded to mix the syrup in the milk and watch the liquid become a chocolatey brown. he enjoyed looking at it for some odd reason, it was satisfying.

he sat across from gerard, dipping his cookies in milk and hungrily shoving them in his mouth. gerard couldn't resist laughing at frank.

"why do you keep laughing at me?" frank asked, his voice muffled by his cookie-filled mouth.

"you're just so hungry, and I've never seen anybody eat like that," gerard smiled, twirling his spaghetti with his fork. "you make me happy when you're content."

frank blushed, and immediately tried to hide it. he swallowed the cookies and licked his lips. "do i?"

gerard nodded. "yes, you do." 

frank showed a half-smile. he was developing a lot of different feelings for gerard. he was too afraid to tell him though, he feared it could ruin their friendship.

"so frank, how old are you?" gerard broke the awkward silence.

"i'm 20. my birthday's on halloween." frank rubbed the back of his neck.

"oh." gerard thought. he's younger than i thought.

"how about you?" frank directed the question to him.

"i'm 24." gerard said quietly.

"oh, cool. how's that like?" 

"um, stressful. it's much like being twenty, except you can drink and stuff." gerard replied.

"interesting." frank nodded as he proceeded to eat his cookies.

gerard finished up his spaghetti and threw his bowl into the sink to wash it. frank also drank his chocolate milk and stored the cookies away.

"hey frank, i have school tomorrow, so i'm going to sleep. if you need anything, feel free to help yourself, but if it's super important then just wake me up. the bed's prepared for you, too if you want to sleep," gerard smiled at frank before laying on the couch. "goodnight."

frank chuckled and smiled back. "goodnight, and thanks again, gerard."

"no problem." gerard said a few seconds before drifting off to sleep.