Casa Di Lupi [FRERARD AF]

Chapter of the Second Variation

Gerard hadn't stopped muttering "Fuck" as he stalked home after the bad news. He had to share a room... with Frank?! He'd be dead by the end of the first day, never mind the fact that this was a two week trip. It was almost enough to make him decide not to go.

Gerard slipped into his house and ran upstairs, hoping to avoid the "How was your day, sweetie?" that he knew he would eventually have to face. He groaned before digging his suitcase out of the closet.

What the hell should he even pack? Was he trying to look good? Or did he simply want to dress so poorly that Frank would be embarrassed to be seen with him all week?  As much as Gerard wanted to embarrass Frank, he was very shy and didn't want to embarrass himself either. Gerard made up his mind, and pulled out many pairs of skinny jeans and grabbed a bunch of random T-Shirts and threw them into his suitcase. Perfect. Now all he had to pack was that cologne that Frank hated back when they were kids.

Gerard shuddered at the awful flashback. He still couldn't believe that he and Frank had actually used to be friends- best friends even. Then Frank ruined everything.

Gerard slammed the suitcase closed before he flopped down on the bed. He let out a quick scream of frustration.

'Fuck my life'.

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*Fronk POV*

Frank let out another stream of curses.

"Dude", Ryan said, looking at him. "We get it. You don't like him."

"It's not just that", Frank snapped, "I fucking hate him. A lot. Like, a fuck ton".

Ryan rolled his eyes, before continuing to scroll on his phone. Frank huffed and crossed his arms again. Ryan never really listened to him. He sighed. "Ryaaaaaan" he whined. "C'mon, I'm bored".

Ryan groaned, but put his phone back in his pocket anyway. "Fine bitch, what do you want to do?"

Frank grinned and licked his lips, and then gave Ryan a suggestive look.
 Ryan rolled his eyes again, before muttering a quiet 'fuck off'. Frank grinned in response.

"Fine", Ryan sighed. "Lets just go back home and pack".

Frank grabbed his stuff, making sure to hit Gerard's friend again. What was the kid's name? Uri? Urine? Urey? Whatever, Frank didn't care.

Ryan looked at him and sighed. "Jesus Fronk, you're more of an ass than I am sometimes. Which is saying something." Frank shrugged. They walked of the room, leaving Brendon fiercely rubbing the back of his head.

He was so happy that Ryan was his neighbor. After he had stopped being friends with Gee- no, Gerard. He didn't call Gerard that anymore- he had no friends. That was, until he discovered the slightly eccentric, emo boy that lived in the house next to him. They had gotten along immediately, and Gerard was soon forgotten.

Frank hopped into Ryan's car, and they sped home at a speed Frank guessed was quite a bit over the speed limit. Not that he cared really.

Frank opened the door to Ryan's house and waltzed into the kitchen, putting on a pot of coffee. Ryan glared at him. "Just make yourself at home, why don't ya..." he muttered. Frank grinned and slouched back on the couch, and put his feet up on the table. He pulled out a magazine, before replying, "I will, thanks".

Ryan took off his backpack, and launched it at Frank.

"Ooof", Frank grunted. Ryan smiled evilly. "Ha, gotcha bitch".

Ryan dragged Frank upstairs. Frank grabbed a couple suitcases for them (I mean, he practically lived there, and was used to taking Ryan's stuff, so what would stop him now?) and turned around, only to feel Ryan's lips on his.

Was Frank homophobic? Yes.

Was he gay? Possibly.

Would he admit it? Probably not.

Frank felt guilt burning in his stomach; he knew he was a hypocrite. But he kept telling himself that Ryan was the exception. He wasn't a faggot, not at all. Ryan just happened to be special. At least, that's what Frank told himself. 

Frank groaned. "Ryan, we need to pack".

Ryan grabbed his hand and dragged him into his room. "Well, I was hoping we could do something else first", Ryan leaned forward, whispering into Frank's ear. Frank shuddered, feeling thrills run through him. He dropped the bags he was holding, and placed his hands on Ryan's hips, pushing his body against his own, making Ryan grunt.

Frank shook his head. "Sorry baby, I want to pack first. You're going to have to wait."

Ryan whined a little, making Frank grin even wider. Frank made his way into Ryan's closet, not even questioning all the frilly outfits and scarves hanging in there. Or the fact that it was a walk-in closet. Frank grabbed some jeans and band shirts, before he walked out of the closet. ((AN: ( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°)))

"Awh Frankie, you were gone so long, I missed you", Ryan pouted. "Piss off" Frank replied.

Ryan smirked, before helping Frank to pack.

Later tonight was going to be so much fun.

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///Written by Deanna///