Funny How It Rained All Day // Frerard

9: Glabellar Isn't A Word

"How did that even happen?" Gerard asked after a long silence between the two as he looked around the messy room. A chair had been knocked over, the cupboard had a questionable sized dent, the curtains and curtain rod were on opposite sides of the room, many of the small Scrabble letters were scattered around the room and both boys found themselves with at least two bruises somewhere on their bodies.

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"Glabellar," Gerard said, placing his letters down.

"Come on dude, glabellar isn't a word,"Frank sighed, removing Gerard's pieces from the Scrabble board.

"It is a word you fork-turd, it's what this part of your face is called," he explained, pointing to the part above his nose and in between his eyebrows.

"No, that's just the bridge of your nose," Frank muttered.

"I'm not even touching my nose, Frank."

"It's not a fucking word Gerard, stop pretending it is to win," Frank growled, throwing up the board game, tossing it to the side.

Gerard squinted his eyes before tackling Frank and they fell off the bed, throwing punches and scratches and trying to kick eachother.

"Fight me Spork!" Frank yelled, before Gerard kicked him in the stomach, sending Frank tumbling backwards, crashing into the window, clutching the curtains to stop his fall which somehow managed to bring the curtain rod off the hook and throw it at Gerard like a javelin, and Frank was falling down and landing on pieces of Scrabble letters.

"Shit," Gerard squeaked as it just missed him, hitting the cupboard instead, but he still fell backward and into the chair, knocking it over as he landed with a thud.

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Gerard was left completely wide-eyed as he gazed around the trashed room, completely shocked at the outcome of a simple board game, which he had every right to be, especially from where he was currently sat.

"I told you this game of Scrabble would be intense," Frank pointed it our as if it had been a warning, almost chuckling at Gerard's widened eyes and dropped jaw.

"It was fucking Scrabble, how the hell does this happen because of Scrabble? This is like next level board game playing- this is fucking Monopoly level type shit." Gerard wasn't too far off either, Monopoly did start wars between friends and families almost everytime it was played.

Frank just smirked, standing up from where he had somehow managed to find himself on the floor, more Scrabble pieces dropping from were they had planted themselves on his ass.

Gerard held out his hands, silently asking Frank to help him up, and Frank snickered when he realised Gerard was stuck in Frank's trashcan and Gerard glared at him while he lifted him to his feet.

"You're an asshole," Gerard muttered, brushing down his clothing because who knows what was in that trashcan.

"Yeah," Frank smiled, fixing up the fallen chair and moving to fix up the curtains, "I really am."

Gerard began picking up little scrabble letters, feeling very lost when he'd find them in the strangest of places, occasionally finding them in his clothes, even a piece was in his underwear which explained some of his discomfort.

Frank struggled to put to curtain rod up due to his height, asking Gerard for help who just sighed, rolled his eyes and went over to help him. Standing on Frank's desk, Frank himself struggling to make his way off the unbalanced furniture, and taking the rod, Gerard lifted the end up over the hook, finding it somewhat difficult as it was heavy, weighed down by the curtains.

"You're so short," Gerard giggled and Frank huffed in annoyance. He wasn't that short.

"Shut up," Frank muttered. "Get down from there, you'll fall off."

"I'm not going to fall off the desk."

He then felt unbalanced and soon begain falling backwards, waving his arms wildly, attempting to use to wind to moce forward and not fall but he failed.

He fell off the desk.

Frank caught him though, muttering idiot under his breath as he did so, surprising Gerard who felt a little too close to the shorter man, but he didn't mind it as much as he should've.

"You okay?" Frank asked, still cradling Gerard who hadn't moved, still stunned that Frank had caught him, and the fact that he was right about falling off the desk. Gerard stared up at him with wide eyes before realising he was supposed to answer Frank's question.

"Y-yeah," Gerard said, smiling a little, "it's just, I didn't think someone so small looking would be able to lift me."

Frank then dropped him, grinning when he heard Gerard let out a series of groans as his body came into contact with the floor, feeling pain in his back and head.

"You're right," Frank smirked at him, Gerard's eyes burning into his own, "I don't know how I'd be able to lift you."

"You're a prick."

"So are you," Frank countered.

"Fair enough," Gerard grunted, raising his hands up above him, "help me up?" He asked, smiling innocently and Frank rolled his eyes but helped him up anyway. "Thanks."

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Soon the room had finished being cleaned and they were sat across from eachother on Frank's bed again loke they were before, only instead of a board game, they had in front of them a deck of Uno™ cards.

Neither of them were sure who was winning but they both had an idea it was Frank, and that may or may not have been because Gerard asked him if he had any twos.

"This is Uno Gerard," Frank sighed, "not Go Fish, but Uno."

Gerard shushed him and placed down a series of skips and reverses, muttering to himself as he did so before he spilled the world Uno from his lipe, surprisingly Frank.

"Well if you placed down a red skip last you probably..." Frank trailed off, deep in thought, before placing down his only +4 card and changing the colour to blue, but then realsing his mistake when Gerard only grinned.

"Plus eight and I change the colour back to red," he smiled as he placed his +4 card down on the deck, grinning like a champion. "I win."

Another fight or three had happend after that.

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I totally trademarked Uno.

Hope you enjoyed this update.

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