right number [frerard]

j u n e

june 1st, 3pm

gerard sat on the couch with frank, barely able to keep his eyes open. anxiety had been keeping him up at night, and now here he was, frank moved in with him, and they hadn't even unpacked anything. frank was probably dying to unpack his shit and actually be moved in, but gerard was exhausted.

frank changed the channel and gerard turned to him, an annoyed look on his face. "what?" frank asked, grinning.

"i was watching that."

"i don't want to watch the bachelor, gerard."

"well, i do!"

"you should have at least chose finding prince charming," frank said.

"it's not even on, dumby. i checked," gerard mumbled.

frank laughed and poked gerard's cheek. "gay."

gerard rolled his eyes. "oh man, frank, how'd you know?"

"magic," frank smirked and kissed gerard's forehead. "do you wanna go out tonight?"

"i do," gerard started, "but i'm so tired. tomorrow?"

"sounds like a plan," frank pressed another kiss to gerard's forehead. "can we talk about what's been going on with you?"

"what do you mean?" gerard turned to frank.

frank shut off the tv. "you know what i mean. what's been going on?"

gerard shrugged. "i just," he paused, and then looked down.

"gerard, look at me."

gerard looked up slowly. "i don't know. i just... get scared."

gerard was starting to looked distressed, so frank decided it was a good time to stop. "you look tired. let's go to bed, yeah?"

gerard nodded slowly. "i love you."

frank hummed as he pressed his nose into gerard's hair.

...

the exhilaration of frank moving in hit gerard for the billionth time as he opened his eyes in the morning. his face was pressed into franks hair, and frank smelled like apple shampoo and smoke. gerard loved the familiar scent.

it was crazy, but gerard sometimes thought of marrying frank. frank wasn't even nineteen, but gerard thought about it a lot. it made him happy, to think that he might be waking up to apple and smoke for the rest of his life.

gerard was lost in thought when he felt lips on his cheekbone. he turned and saw frank, smiling tiredly. "good morning," gerard whispered.

"morning, gorgeous," frank grinned. gerard's cheeks flushed. "you're looking magnificent today."

gerard was blushing like hell at this point. "when did you get so good with words?"

"dunno. i guess you bring it straight outta me," he said, kissing gerard's cheek before sitting up.

gerard stayed curled up in the blankets, as it was a wonderful place to just stare up at frank and admire him. gerard smiled.

frank also smiled, as he looked down at gee. it all seemed, well, kind of perfect. because it kind of was kinda pretty perfect.

...

frick wtf is this i'm so sorry.

this is short and choppy but i wanted to get a chapter out. better things are coming.

but like seriously when will i get that cool punk friend who's kinda like frank and is kinda rude and can help me decide what pins to put on my jacket bc i want that