Valentine's Frerard

"Frank," an angelic voice broke the silence in my head. I opened my eyes slowly and saw Gerard, my best friend, hovering over me. I must've fallen asleep again. His hazel eyes were looking deep into mine and I swallowed.

"Yeah?" My groggy voice overcame my nervousness. Gerard was on top of me. While in my bed. And he looked very determined. My dirty mind wandered until he spoke.

"I've already let you sleep too long, you derp," he rolled off of me and I remembered I needed to breathe. I found my voice again.

"What time is it?" What day was it? I thought to myself.

"It's 12 in the afternoon," he spoke, "and it's Valentine's Day."

I groaned and grabbed my shirt off the floor. "Why does this change anything?"

He looked at me hurt, and jokingly he said, "But Frankie..." He dragged out the last syllable and tugged on my heart, "I have something special to do today," he suddenly got very excited and dragged me out of bed.

"Geeeeraaard!!" I yelled and hit the floor with an "oofffh"

"Oh shit, Frank are you alright?" Gerard started to pick me up. I groaned in response. He chuckled and picked me up off the floor. "Oh I see you've gained weight!!" He exclaimed, jokingly.

I fake slapped him and said, "You never comment on a lady's weight," he laughed again and set me on the bed.

"Get ready, I'll be downstairs," he gave me a smile and left. I wonder what he was planning... As I was thinking, I picked out a pair of tight black skinny jeans. I wiped off my old tee shirt and chuckled. It was so old and dirty, I'm surprised I still kept it. My hands wandered to the dresser and I pulled out one of my nicer shirts. For Gerard, I smirked at myself. I hopped down the steps and almost tripped over my shoes. Classic Frank. I literally had no sense of cleanliness. Eh, didn't bother me.

"Frank," the same voice caught me by surprise, "Stop talking to yourself and get over here," the voice giggled. I rolled my eyes, not realizing I had said all that out loud. My socks slid across the floor and I slumped into the chair farthest from the window.

"I'm not a morning person," I mused at Gerard. He looked back at me with big eyes.

"Well Frankie boy," he started in my mother's voice, "you don't have to be so crude about it."

"Too bad, so sad, Gee," I said. Gerard stuck a coffee mug in my face and I grabbed it happily.

Heyo, it's me again. This is my first Frerard and someone said something about not having a Valentine's Frerard. So here one is :3

XoxoEm