Truth Or Dare (Frerard)

Getting Ready

Eyeliner, mascara, hair straighteners and hairspray were spread out all over Frankie's bathroom counter. Both Ryan and her were getting ready for the first party of the year for the past 2 hours. Like usual, Frankie did Ryan's makeup. Making him look like some sort of sexy emo. While she looked like a punk chick that could beat your ass with her pinky. Her hair was black and straight with a red fringe. The length of her hair complementing the shape of her face.

"Hold still Ryan," she demanded and went back to straightening his hair.

He groaned and stopped moving.
"How do you know Brendon will notice me? I mean, we've gone to parties since the 8th grade and the only time he has ever talked to me was when he asked for a condom."

Frankie chuckled and set the straightener down on the counter, grabbing the hairspray in the process. "Well all I can say is this," she sat down next to Ryan. "If I were straight, I'd be all over you," she reassured with a wink and fumbled with Ryan's hair.

Ryan smiled and nodded.

"All done," she giggled and pulled out a hand mirror from the drawer next to her. Ryan gasped at the sight of his reflection.

"I look amazing," he threw his hands over his mouth, still filled with shock.

Frankie giggled and took the mirror away from him, putting it back in the drawer. Ryan frowned and crossed his arms.

"Stop pouting and help me pick out an outfit," she grabbed Ryan by the hand, dragging him out of the bathroom and into her wardrobe.

Frankie opened the doors and instantly was shoved out of the way by a man on a mission. Ryan pushed past Frankie and began to search.

Both of them had similar taste in clothing, which mainly consisted of band shirts and skinny jeans. The only difference was that Ryan had a bit of a hippie side. He would sometimes wear a loose white button down with a brown vest and a colorful scarf. Giving him the typical 'Beatles hippie' vibe.

Shirts began to fly out of the closet. Occasionally a few managed to hit Frankie.

"Perfect," Ryan screeched, storming out of the closet.

In his hands was an Iron Maiden muscle tee and draped over his shoulder was a pair of black skinny jeans and a black sports bra with lacy red sides.

Frankie squealed at the masculine, yet sexy outfit. "Thank you Ryan!" She giggled, taking off her shirt and tossing is across the room.

Ryan nodded and went back into the bathroom, leaving Frankie in her room alone to change.

Minutes later Frankie walked out of her room. Ryan's jaw fell to the ground and his eyes popped. Let's admit, Frankie looked stunning. Although the outfit wasn't much, she still pulled of off. And pulled it off well.