Chapter 3

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"Gerard," I said, annoyed.

Tap tap tap tap

"Gee, seriously," I turned around, and he had left. "Gee?"

"Boo!!" I whipped around and bumped into Gerard.

"Ahh fuhk," I exclaimed, holding my head. I fell over and Gerard caught me.

"Jesus, Frankie, I'm sorry," Gerard sounded sincere. I looked up at him. His hazel eyes glistened and his mouth was slightly open, with his misshapen teeth peeking out. I giggled, oh nice one Frank. "I thought you were hurt, butt! Why are you giggling?" He said throwing me on the couch.

"Maybe my butt is hurt, asshole," I said in between giggles.

"Fronkeh!!" He used an old nickname.of mine. "Want me to fix that?" He had a huge smile plastered on his face, one side tugging so it looked goofy.

"Your face, Gerard, no," I said in all seriousness.

"Okay, smart mouth, we have to get these plans ready!!" He ran up the stairs and I heard the water running. Sighing, I climbed the stairs and changed outfits. I showered... Two days ago? Whatever, I was still grungy. I shrugged a button up tee and a pair of black slacks. Just as I was lacing up my converse, Gerard came into the room. His hair was soaking, hanging in his eyes, and beads of water clung to him like jewels. I turned my head, to avoid a problem, but Gerard had already noticed.

"Oh Frank!" He said my name like it was dinner time and I turned my head by impulse. He had his towel in his hands and his naked body was facing me. As I was gaping as his bare chest and length, he turned around and started to twerk, naked.

"Oh God Gerard!" I exclaimed, scrambling to get away from his bare ass shaking in my face.

"You was staring, guuurrrll," he said in a ghetto voice. I sputtered and got up, stomping out of the room. "Don't get butt hurt, Frankie!" He called after me.

"I wish," I grumbled to myself, sinking into the sofa downstairs. My shirt was unbuttoned and my shoes untied. "Thanks, Gee," I whispered, still angry and a bit upset. I was still working on my buttons and laces when Gerard trotted down the stairs.

Ohh almost to the frickle frackle

Btw Shelly ily and thanks for reading

XoxoEm

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