Kissing Through The Fence (Frerard)

It's Hard To Say I Do When I Don't

we're broken people

This was it. The big day. And surprisingly enough, everyone was falling behind.

"FRANK GET IN THE DAMN CAR WE'RE RUNNING ON A SCHEDULE" Leena honked the horn repeatedly trying to rush Frank out of the house. Soon enough, he came stumbling out with one shoe on, his hair not combed, and his pants not done. He smiled nervously as Leena tore out of the driveway, tires screeching as they were on their way.

Pete ran his hands through his hair as he paced angrily.

"So the catering truck is running late, as well as the flowers and the cake. How the hell are we gonna have a wedding without flowers or a cake?" Gerard just stared up at the ceiling, thinking about what Frank had told him. Could Pete really be cheating on him? He found the bathroom in the huge banquet center and looked in the mirror at his newly dyed and cut red hair. It went down to about ear length and was parted a small bit to the side. He smiled as he remembered his old red hair, but then stopped because it reminded him of Frank. He didn't expect to miss him this much.

"So Mikey, you have everything on your laptop, right?" Mikey nodded as Leena was checking to see if we had everything.

"And Frank, you've got the physical prints, right?" Frank nodded and patted his bag.

"I just noticed something. We're all wearing black with a little white." Frank looked at Leena, in her skintight black dress with a black blazer. He looked down at her full lips, covered today in white lipstick, a nice contrast to her mocha skin. She was finally going to be taller than him in a pair of stark white stilettos. Leena's eyes flicked up to the rear-view mirror to look at Mikey, wearing an all black suit with a white bowtie. Mikey craned his neck to get a look at Frank, wearing a black suit and tie with a thick white belt.

"Look at that, we're all matching. How cute. I got some stuff set up last night at the venue, so we don't have to get there until it starts." She checked the clock on the dashboard. "Which just happens to be in 15 minutes." Frank started to get butterflies, knowing all the possibilities of what could go wrong. The sound could give out, Mikey's computer could get a virus, Pete could beat the shit out of him, there was just too much to be risking. They all knew this. But then again, they all had something to fight for.

Gerard fucking hated other people doing his makeup. With a passion. So it wouldn't have been a surprise if he had hit the annoying girl that was fucking up his face.

"Stop moving your eye!" She complained, trying to do his eyeliner.

"I can't!" She sighed.

"Stop, it's gonna get streaky." She used her mom voice this time, but Gerard didn't care.

"Fucking deal with it, okay?" She let out an exasperated groan and finished him up before leaving in a hurry. Gerard got up and adjusted his off-white suit jacket and black button down in the mirror. He smoothed down his matching off-white slacks and looked himself in the eye.

"Listen up, fucker. You're getting married today. To someone that isn't Frank. Man the fuck up and look pretty for your new husband." He nodded at himself, satisfied with his little pep talk as he got ready to walk down the aisle, grabbing his bouquet of pink and red roses. Since Gerard didn't know his father and he thought his brother was trying to kill him, Pete had the next best thing. One of his good friends, Brendon would be walking him down the aisle. Gerard looked at Brendon, his deep brown eyes firm and his strong jaw flexed. They made eye contact and Brendon smiled.

"Thank you. You really helped him out with Mikey. He was getting scarily obsessed with that guy." Gerard just looked back with wide, confused eyes. Brendon's eyes darkened and he panicked a little bit.