romeo & juliet ; f.g

prologue,

frank sighed, resting his chin in his palm, staring angstily out the window.

he watched the people walk past his street- it was almost seven in the evening, so people were going home from work. frank smiled as he watched a little girl holding a man's hand walk past, giggling.

he sighed again. what he would give to not have a curfew? probably anything. its really not fair; his parents are too scared of him and his friends getting jumped by greasers, so he has to be back home from school by five.

it's not like he didn't have a blade, because he did- heck, he could probably get a heater if he needed. in this kind of rich neighbourhood, you could get anything you want, whenever you want.

especially frank; being the most feminine boy at his school, (and being the richest boy at his school,) was probably the reason everyone liked him. wearing flashy miniskirts and pastel colours was one of frank's favorite things to do- and although it was weird to a lot of people, they know to just not mess with anyone with that kind of money.

frank's eye was caught by a mop of bright red, slicked back hair and the sound of obnoxious laughter drifted up to his third-story window from the street, and he watched as three greasers played around in the street.

frank watched curiously- he'd seen greasers before, sure, but that'd been on the grease side of town- the side they're on now, the side frank lives on, is the east, the good side. it was extremely unusual for three greasers to be wandering around these streets this late.

he watched as the leader, the one with the bright red hair and obnoxious laugh took out a switchblade and flicked it open, spinning it around his fingers. frank gasped, leaning out the window slightly more, his hair now getting a little tousled in the breeze.

the other two greasers- there was a shorter, stockier one with jet black, slicked down hair and tanned skin, and one that was taller than the both of them, and looked a little younger than them- laughed and pretended to fight with the red head. frank noted how attractive all of them were.

he never thought he'd think like that about a greaser, but here he was, his angst-ridden gaze dissapeared and replaced with a curious one.

suddenly, the tallest one turned and spotted frank staring, his grin turning to a smirk.

"hey, kid!" he called up to frank, who blushed.

"you watchin' us?" the shortest called up, and frank shook his head.

"waiting for you to leave, and if you don't soon i'm callin' the fuzz," frank called back, the sky now a brilliant red colour to match the boy's hair.

"don't be a drag," the tallest whined, and frank watched as the red head lit a cigarette, before inhaling it.

"don't whine like a kid, mikey, ya' gonna make me regret bringing you," frank could only just hear the red head say, before he turned to frank. "don't be so uptight, man. we're ain't causin' no trouble."

"you shouldn't be here, greaser," frank leaned on the windowsill, and grinned at them.

"you shouldn' be awake this late, pretty boy," he took another drag after he spoke, before winking at frank.

"go home, grease," frank narrowed his eyes, unable to hide the blush that spread over his cheeks.

"why don't ya' come down here and have a little fun?"

frank rolled his eyes, shaking his head at him. "i mean it. go home. the second i close this window the cops are on the way."

"what a spaz," the tall one, "mikey," commented.

"i like ya', kid. what's ya' name?"

"oh, like a filthy greaser like you deserves to know my name. now scram," frank said, taking a step back and slamming his window closed. he grinned to himself, watching the greasers curse and start to sprint away.

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a/n:

hiya guys!
so this is the first frerard fic i've written since instagram, (oops,) and i personally love the idea so far lmao. it's set in the mid 1960's, as you can probably tell, and it's roughly based on both Romeo and Juliet, and The Outsiders, (wHICH IS MY FAVORITE NOVEL OF ALL TIME IAEHGIS)
i had to do a lot of research for this, so please appreciate my efforts lmao
anyway,,,,,, see y'all in chapter one. i love u muffins!