romeo & juliet ; f.g

chapter one,

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frank could feel himself being watched as he walked home. 

it's not that he wasn't enjoying it- he hoped the person staring at him was pleased with the cute outfit he was wearing today- but he was nervous about whether they attacked him or not. at this point, he wasn't too far away from his house, and if he screamed somebody could probably hear him, but he still gripped his small switchblade in his right hand. 

he sighed, hearing footsteps coming closer and closer behind him. he spun on his heel and flicked out his knife, pointing it at the person with a trembling hand. 

"god, sugar, ya' shakin' like a leaf. didn't mean to scare ya'," the red headed boy from those few days ago grinned at frank,  who narrowed his eyes. he resisted the urge to shiver when the cold breeze blew up his skirt. "jesus, kid, hold a blade like that and ya' sure to get killed," he commented when frank didn't reply, before reaching over and taking frank's knife, clicking the blade back into safety position. frank snatched it back with narrowed eyes, and the red head grinned.

"i'm gerard, by the way," he said, before licking his lips, and frank scowled at him.

"i don't care. stop following me and let me go home, my old man's waiting for me," frank said, and gerard chuckled. 

"do you really wanna go home, sugar? or do you wanna come have some fun?" 

"leave me alone!" frank said, glaring at the greaser, before turning around and stomping away. his skirt blew in the breeze and gerard wolf whistled. 

"ya' look choice in that outfit, babe," gerard continued, jogging to catch up with frank. he ran his fingers through his hair and frank wrinkled his nose when gerard pulled out a pack of cigarettes. "don't like 'em?" 

"god, no. don't like you, either, grease."

"c'mon now, pretty boy," gerard chuckled, taking a drag, "don't flip your wig." 

"please, just let me go home unbothered," frank sighed, and gerard frowned.

"sorry, sugar. it just got me.. jazzed the other day when i first seen ya', yanno'?" gerard asked, and frank rolled his eyes. "because y' sure are a pretty one. don't get boys like you on the west."

"don't get boys like you on the east," frank said, stopping outside of his front door, making his way up the porch. "get outta' here quick, grease. it's gettin' dark." 

"i dig, sugar. see you again?" 

"maybe," frank smirked at him, his eyes twinkling, and gerard grinned back. 

"well, i sure do hope so," the greaser said, before turning around and walking away. frank watched him go, watched his leather jacket shine in the dimming sunlight, and frank smiled. 

it was a possibility he did want to see gerard again.