romeo & juliet ; f.g

chapter two,

frank and his pal' dallon were walking home together on a friday evening, laughing together and talking about the sleepover they were about to have. usually frank wouldn't be able to have anyone over, but since exams are over and the school year is almost over, too, dallon's parents, along with frank's, allowed it. 

the two boys were giggling and talking rapidly, making plans, seeing as they'd only asked for dallon to come the night before. frank's cheeks were flushed a dark red in contrast to his usually pale cheeks and his lips were moving rapidly as he spoke, his miniskirt dancing wildly as he bounced around the sidewalk. 

"hey sugar, you might wanna calm down. your skirt's ridin' up," a voice called, and frank turned to see gerard and his two buddies- along with one new addition- and gerard himself was smoking a cancer stick, leaning against a street lamp.

"oh, cuss off, gerard!" frank called back over the road, and gerard beamed at him.

"you remembered my name! gold," he said, jogging across the street. his three friends were left on the other side, and gerard slid closer to frank, licking his lips. "who's this?" gerard asked, his eyes darting over to dallon, sliding up and down his neat outfit- black pants, a white button-up, with a blue vest over the top. his height was remarkable, but he was tensed under the greaser's glare. 

"this is dallon," frank said simply, and gerard took another drag from his cigarette. 

"that so?" 

"frankie, who's this?" dallon asked quietly, watching gerard nervously. gerard sneered at him, and soon enough, his three friends were by his side. 

"frankie? that's cute," gerard muttered, and frank rolled his eyes, tapping his foot impatiently. 

"we're gonna go now, grease," frank sassed, taking dallon by the hand and beginning to sashay away, before gerard tugged him back by his other wrist. dallon's hand slipped from his grasp, and gerard pulled frank flush against his chest with one hand, flicking the cancer onto the ground with the other. one of his friends took the opportunity to stomp it out. 

"this better not be ya' fuckin' boyfriend," gerard muttered, quiet enough for no-one except for frank to hear.

"don't. cuss." frank glared up at the taller boy, the scent of cigarettes flooding his nostrils, and he coughed. 

"gee, c'mon man, let the kid go," one of his friends- mitchy?- said to gerard, and frank smirked at him when gerard reluctantly let him go. frank dusted himself off, before grinning at the boy who'd made gerard let him go.

"thanks, cutie," frank said, and the boy turned bright red. 

"so you call my little brother cute but not me?" gerard whined, and frank giggled. "ya' alright there, poof?" gerard asked dallon who was ogling one of frank's friends. dallon flushed, shrugging. "oh, c'mon, ya' can talk. i won't bite." gerard grinned devillishly, and frank rolled his eyes. 

"can we just go back to my place now?"

"yes! let's go!" gerard grinned, taking frank's hand and beginning to stride down the sidewalk, dragging frank along with him. mitch- was it mitch? mark? mike? mikey!- mikey chuckled at gerard's actions, and slid his hand into the shortest greaser's back pocket, the two following mikey and gerard. dallon scuttled behind them and the last greaser trailed along behind all of them, pulling out his own cigarette and lighting it. 

"gerard, you can not go into my house!" 

"why not?" he asked, and frank rolled his eyes. 

"because i don't think my mum would approve of a greaser being in my house, let alone four of them," frank said, and gerard giggled.

"we'll sneak out a window when she gets home, 'kay, sugar?"