romeo & juliet ; f.g

chapter six,

first update of the year! in honor of hitting 1k, here's one in gerard's perspective :-) sorry for it being pretty late!

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gerard sighed, leaning back in his chair.

his red hair fell over his face, and he sighed, blowing it back out of his eyes. he briefly faced his teacher, before looking back out the window. he craved a cigarette. he craved kissing frank again. he grinned then, licking his lips.

frank.

pretty boy, with a wonderful personality. gerard liked him a lot- he distracted gerard from problems. from home.

not that mikey didn't help, too, but mikey was too much of a panty waist. he was cute and enjoyed sweaters and cafes and he was far too soft for gerard- he definitely was too smart, too. mikey was doing school, doing well in school, unlike his older brother.

that didn't matter much, anyway. gerard had a job at the mechanics, like all of his boys did, and he fixed busted cars on weekends and days when he bunked off school. he was reluctant at first to let mikey join their little gang, his little gang, but then mikey started dating pete, and everything changed.

pete was, by far, one of the toughest guys gerard had ever met, in both a good and bad way. and he was still unsure on whether he was okay with pete dating his little brother. but- mikey'd mellowed him, and pete had toughened mikey up. he'd even given mikey fighting lessons, apparently, so things seemed to be going okay. but gerard started to feel alone.

although now he had frank.

he smiled again, and the bell rang. he stood, leaving the class and sending his teacher a dirty look in the process, brendon and pete falling into step behind him as they walked. he heard mikey's shoes squeak along the linoleum hall as he ran to catch up with them, and when he did, pete slid an arm around his shoulder. gerard could almost feel mikey's blush, and he rolled his eyes.

"'m goin'," gerard stated, leaving the building. brendon shrugged and followed him, but pete stayed behind. he wouldn't go anywhere without mikey, and mikey had only bunked off school once. "look after 'ma, mikes."

the two walked together in silence, apart from when brendon pulled out a packet of camels and they both lit up. gerard was instantly relieved- the bitter sensation clouding his thoughts long enough to forget how cold it was. he frowned. where was his jacket? probably at home.

"where're we goin', boss?" brendon asked, and gerard grinned.

"where i usually go," he replied, and brendon nodded.

they sauntered through the streets of their neighborhoods, escaping out the other side to where middle-to-upper class people lived. gerard hated to admit it, but he wished he was one of them. he wished mikey, at least, was one of them. then, he could help mikey go to a nicer school and get him the proper education he deserved. a few teenagers hanging out in front of their school were staring at the two greasers, so gerard turned to them and flicked out his blade.

the teens instantly lept to their feet and left, leaving gerard to giggle to himself and put his switchblade away. brendon laughed along with him- their faces were too good to not laugh at.

"d'you think his cute friend'll be there?" brendon asked, lighting another cigarette. gerard shrugged.

"maybe. 'm sure hopin' he's not in the same state he was in when i saw him last," gerard replied, and brendon nodded. "alex and jack. i'm gonna' find those two."

"if you need any help, 'm always here."

"i know, bro. thanks."

"y'like him then?" brendon asked, and gerard stiffened slightly.

"a'course i do. he's fine, ya' know?"

"don't be getting soft on me, way," brendon teased, "we already got wentz mellowed."

"ah, shuddup. d'you think his cute friend'll be there?" gerard mocked, and the two giggled.

"i get it, i get it," he laughed, and hit gerard's shoulder.

"what's th' time?" gerard asked, sitting down on the curb one or two blocks down from frank's house.

"almost three," brendon replied, looking at his watch, and gerard nodded. just enough time to get a smoke in before frank got home.

but it wasn't, because there the pretty boy was.

frank skipped along the road, smiling and swaying his hips, before pausing to wait for someone to catch up. his "cute friend," as brendon liked to call him, did catch up, and they began to walk together. and when gerard noticed what frank was wearing- well, brendon thought he saw gerard drooling.

a miniskirt that, once again, left nothing to the imagination was only just covering his milky thighs, and a white t-shirt was over that. but draped over his shoulders was gerard's leather jacket, and gerard thought it looked mighty fine.

he smirked to himself, before strolling over to frank, and wrapping an arm around his waist.

"was wonderin' where that went," gerard said, and frank squeaked, his face turning a gorgeous shade of red. frank smiled shyly at him, and gerard kissed his cheek, leaving frank to get even more red and flustered.

"hi, gee," frank said, and gerard nodded.

"hey, sugar. anyone giving ya' trouble at school?" gerard asked, and frank blushed a darker shade of crimson.

"no. i'm- i'm sorry, but i thought they'd leave me alone if i said i had a tough boyfriend and they didn't believe me so i've been wearing your jacket for a few days now and-" gerard cut him off by laughing, swiping some hair out of his face.

"it's fine, sugar. doesn't bother me if ya' call me ya' tough boyfriend," he chuckled, "let's getcha' an' the beanpole home."