romeo & juliet ; f.g

chapter nine,

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frank sighed, sitting on the curb outside of his house.

the weather was getting colder- summer was coming to a close, and autumn was approaching- along with frank's birthday. frank loved the fact that his birthday was on halloween- he loved getting presents and candy on the same day, but apparently he was getting too old to trick-or-treat, so this year he'd have to stay home.

he thought that was totally a bummer.

he kicked a rock to the other side of the road, huffing angrily. he hadn't seen gerard once in the past two weeks- he'd thought that maybe gerard would come to see him at least once, or meet up with him down the street, but there was no sign of him. maybe he didn't actually care about frank.

"frankie!" a voice called, and he turned and grinned at dallon. "any sign of your boy?"

"nah, haven't seen him in a while," frank replied, as dallon stalked over and sat next to him.

"what a chicken," dallon grumbled. "hey, d'ya wanna go out tonight? even if it's just to crash at my place, we can take your mind off things," he offered, and frank smiled.

"i'd love that, lemme go inside to ask my mom."

"okay, sounds good." frank's mom, of course, said yes- she loved dallon, (who doesn't,) so frank quickly packed a bag before skipping back outside to dallon. "now- okay, please don't be mad at me, yeah?" dallon said, after a few minutes of walking.

"why, what's up?"

"well- i might have someone else over too," dallon said, blushing.

"dal! who? is it brendon?" frank asked, jealous that dallon was able to see the greaser but frank couldn't see his.

"it's a surprise. calm down, we'll be there soon and then you'll see," dallon replied, giggling. "plus, we're going somewhere. hope ya' bought some cute clothes," he winked at his short friend, and frank smirked at him.

"i'm always cute, no matter what i'm wearing."

they arrived at dallon's house quickly, and dallon made sure to make frank change. brendon, of course, greeted them in dallon's room, and frank scuttled to the bathroom.

dallon's dad was a business man, and he loved taking his wife with him on business trips so dallon was often left alone, leaving him free to throw parties or have people over at his will. how frank wished he had dallon's parents.

he tied his tie-dye shirt at his waist, winged his eyeliner sharp and flounced out the door, his miniskirt flapping lightly. dallon wolf whistled at him when he bounced back into the room, and brendon laughed, nodding at frank who blushed.

"where're we going?" he asked, and brendon winked at him.

"c'mon, boys," he said, and the two high-schoolers followed him out the door and down the road. frank felt an awful lot like he was third wheeling, watching chagrin as dallon and brendon held hands and smiled at each other.

they left frank's side of town and entered the place where frank knew gerard's house would be, in some neighborhood in this sketchy place. he felt strangely terrified, yet relieved at the same time. eventually though, they walked to a mechanics, and dallon kept looking back at frank and giggling as they went inside.

"hey, man," brendon said to the man at the counter, with a name-tag that read 'spencer.'

"heya, bren. go on through," spencer said, and frank smiled at him. the tree went into a back room where roughly four cars were being worked on, and frank spotted the two men that frank met when he first met gerard- mikey and pete.

pete was half under a car, with dark green overalls on, while mikey sat cross-legged a few metres away from him reading, and handing him tools when he requested them. mikey was wearing a brown sweater over a white button-up, with clean jeans. his glasses were perched on the end of his nose as he read. there was a man under the hood of a ford thunderbird, his afro sticking out wildly, with a man sitting inside the same car, asleep, his mop of black hair flopped over his face.

and finally, as frank's eyes scanned back over the workshop, someone walked around from the back of a car to the front of it. the arms of his overalls were tied at his waist, his top adorned in a tight, grease stained, white tank top. he wore boots, and his bright red hair was falling in his eyes. he didn't notice frank as he took a drag from his cancer stick, and frank almost fell over at the sight of him- of gerard.

"gee," frank breathed, and gerard's gaze flicked upwards, and he finally noticed frank, looking back at him through his hair. gerard threw his cigarette down, stomping on it as he strode over to frank, pushing back against the wall, and kissing him hard. one of his hands moved to frank's exposed hip, and frank felt the skin raise from the rough touch, the other moving to frank's ass.

frank squeaked, giggling into gerard's mouth.

gerard laughed, too, pulling away and resting his forehead against frank's. "hey, sugar."

"what happened?" frank asked, gently tracing a deep cut along gerard's cheek with his fingers. gerard grit his teeth.

"i tried to come see ya'. somma' the kids from your school didn't like it very much-"

"so we're not letting him travel alone again," brendon interrupted, rolling his eyes at gerard.

"you got jumped?" frank squeaked again, cupping gerard's face in his hands, and gerard just chuckled in reply.

"yep. but 'm fine, lovely. a few cuts 'n bruises but i'm okay," gerard reassured the shorter boy, who nodded and pressed a quick kiss to gerard's lips. "i swear, i would'a come seen ya' if i could'a."

"i know," frank replied, relieved that gerard did care and wasn't just blowing him off. "hey, dal, brendon? thank you," frank said, and brendon just nodded to frank, giving him a smile. frank turned back to gerard, who was watching frank's face with a smile. "so, what are our plans for tonight, geebear?"

"geebear?" gerard repeated, and frank giggled. "fine. ya' lucky ya' you, yanno, sweetheart." frank grinned and kissed gerard again, his arms looping around the greaser's neck.

"oi! stop makin' out," mikey called, wrinkling his nose in disgust.

"c'mon, babe, why don't we one up 'em?" pete replied casually, and mikey laughed, rolling his eyes and punching pete's shoulder. frank smiled, finally feeling at home again, in gerard's arms.

"i know that bren', dal', and a couple'a the others are going to a club, 'n that mikey an' pete are going back to pete's, so.. we could go to mine, or to the club, if that's what ya'-"

"no, let's go to your place, i wanna spend time with you," frank interrupted, and gerard ginned.

"sounds fantastic, baby."

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thoughts?

smutty themes in the next chapter?