romeo & juliet ; f.g

chapter eleven,

i get sad when i think about the time skips i do when they're just walking somewhere or whatever because i think about writing them handholding and staring at each other and injdkfmcs
anyway this chapter is totally a filler. sorry. but !! gerard an frank aw faves :-) the next chapter will be better i promise lmao

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when frank got home the next day after spending the morning cuddling gerard, nobody was home. gerard offered for frank to go back to his place again, and frank rolled his eyes.

"how will my mom know where i am?"

"leave a note," gerard said, grinning at him from where he stood on the sidewalk.

"frank anthony!" frank heard his mother call, along with the click-clack sound of his mother running in heels.

"here we fuckin' go," gerard mumbled, and frank giggled.

"are you- have you been with this man again?" she questioned her son, who shook his head no.

"i've been with dallon, ma', like i told you," he replied innocently, and gerard held back laughter.

"get away from my house, and stay away from my son," she hissed at gerard, who raised his hands in defeat.

"sorry, mrs. iero," gerard said grinning, and she turned and grabbed frank's arm with a hand that wasn't carrying groceries, and pulled him inside.

"my, god! frank, what are these bruises on your neck? was that boy choking you? hurting you?" she asked impatiently, examining frank's hickies.

frank couldn't help but die of laughter.

"frankie, please. i'm just trying to keep you safe," she said sincerely, a tone frank hadn't heard her use in a while. it infuriated him.

"when was the last time you asked me about my day? or asked me how i got hurt? or even noticed that i was hurt?" silence replied to all three questions. "he protects me more than you or dad ever have," frank spat, rushing upstairs into his room, and blocking the door with his desk chair. he sighed, sitting down on his bed, watching his lava lamp. he looked out the window, and was shocked to see gerard sitting on the sidewalk on the other side of the street, playing with a switchblade.

opening his window, he called: "what're you still doing here?"

"trying to piss off ya' mom," gerard grinned back, and frank blushed, his heart beating quickly again.

"stay there!" he called, before rushing over to his closet. he dumped everything out of his schoolbag, and stuffed clothes, his knife, a math book, and a tube of his eyeliner into the bag, before walking over to the window. "catch!"

he threw the bag down to gerard, who almost didn't catch it in surprise. "how do i get down?" he asked, and gerard laughed.

"thought it was a school night?"

"shut up and help me," frank hissed, and gerard giggled quieter, beginning to direct his feet, staring up his skirt the whole time. not his fault he was looking, he was just helping frank get down. (he was totally looking on purpose. frank has a nice butt.)

gerard caught him when he made the final two-foot jump off of the side of the house, before putting him down, kissing him on the nose.

"don't worry, i'll getcha' to school," gerard said, sliding his hand into frank's and swinging frank's backpack over his shoulder.

"you will?"

"'course." gerard smiled at him, and frank grinned back, the two sneaking off.

"so, what do you do all day?" frank asked, when they'd turned onto gerard's street.

"i work, i sleep. eat a lot, too. sometimes i go to school," gerard replied, and frank rolled his eyes.

"sometimes?"

"it's not for me, love," gerard said, in a tone that indicated he'd said this a million times.

"fine," frank said, kissing him on the cheek. gerard sighed, relieved that he wouldn't have to talk to frank about school. he hated talking about school.

they reached the porch, and gerard brought him inside. "d'ya remember where m' room is?" he asked, and frank nodded. "take ya' bag down there 'n i can make lunch, or we can go out to lunch? whatever ya' want."

frank smiled, "i don't mind," he said, and gerard rolled his eyes.

"ya' just like mikey, indecided."

"i think you mean indecisive, big brother," mikey said, ghosting past gerard and frank, patting gerard's head on the way past.

"right, that," gerard nodded, and frank giggled. pete grinned at frank as he also walked past, into the living room where frank could hear faint groaning. "is billie in there?" gerard asked, and pete laughed.

"why don't'cha go look for ya'self?" he replied. frank followed gerard into the room where the man with a mop of black hair lay strewn across the couch, his smudged eyeliner not covering the dark circles under his eyes.

"i'm so fucking hungover," he cried, and frank giggled at him. "what're you laughin'- oh, you're gerard's- er- boyfriend, right?" he asked, and frank nodded. "hm. okay. he's cute," billie said to gerard, who nodded.

"i'll put this in your room," frank said, taking his backpack.

"okay, lovely," gerard replied, kissing his forehead.

frank walked out of the room and past the kitchen, where he could faintly hear mikey laughing. he walked down the steps into gerard's room, placing his bag on the floor near the bed. he made the bed, spreading the blankets out neatly, and fluffed the pillows.

he kicked off his shoes, and slid over to the stairs in his pink socks. walking back up, he followed the sound of laughter back to the living room, where gerard was now seated next to billie and brendon. "c'mere," gerard said, and frank slid onto his lap, cuddling into his chest. eventually, he crashed out.