romeo & juliet ; f.g

chapter twelve,

er hi 
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anyway, here's a chapter. idk about this one. gerard's a bit protective ?? clingy??? an asshole???? tell me what you think? thanku! xoxoxc

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gerard liked the way frank looked asleep in gerard's bed, wearing one of gerard's shirts. he watched him from the bottom of the stairs, a mug of coffee in his hands and his t-shirt over his shoulder, his hair wet from the shower. his hair dye was starting to wash out, and he was considering dyeing it back to black. black made him look more bad-ass.

the thing that was most prominently on his mind though, was the fact that frank's parents didn't even care that frank left. he'd been crashing at gerard's for a little over a week now, and the fuzz hadn't come banging at his door. apparently frank had seen his mum at lunchtime during a school day and she'd just ignored him, but if gerard was honest with himself, he was more disappointed than surprised. 

he grinned when frank wriggled and his mouth fell open, before placing the coffee on the nightstand for when frank woke up. sliding the shirt on, he pushed his wet hair back and stomped up the stairs, setting a less-happy look on his face.

"mornin' gee," mikey said to him, twirling a pencil in his long fingers and peering down at his maths workbook through his glasses. 

"morning, lil' bro," gerard said, kissing the top of mikey's head. 

gerard liked to tell himself he was tough and cool, but everyone knew that gerard was just the dad of the group, keeping everyone, (especially mikey,) out of trouble, getting them jobs at the mechanics and constantly hovering over his boys. yeah, there was also the fact he called them his boys.

"mornin', gee," pete said, and brendon, billie, ray and bert all repeated it.

"heya, boys," gerard said, pushing his hair back again and leaning in the doorway. 

"what're we doing today, boss?" pete asked, and gerard shrugged.

"work, for you boys. unless ya' wanna-"

"why won't you be working?" bert asked, and gerard rolled his eyes. 

"gee here's got a new plaything," billie said, and bert nodded. 

"he's not a plaything," gerard said, clenching his jaw. "he's m boyfriend."

"what's the difference?"

"i'm not slutting around and sleeping with everyone else when i get the chance, unlike you. he's serious."

"what's that s'posed to mean?" bert said, standing up and puffing out his chest. mikey bit back a laugh, slinking into the room.

 "don't do this, bert." gerard warned, his tone changing. 

"no, 'm not a fucking slut," bert challenged. "i bet the little 'boyfriend' of yours is, especially if he's dating you,"  he added, a sly smirk spread across his face. 

gerard pinned the taller, heavier man against the wall, his switchblade pressed gently to bert's throat, crossing the room in two strides. "say what ya' want about me, but don't say shit about my boy. i'll kill you." he whispered, but the room was so quiet it sounded as if he was shouting. when bert only looked back at him with terror in his eyes, he took a step back, clicking his blade back into safety.

"ya' can leave now," gerard said calmly, bert nodding, and booking it out of the house. 

"that was harsh, gee," pete commented, pulling mikey onto his lap as a shield if gerard turned his anger towards him. gerard hadn't notice mikey enter the room, but mikey's footsteps are always light. 

"i guess," the red-head replied, nonchalant as he slipped his knife into the back-pocket of his jeans. "but at least y'all know not to talk about frank anymore. i don't even want him mentioned if i'm not in the room. that clear, boys?" 

the room chorused yeah's, except for mikey, who of course said no.  he did it every time. gerard cracked a smile and the tension in the room was instantly relieved. the red-head turned, ruffling mikey's hair as he walked out of the room. 

he heard faint humming in the kitchen and was pleasantly surprised to see frank awake, cooking aunt jemima pancakes. his legs were bare and he was wearing one of gerard's rolling stones shirts, and gerard wolf whistled making him jump. 

"jesus babe, scare me half to death," frank said, turning around and walking over to gerard, placing a soft peck to his lips. "scared that man half to death, too," frank giggled, and gerard smirked.

"ya saw that?"

"mhm," frank said, going back to flipping. "it was hot. thank's for the coffee, by the way." 

"wha?" gerard asked, a little taken aback. 

"i said, thanks for the coffee-"

"no, what ya said before," gerard said, and watched as frank turned around blushing, a plate full of pancakes and a bottle of syrup in his hands. 

"i didn't say anything," frank said quietly, his pale skin a dark crimson. 

"are ya sure about that?" gerard asked, taking a step towards frank, who stepped backwards into the counter. a conniving grin spread itself across his face, and frank narrowed his eyes, a small smile spreading across his own.

"one hundred per-cent," he replied, his eyes twinkling playfully.

"eugh, stop flirting," mikey commented, wandering into the kitchen and taking the pancakes and syrup off of frank. "or at least don't do it in the kitchen. i eat in here," he finished, before leaving. 

frank laughed, and pulled gerard into a bone crushing hug, standing on his tip-toes to wrap his arms tight around gerard's neck. gerard hugged him tightly back, barely hearing frank whisper three words that made him impossibly softer, and hug frank impossibly tighter. 

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i got into a really romantic/angsty mood and as i currently don't have a s/o i projected myself into this fic i'm sORRY