romeo & juliet ; f.g

chapter eighteen,

hiya gang! 

if you see me updating this in the next few hours, it's just me editing and making things better because i feel like i slipped a little when it comes to writing this? like i don't edit my chapters, i usually write them all in one go and then post them straight away, which in hindsight, is kinda dumb because then i don't add in all the cute slang like i did in the first few chapters idk. i'll make sure to tell you guys if i've added anything big, but probably not.

so ya . enjoy this ( filler?? idk) chapter :-) 

edit as of 15/12/19: yeah no shit you slipped u big dumb gay lmao 

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frank awoke to the sound of yelling- actually, more of a one-sided yell. it was awkward to listen to, though, because mikey never yelled, yet frank could clearly hear him snapping at someone. if he strained his ears he could faintly hear the other person responding, and i sounded like gerard.

"you gotta go!" mikey hissed, and frank heard a chair being pushed in.

"there's no point, mikes," gerard replied quietly. "it's not like i need it."

"gerard, you can't tell me you're not gonna go to your own graduation!" 

frank leaped out of bed, flinging the door open and rushing to the kitchen. "you're graduating?" he asked, his voice loud, startling his boyfriend.

"er- yeah," he replied, his cheeks flushing adorably. 

"when?" frank asked, watching his boyfriend intently.

"er- a couple'a days..."

"and he isn't going anymore, apparently," mikey added, glaring at gerard over a mug of coffee.

"you have to go!" frank said, sliding into the seat next to gerard. "why don't you wanna go?"

"i never did anything good at school, i dunno why i'm graduating anyways," he huffed, before taking a large gulp of his oj. 

"you were amazing at art, gerard, you know that," mikey sighed, and gerard rolled his eyes.

"art can't get me anywhere," he said simply, "anyways, being a mechanic makes me great money and-"

"don't try to change the subject, ya' sleaze," mikey grumbled, and gerard huffed with laughter.

"speak for ya'self, little brother," gerard giggled, and said brother rolled his eyes, storming out of the room.

"you've gotta go to graduation, gee," frank said quietly. "you can wear the suit again!"

"what- why?" 

"remember what happened the last time you wore the suit?" frank winked, and gerard grinned at him. 

"have you convinced him yet?" asked mikey, who'd just come home a few hours later. frank was watching gerard sketch something that he'd requested that morning, after learning that gerard had done exceptionally in his art class. 

"yep, he's going," frank grinned at mikey, before winking at gerard.

"you're a miracle worker, frankie," mikey sighed, leaning against the wall.

"gee, mind if we borrow frank for a while?" pete asked, and gerard looked over to see pete and brendon's heads sticking around the corner of the door, almost comically. 

"why?" he asked, and frank jumped up from where he was sitting.

"oh! i've gotta go, gee," frank said, kissing the top of his boyfriend's head.

"hey! where?" he asked, standing, and pulling frank back into his chest by his wrist. "where ya' goin'?"

"it's a surprise," frank giggled, leaning up and kissing gerard softly. "seeya' soon." frank bounced out the door, and gerard frowned, before turning to mikey. 

"do you know what's going on?" he asked, and mikey just giggled.

soon after, frank sat in pete's bathroom, sitting in front of the mirror on a stool. they'd decided his hair was now long enough to be slicked back, and frank giggled as pete lathered his hands up with grease. 

"are you ready to become one of us?" he asked, and frank nodded. pete smiled at him in the mirror, brendon watching closely along with someone new he'd met- a guy with an afro, called ray. 

pete ran his fingers backwards through frank's hair, towards himself, and frank smiled wider as he saw his hair beginning to stick down, backwards. pete took a comb and ran it through a few times, the soft teeth scraping frank's scalp nicely, and he sighed in delight. 

"you okay?"

"m, feels good," he replied, and pete stifled a laugh. "hey, don't be rude," he pouted, and ray and brendon cracked up.

"aight, kiddo, now we gotta get ya' dressed for ya' man," ray said, and frank grinned, blushing. 

they handed him fresh blue jeans, and a white tank, along with gerard's leather jacket. "you'll look like us in no time, kid," brendon said, winking at him, before shutting the door. frank licked his almost-chapped lips, sliding his own clothes off, and the new ones on.

stepping out of the bathroom and into the living room, ray wolf-whistled, causing frank to blush. "you look choice, frankie," pete said, looking him up and down. "gee's gonna love it. you're pretty smart to have thought of this." 

"yeah, i hope he likes it," frank said, looking into his reflection on the glass. he smiled to himself.

"well, c'mon then. we've been gone a couple of hours now," pete said, standing. frank followed him to ray's car, along with the other boys. thankfully, they all lived relatively close to each other, getting to gerard's in good time. frank took a deep breath before getting out of the car, walking to the front door with the boys trailing behind him. he was glad that they felt like friends to him, because the friends that he'd had, excluding dallon, had all abandoned him. he felt as if he belonged here. 

he walked inside, seeing mikey in the kitchen first. "wow- you look- wow, frankie," mikey nodded at him, pete sliding an arm over his shoulder.

"i did good?"

"you did wonderful, loser," mikey kissed the top of his head. pete grinned, leaning his head on top of mikey's shoulder. "gerard's in his room," he directed his speech towards frank, who nodded.

"thanks, mikey," he said, before skipping down the stairs to gerard's room. he opened the door and saw gerard sorting baseball cards- probably for mikey, who collected them. "hiya, gee," he chirped, his hands in his back pockets. 

gerard looked up smiling, but his mouth dropped when he saw frank. "wow- you- frankie?" he asked, putting the cards to the side, and standing. frank giggled at the awestruck look on his boyfriend's face.

"d'ya like? pete 'n i though that my hair was getting long enough, so-"

"ya' look like such a babe," he continued, and frank flushed. "spin for me?" he asked and frank twirled, giggling like an idiot. "wow- i'm so lucky," he grinned, and frank springed over to him, slinging his arms around gerard's neck.

"i was a little worried you wouldn't like it, actually," frank said to him, his cheeks a dark crimson. 

"how could i not? ya' look- fuck, there's a word that i was taught but i can't remember it but it was really good and it would describe ya' really well right now," gerard rambled, and frank laughed, connecting their lips. 

gerard kissed him back roughly, pulling off the leather jacket and pushing frank down onto his bed. his fingers pulled frank's shirt up, and his thumbs ran circles over his hip-bones. frank sighed, pressing kisses along gerard's jawline, down his neck, until the collar of his shirt got in the way. frank pulled it over and off impatiently, and gerard laughed, his hair falling in front of his face boyishly. 

"i'm not the only one who looks great," frank said softly, gazing up at gerard, tracing his boyfriend's cheekbone with the tips of his fingers. gerard smiled stupidly large, leaned down, and kissed him again.