Running circles 'round my mind
Even when it's rainy all you ever do is shine
♡
Dad, I'm going upstairs with a freind!"
Gerard called grabbing Franks arm pulling him upstairs with him.
Gerard's room was adorable to say the least. Alot like him. The colors were soft and light. There were blankets messily thrown around and fairy lights strung over the light pink bed.
It smelled of vannila and lemons.
"You like?" Gerard asked seeing Frank standing in awe.
"Its adorable."
"Its girly." Gerard said looking down to his feet again.
"I love it. "
He smilled.
"So. . . What should we take a photo of?" Gerard asked.
"You... well some part of your body."
"Why me?" Gerard asked with a confused look, his cheeks turning light pink.
"Like I said, you're beautiful."
Gerards blush was blatant now.
"Hey, take off your sweatshirt." Frank instructed. After staring at Gerard a bit.
Gerard hesitated at first then obeyed.
He was wearing a grey shirt with some vintage company name accros the chest.
The shirt wasn't tight enough for his ribs to show. Frank walked over to to Gerard and placed a hand on the area.
Gerard shivered under his touch.
Frank moved his hands down Gerard's torso to his waist right on his hipbone.
"What are you doing?" Gerard asked slightly uncomfortable, but that came naturally anytime anyone touched him. Yet he was enjoying Frank's warm hands on him.
"How old are you?" Frank asked ignoring Gerard's previous question.
"Sixteen. " Gerard answered. "Why?"
"You said you were ninty-five pounds right?" Frank said ignoring Gerard's question.
"Yes?" Gerard answered confused.
"Are you starving yourself?" Frank aksed.
"Why dose that concern you?" Gerard asked avoiding the question.
"Answer me." Frank demanded. Grabbing Gerard's wrists.
"Yeah I am, and now what? Are you going to give me a lecture about loving myself and shit? Because I fucking don't!"
"Gerard I'm so-"
"Can we just work on our project?" Gerard sighed feeling bad for raising his voice at Frank.
There was an uncomfortable pause.
"You're beautiful." Frank said letting go of Gerard's thin wrists.
"You said that already."
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𝐏𝐫𝐢𝐦𝐚𝐝𝐨𝐧𝐧𝐚 † 𝐟.𝐠
Romance"You're mine." "I know." (bottom gerard yikes) (first story warning !! don't comment about the quality of this book, i'm aware) (this story was completed a very long time ago ! but edits are occasionally made. there are a few non-addressed trigge...
