You're Such A Killjoy! (Frerard fanfiction)

Project Sleepy

Hi my lovely readers, it's been a while :)

I've been focusing on my latest studentxteacher story, so I haven't updated this for ages, but here I am!

Enjoy, MCRmy!!

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Frank P.O.V

He strode out of the bathroom, leaving me sat on the sink silenty whimpering. Why did I ask him if I could stay? What the hell is wrong with me!?

The bell rang for second class, and I sauntered off, confusion scrambling my brain.

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Last lesson came and went, and Gerard was leaning against his red Chevy Camaro, sunglasses on, pouting in his leather jacket.

I internally groaned, and sluggishly made my way over to him.

The Chevy was cherry red, with white stripes down the sides, and a beige leather interior.

And, to top it off, two fluffy pink dice hanging from his center mirror.

"Why do you have fluffy pink dice?"

He grumbled, and started the engine, chucking his backpack onto the back seat. The roof started to descend, and the car was flooded with sunlight. His red hair illuminated like a neon lamp, and his sunglasses turned into reflective goggles.

"They just look cool, okay?" I sensed humour in his voice, and yes, they do look cool.

We pulled out of the school car park, and onto the freeway.

"So, you and Ray, huh?"

How did he know that?

I shifted in my seat, suddenly not liking the situation.

"H-how dya know that? Did someone tell you..?"

He laughed, a genuine laugh, and turned off the freeway, doing more than the speed limit.

"It's fucking obvious. He goes all googly eyed when he sees you, and your bulge when that happens is kinda obvious. How'd you two get together?"

He sounded genuinely interested, so I gave him a genuine answer.

"When I found him in the toilets after Mikey beat the shit out of him."

I could hear him gulp over the radio.

"Oh."

All that was heard for the next few minutes was Get Scared screaming out of the radio.

"I'm over it now." He said remorsefully.

I looked up at him in confusion.

"Over what?"

"Gay people. It used to really bother me, but now, it's such a common thing, it's hardly disgraceful anymore."

I hummed in agreement.

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We finally pulled into his driveway, and by god he was rich.

In the centre of the driveway was a massive fountain, with blue and red illuminated water jets.

His house sat at the other end of the drive, perfectly symmetrical, with columns framing the doorway.

Flowers and shrubs neatly outlined the driveway, and I could see the corner of a pool complex behind his house.

Two cars were already parked in the driveway, a Ferrari F40, and a Lamborghini Gallardo.

Gerard parked the Chevy beside the two masterpieces, and practically jumped over the car door. I followed suit, and then wondered-

"What about the radi-"

As soon as my feet touched the ground outside the car, Get Scared were cut off.

Oh, that was cool!

Gerard smirked, locking the car.

"Self-controlled radio. Cost thousands, but worth more."

He opened the front door, and we walked into a masive hallway, with symmetrical staircases winding round to form a mezzanine landing above us.

He grabbed my wrist, and bounded up the left staircase, tugging me down hallways and past closed doors, until he opened one and pulled me inside.

I collapsed on his bed, panting.

"Why'd you do that? I didn't see a murderer or a robber downstairs, so"

He gasped.

"No, my parents are worse than all that combined."

Again, I was confused.

"Dad's an accountant, mum's a surgeon. They want me to follow in their footsteps."

He glanced at me.

"They don't like me, or any of my friends."

"Ah, I see."

Maybe asking to stay here was a bad idea.

I laid back, and then realised I was on a four-poster king-size bed, with a fucking memory foam matress!

I sighed in content, and curled up, suddenly exhausted.

He clambered in beside me, and we slowly fell into deep sleep.

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There ya go!

See you next chapter, guys :P