Frerard One shots

You are my best friend and I love you

Hi, guys! Sorry, this is late, I deleted it by accident and had to figure out how to get it back, but everything is fine now. There are no warnings for this, but there's a lot of crying and sadness and some swearing. It's fluff, very fluffy fluff and NO smut. Remember, I am an unoriginal human being and need help, so requests are OPEN. Feel free to send in ideas for me. Please enjoy!

-Elliot <3

Frank hated parties. He hated them more than anything, especially considering he was socially awkward and hated crowds. The only reason he was at this lame ass high-school party was because his best friend, Gerard, had dragged him to it and it seemed like he really wanted to go.

Gerard was enjoying the party. He was drinking, a lot, and he was jumping up and down like an idiot every time a relatively lively song came blasting over the speakers. He looked completely stupid, but cute at the same time. Frank smiled as he watched him from a corner of the packed room. This is what he usually did when he and Gerard went out somewhere, just watched him have fun. In truth, Frank liked watching Gerard more than anything, because he was silly and beautiful and yeah, Frank had a pretty big crush on him.

Within minutes, Gerard had passed out on the couch. Frank thought that this was a good time to take Gerard home. He walked over to him and gently poked him in the ribs.

"Hey, Gee. Wanna go home now?" he whispered.

"Uh, Frankie." Gerard moaned as he rolled over to look at Frank.

"Wanna go home?" Frank repeated, a little closer to Gerard's ear this time.

"Yeah, I guess." Gerard mumbled.

Frank stood up, pulling Gerard up with him and slinging his arm around his waist. Gerard held onto Frank's shoulders. 

They left the house and the cold night air sent chills up their spines, but it was better than being surrounded by cigarette smoke and an unholy amount of drunk teenagers.

They didn't talk the whole way back to Gerard's house, for the most part because Gerard had fallen asleep almost the second Frank started driving. When Frank parked his car in Gerard's driveway though, he woke up almost immediately. Frank helped him into the house again and they found it, thankfully, empty. If Gerard's parents saw him in this state at this hour, they would kill him for sure. Besides, Gerard wasn't the best influence on his little brother.

They walked up to Gerard's room. Frank remembered the first time he'd come up here. It was within the first week of eighth grade, when they'd met in detention Friday afternoon and Gerard had invited Frank over. Frank had been really happy, because come on! A kid in the ninth grade inviting him over to play video games and guitar was possibly the coolest thing ever and thirteen year old Frankie had just found out he was gay and was totally flustered by this cute older emo boy asking him to come hang out with him. Frank set Gerard down on his bed gently and turned to his dresser to get Gerard a pair of his bad-ass pyjamas.

He pulled Gerard's shirt off his body and over his head and Gerard gently pressed his hands on Frank's shoulders. He untied his shoes and slipped them off easily, tossing them across the room. Frank knelt down in front of Gerard and Gerard rested one hand in between Frank's shoulder and his neck. Frank unbuttoned and unzipped Gerard's jeans, pulling them down his waist slowly and leaving them around his ankles. He pushed Gerard into a sitting position on the bed and tugged his jeans off the rest of the way. He went to help Gerard with his pyjamas but he gently pushed Frank away.

"I can do it. This shit is easy peasy pumpkin peasy. Pumpkin pie, motherfucker." 

Frank had to refrain from laughing by biting his lip. When Gerard was dressed he walked towards the door.