band one-shots

starbucks || frerard

this is so bad but also not as bad as other things i've written so

yeet here you go 🤠

ship: frank iero x gerard way

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There's a new employee at Starbucks and Gerard doesn't like it.

Usually Lindsey is standing over the counter, sharply painted nails tapping against the granite surface impatiently. She makes his coffee very precisely, ever so careful not to spill a single drop.

On the other hand, the boy currently standing next to the cash register looks like he'd be happy to spill Gerard's mocha frappuchino with extra whipped cream all over the tiled floor.

His dark hair is flopped over his eyes as he looks up at Gerard. Up being the key word. This motherfucker is short. Gerard could probably get on his knees and he'd still be taller.

The name-tag on him reads "Frank", a detail the taller boy carefully stores in his memory as he prepares to give his order.

"I'll have a Venti Organic Iced Vanilla Double-Shot Latte With Whipped Cream, Double Blended." Gerard says, the words easily sliding out of his mouth. "And make it quickly....Fred."

"It's Frank," the boy mutters, heading to the counter as he blends the coffee together. "Not that you care. Basic ass hoe."

"Excuse me?" Gerard asks, snapping his gum, because yes, he is exactly that kind of basic ass hoe. "I'll have you know, you arrogant little shit, that I'm in a band. An edgy one. One your non-edgy ass couldn't even dream of."

"Oh yeah? What's it called?" Frank drops the ice cubes into the cup, silently counting the seconds until Gerard leaves.

"My Chemical Romance." Gerard leans on the countertop, smirking at Frank. "See, I'm not like other boys. I'm quirky. I even have a MySpace profile."

He's cut off by Frank slamming the plastic cup down on the counter. "That'll be 6.69." The smaller boy states, pushing away all of his questions for Gerard.

Gerard slaps down a five dollar bill and takes a sip of his latte, hesitant that Frank may have poisoned it. But it tastes as good as always, and he smiles at Frank. "Keep the change."

"Hey- you still owe 1.69!" Frank yells after him, as Gerard slips out the door. He sighs and sinks against the wall, grabbing his laptop off the nearby table.

Time to find this fucker's MySpace profile.

~

It only takes 200 pages of scrolling before he's found it. Or at least what he thinks it is.

It certainly looks like Gerard, with eye makeup smeared on his face. But then again, it might not be. Frank decides to take the risk and message him.

frnkwantstodie31: hey. how's ur latte?

Several minutes pass, and he's about to close the site, when a message pops up.

gerardgay63: fucking terrible. worst latte i ever had. i'm calling the fda as we speak. 👌

Frank lets out a sharp laugh, smiling.

frnkwantstodie31: that sucks. i'll have to make u a better one next time.

gerardgay63: that's if i even CONSIDER coming back

frnkwantstodie31: are you actually in a band?

gerardgay63: yeah. ofc. we make edgy shit. shit you can't even believe. wanna hear it?

frnkwantstodie31: sure.

gerardgay63: too bad. maybe later. i need to go to practice. see ya tomorrow. i'll be there at 9:15 a.m. the coffee better be good this time.

~

It's actually 9:16 on the clock when Gerard returns the next day. But neither boy notices, too occupied in their thoughts.

"Today, I think I'll have a Decaf Peppermint Hot Chocolate with Ice. Don't forget the whipped cream." Gerard's tone is dark, but there's a hint of a smile in his eyes.

Frank nods, rushing to put the drink together. As he pours the hot chocolate, he glances at Gerard. "Nice MySpace profile."

"Thanks. Could say the same for yours." Of course, Frank's is nowhere near as edgy as Gerard's. But it's still kind of nice. In a non-edgy way.

"Your username is particular's pretty interesting," Frank comments as he finishes making the drink. He slides it over to Gerard and smiles a tiny bit.

"Oh, yeah. I'm gay. What about you?" Gerard had almost forgotten that he wasn't straight. It wasn't like he spent a lot of time thinking about sucking dick. Most of his thoughts were occupied by music.

"I don't know. I kinda have a thing for basic ass hoes." He says, his voice growing quieter.

"Oh?" Gerard's smirk reappears. "The kind that order increasingly complicated drinks for no good reason?"

"Yes. And that play in bands with the edgy name of My Chemical Romance."

"Well, that's a neat coincidence, because I happen to have a thing for short boys that make shit coffee." Gerard pulls out his wallet and hands Frank a 5 dollar bill. "Is this enough?"

"No." Frank says, accepting the money anyway. "But I'll make an exception for you."

~

Later that day, a MySpace notification pops up on Frank's laptop while he's on his break.

gerardgay63: that was the most mediocre hot chocolate i have ever had the pleasure of consuming. was too cold. i need something hotter

Frank is feeling bolder than usual as he begins to type a response to Gerard.

frnkwantstodie31: i have a suggestion ( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°)

gerardgay63: what

frnkwantstodie31: me

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this started out seriously and then i threw myspace in there like the little emo bitch i am and then i couldn't take anything seriously after that lmao