Famous Last Words || FRERARD

10

Gerard and Frank found themselves eating lunch on the school's version of a patio, being the only two who dared to go outside in a thunderstorm. The rain was pelting the umbrella above them, but it didn't disturb either of them. In fact, it was music to Gerard's ears. The rain was the tears of the clouds, and the lighting, the screams of the sky. It was a comfort Gerard hadn't felt in a very long time.

"You know, I think this is my favorite kind of weather." Gerard commented, looking at the pelting blood of the sky around him.

"I agree with you on that one. There's something about being soaked to the bone that feels purifying."

"I think fire's more purifying, to be quite honest."

"Really? How so?"

Gerard took a bite of his cold pizza before continuing. "Well, if you burn everything to the ground, all that's left is ashes; no sins, no regrets. Just ashes. Ashes to ashes, dust to dust. All is forgotten."

"You sound crazy, you know that?"

"The good crazy?"

"Definitely."

"Good to hear. I think I might just be the good kind of crazy. I think I could rock the hot psycho aesthetic."

"You already do."

"Aww. You called me hot."

"And psycho, idiot."

"I'll take it."

They ate in silence for a while, looking around at the emptiness that surrounded them. No other students had been brave enough to come outside, except for these two of course. They'd strolled out of the school, black umbrella in their joined hands and eyes locked as they laughed their way to the patio. Who needs warm food and dry shoes?

"Do you really think I'm hot?"

"Yup."

"Seriously."

"As a gay-ass bitch, I can promise you that I'm being serious."

"Well, okay then."

"You don't believe me?"

"Nope."

"You're an idiot, then."

"A hot, psychotic idiot. Get it right, Frankie dear."

"Jesus fuck. Please never call me that ever again."

"Fine....Frankie."

"I won't fight you on that one. As long as you don't call me Faith."

Before Gerard could ask who the hell Faith was, Frank felt his phone buzz in his pocket and he looked down at it, pulling it out and staring at the message he'd gotten.

Frofro man: What the fuck are you doing, dude?

Frankieboi: Uh....Eating lunch? Why?

Frofro man: No, I mean with Norman Bates Jr.?

Frankieboi: Yeah. Eating lunch.

Frofro man: No no no. Bad idea. Everyone's staring. Dude, you're gonna be dead meat when you get in here.

Frankieboi: What? Why? He's just a normal fucking guy. I don't get why you guys are scared of him.

Frofro man: Dude. Everyone's saying you're his newest sex slave, I've heard at least ten different people say something along the lines of "Gerard, Mikey and Frank had a threesome" and shit like that. Please tell me that's not true

Frankieboi: Of course not! He hasn't even touched me! Jesus fucking christ, Ray.

Frofro man: You need to get away from him. Now.

Something inside Frank snapped in him and he stood up, setting his phone down and walking out from under the umbrella, letting the elements take over his fate. Rain pelted down on him, soaking him to his very core. He welcomed it, running his hands through his hair and laughing. Gerard gave him a funny look, but he just spun around, opening his mouth and letting the rain hydrate him. There was just something about the feeling of the water pouring down on him that felt great. It felt like death, and fuck, that's what he needed. He needed to be purified.

"Come and dance with me, my love." He turned to face Gerard, smirking and holding out his hand to the other, who looked freaked out to say the least. They'd switched roles in this moment, Gerard being the shy and Frank the rebel against the world.

"F-Frank, what the-....everyone's staring..."

"Since when do you care about that? Come on! The water's fine!" Frank laughed, spinning around once again and staring up as the sky cried all over him.

Gerard took off his trench coat, revealing the long sleeves and jeans of black he always wore. And he stepped into the rain, flinching as he did so. Frank held out his hand to the other, Gerard gingerly accepting it and yelping as he was pulled closer. The shorter taking the lead, he took a step back, the taller following as they gazed into each other's eyes. They waltzed, spinning around and laughing in the rain. It was chaotic and mortifying and glorious.

They could hear the music in their heads, keeping in time to their moving feet, their eyes never leaving the other's gaze. It was like their hearts were connected, which unbeknownst to the two, they were. Their hearts beat the same, their breathing was the same, and soon, their lips were doing the same, meeting each other's. The kiss sealed their fates, together as one, until the end.

Neither of them even thought to look down at the words that decorated their arms, now glowing through the layers of soaked material.

They were doomed. Doomed to love, and doomed to die. Either way, they were doomed together.

(A/N)

This is offically my favorite chapter I've ever written holy fuck

I love this so much sksksks

Even though I know this means it's only get gonna more traumatic from here, I still love it-