Famous Last Words || FRERARD

13

"Hey, hot stuff," Gerard commented, smirking at Frank who simply blushed behind the door of his locker.

"What do you want?"

"Prom's coming up in a month or two, and I was thinking-"

"Gerard, you haven't even taken me on a real date yet. Prom's for couples and shit. And besides, I'm probably not even gonna go. It's too....mainstream."

"God, you're such a scene kid."

"What can I say? I'm always gonna be emo at heart."

"Weirdo. A-"

"Says the one wearing a trenchcoat."

"As I was saying, hang out instead then?"

"Yeah, I'm down. Where?"

"I dunno. Not my house again. That was bad. How about yours?"

"Sure!"

"See you then!" Gerard pecked Frank's cheek gently, smiling and walking to his class, leaving Frank with the realization that he absolutely could not let Gerard see his house. His mother was a big fucking transphobic, who would call Frank Faith, and dear god, Frank's room was definitely not that of what a cis boy's would look like.

Well fuck.

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Luckily, when Gerard arrived at his house, Frank's mother wasn't home yet from work. He probably would've shot himself on the spot or something if she had been because he didn't know if he could handle Gerard hearing his mother call him she. Hopefully, Gerard could leave before she got home too. The tall, trench coat-wearing friend looked out of place, to say the least, standing outside of Frank's light green house, happily growing lawn full of flowers in pastel colors, and the equally happy-looking houses around. Frank only matched slightly, with his bright blue NASA hoodie, blue skinny jeans, and converse. Gerard stood out, and god, Frank loved it.

"Hey, hot stuff." Frank greeted, winking and stepping aside to allow Gerard in. He walked in, grimacing, and kicked off his combat boots, setting them gently on a mat by the door.

"Don't steal my line, dickhead."

"Jesus. Love you too, man."

"What happened to 'We're not even dating'?"

"I don't know. What happened to 'no homo'?"

"Please. I threw that shit out the window years ago."

"Well, in that case, let me show you to my room." Frank gestured to a staircase, Gerard raising an eyebrow at him as he walked up, Frank following him closely behind.

"So what, is this a Fifty Shades of-"

"NO! No. I was just gonna suggest we hang out in my room in case my Mom gets home. She's not exactly, the most...ugh. I don't wanna talk about it."

"Whatever, Frankie. We can hang out wherever you want." Gerard smiled back at Frank from the top of the stairs, a tiny hint of actual human emotions appearing on his face. He looked genuinely happy, and his tone was sweet, and holy fuck, Frank might just be in love. "But seriously, is this where your collection of sex toys is?"

"Gerard, what about my personality makes you think I have a collection of sex toys?"

"I dunno. 'Figured I'd ask."

Frank walked up to the room at the end of the hall, kicking open the door that tended to get stuck, and revealing the horrors that lie inside; the room of a teenage girl, which was inhabited by a teenage boy. Most of the things just screamed Frank, actually, like the mountains of clothes all over the place, the Green Day posters on the walls, the ridiculous amount of CDs falling off of shelves. Although, some things didn't match Frank, such as the oddly feminine teal wallpaper, the bureau with what appeared to be jewelry covering it, a few bras actually slung around on things, and a closet full of dresses. It was equally Frank and not Frank, which oddly worked for him.