Famous Last Words || FRERARD

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"I hate you!" Gerard exclaimed, Frank giggling as he attempted to pull a piece of gum off the end of his hair.

"You don't mean that." Frank replied, smirking at Gerard who just growled.

"Yes, I do. You ruined my hair!"

"Just cut it out. It isn't the end of the world, unless you're a disney princess."

"I AM A DISNEY PRINCESS!"

"Oh. I guess I'm straight then."

"You? Straight? That'll be the day I die."

"Calm down, drama queen."

"That's drama princess to you!""

"Whatever."

Giving up, Gerard simply sighed and pulled some scissors out of his bag, quickly swiping off some dried blood before Frank saw. He lined up the scissors lazily and chopped off the hair, feeling a piece of his heart die as he did. The chopped off piece fell into his eyes, covering one completely and looking incredibly out of place with just how short it was. "Jesus, now I look like an emo."

"Weren't you always an emo?"

"What happened to Disney Princess?"

Frank shrugged in response and Gerard sighed softly, playing with the piece of hair for a moment before letting it fall into his eyes

"I'm an emo Disney Princess now, I guess." Gerard paused, biting on his lip nervously for a moment before continuing. "Speaking of princess, wanna take this princess to prom?"

Frank didn't respond right away. Was Gerard serious? Like, actually serious? He didn't know, and there was still a voice at the back of his mind screaming 'THIS IS A SET UP', but he silenced the voice and went with the safe response; "Are you serious?"

"Yes. Why, i-is that a problem?"

"Nope. Just wanted to check. And your stutter is adorable, by the way."

"Shut...shut up."

"You'll have to make me." And Gerard did, silencing Frank with a kiss as Mikey gagged audibly, him and his...friend Pete being unlucky enough to be across from them as they sat on the patio. Unfortunately for Pete and Mikey, they would be seeing a lot more of that soon. Well, it's not like they don't do that too. Just...not in front of anyone else.

X O X O X O X O

Prom was supposed to be happy. Prom was supposed to be a part. Prom was supposed to be one of the best times of your life, but alas, today, Frank was sobbing. He was sobbing while staring at himself in the mirror, black satin hugging close to his body, covered by a sheer layer of tulle, which gave the garment volume and shape, as well as feminized it even more. Due to Frank's height, the front ended around his knees, while the longer back dusted the floor. It was a dress that he was wearing, and it was beautiful, all except for the fact that he was wearing it. And dear god, he wanted to rip it off. He wanted to scream and tear the fabric apart, thread by thread. He wanted to set fire to it, and let it melt off his bones with his skin. He wanted to rip off his skin, tainted by the dress, and just be nothing.

But of course, he couldn't do any of that, because his mother was standing right there, hands on his exposed shoulders with a smile on her face.

"You look beautiful, Faith." She commented, tears welling up in Frank's eyes and making his eyeliner run.

X O X O X O X O X O

"Hey Fr- oh my god." Gerard opened the door, red tie askew and black vest open, not yet covering his white dress shirt. Frank stood before him at his doorstep, eyeliner running down his cheeks and dress looking as unnatural on him as ever.

"H-Hi." Frank stuttered out, sniffling as Gerard wrapped his arms around the smaller, clearly uncomfortable boy.

"What are you doing in that? It looks terrible on you."

"I know, dumbass. My mother made me wear it." Gerard stepped back, taking a look at Frank's figure. The dress itself had an elastic ring around the midsection through the hips, allowing room for diverse body types (some women are thicc, and Frank may not be, but that's okay).

"Want me to wear it?"

"Sorry, what now?"

"I asked if you want me to wear it. It should fit me. You can wear my suit."

"You're not joking, right?"

"Nope."

"Then yes. Abso-fucking-lutely, yes."

Gerard motioned for Frank to enter the house and the two went upstairs, Frank waving at Mikey as they passed and slammed the door behind them. With a few makeup wipes, blushing and looking away and a few words of reassurance, the two were off on their way to the prom, Mikey walking closely behind. Frank looked snazzy in his tie and vest, everything a bit oversized; It didn't look bad, though. It looked surprisingly good. Mikey wore a similar outfit, only in blue with a suit jacket on. But Gerard, holy fuck. He was rocking the dress, the trench coat he usually wore over it, red eyeshadow and a matching ribbon adding a flash of color to the otherwise grieving outfit. He looked fucking hot, and Frank couldn't help but smile. They made it look so much better than he had, and they were actually enjoying it.

The trio had one stop to make before the prom, and Mikey diverged from the sidewalk once they arrived, the two stopping and waiting. He knocked on the door, and out came none other than Pete Wentz, grinning in a silver suit. He greeted Mikey with a kiss, Gerard making mock-gagging noises now and Frank snickering.

"Hey there, Mikeyway- Is Gerard wearing a dress?"

"Yup." Gerard answered, grinning proudly. It was that smile that could melt Frank's heart, and he knew it at that moment that goddamnit, he loved Gerard with all his heart. And he was the one Frank wanted to spend all his time with, to smile with and to kiss and to love. He wanted to be Gerard's boyfriend. Maybe tonight was a good time. For now, Frank was just focused on how fucking amazing Gerard's ass looked in that dress.

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