Self-Aware (Frerard)

Is That So?

"Please don't try to kiss me
On the sidewalk
On your cigarette break
I can't afford to love someone
Who isn't dying by mistake in Silver Lake"

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Frank helped me set up the camera and lighting for the video (we used hella lamps). He helped me out with my makeup and fashion choices. He ended up dressing me in a Nirvana shirt and a black cardigan with black skinny jeans and converse. I rolled my eyes when I saw myself in the mirror. Frank giggled and hid his face in his hands, visibly bubbly.

"Frankie, I look like I belong in a Hot Topic," I deadpanned, looking at him with authoritative and intense gaze. Frankie grinned and looked up at me.

"B-b-but you looks so pretty!" He pouted.

"I look like I'm stuck in 2007," I glared at him. "I look like a 13-year-old girl who's still crying over Panic! At The Disco losing band members."

Frank gasped. "We DO NOT speak of that!" He whimpered.

I rolled my eyes again before petting his head. "Fine, I'm wearing this outfit, but if the comments say that I look like an emo girl, I'm gonna spanking you with the riding crop."

My pet rolled his beautiful hazel eyes. "Fine," he pouted. I chuckled and leaned down to kiss him softly.

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"Hello, beautiful people!" I beamed into the camera in front of us. We sat on the bed and the camera sat on the stand. It faced us as we smiled into the camera.

Frank wore his leather jacket and grey tee. He had baggy ripped jeans on and he looked quite dominant right next to me. Oh, how wrong that sentence was.

"I'm Gee, and this is my face!" I grinned before giggling uncontrollably. Frank held my hand and covered his mouth with his other hand, trying to stifle his giggles.

"A-and I'm Frankie, his boyfriend!" Frankie beamed up at the camera.

"And this is...a video," I said, looking over the flashcards, "A-and I have questions that I have to answer about myself...Frank wrapped a hand around my waist. I smiled and snuggled close to him.

"Okies, first question-how old am I?" I read from the card, "I'm twenty-three...and Frankie over here is twenty-one." Frank blushed and hugged me closer.

"Um, okay-uh-, why did I decide to make this type of content...?" I bit my lip, "Um, I just really love addressing drama."

"But you'd never say your own drama," Frank whispered in my ear.

"Frank," I pouted, "Shush."

I read form the next card, "Am I dating anybody? Yes. He is right next to me and is in a really cool band called 'Frnkiero andthe celebration' and is being a little dipshit right now," Frank smacked my mouth. I gasped softly and looked at him with wide eyes.

See, if we were all alone with no camera, I would've pinned little Frankie to the bed and tied his hands together, whipped him until he was crying, and rode his face.

But I can't because there's a camera right in front of us. That little shit-

"Frankie, you bitch!" I grinned, sitting on his lap. Frank smirked at me, that fucker knows what he's doing.

"I hope you know there's gonna be consequences for what you just did," I whispered in his ear.

"Color me stoked," he whispered back at me.

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