Famous Last Words || FRERARD

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By the time they arrived, the party had already started. Pete made a dive directly for the punch, knowing it would be spiked, and Mikey ran after him shouting curses over the pounding music. The two star-crossed best friends only laughed and waded through the crowds, pushing through all the students attempting to grind on each other. Teenagers; the nastiest, loudest, scariest generation on this earth. The two of them held each other's hand and essentially sprinted to the back wall, laughing the whole time.

"Jesus fuck!" Frank yelled over the beat, Gerard still laughing, well more like cackling at this point.

"Oh my god. What the fuck even is this?"

"I have no idea. I've never even heard this song before." Frank listened for a moment, trying to piece the words together. Something about horses and hotel rooms; you know, weird-ass shit. "Sounds fucking terrible."

"Isn't that what prom is, though? Shitty music, spiked punch and grinding."

"Amen."

"Wait does that mea-"

"No, you can't fucking grind on me, weirdo."

"Just checking." Gerard punctuated his sentence with a wink, making Frank blush a little bit. In an attempt to get the focus off himself, he gazed over to the punch bowl and covered his mouth in an attempt not to outright cackle. Brendon Urie, the most flamboyant pansexual in the grade was standing over the punch, flask in hand and pan pride flag draped over his shoulders. He was currently dumping the clear liquid into the drink, a boy who Frank recognized as Ryan (who Gerard recognized as the kid he'd doodled all over during detention) currently trying to stop him. Ryan himself had a rainbow tie on and a rainbow painted onto his cheek, but that was about as flamboyant as he got. The two were an unlikely match, but when Ryan pressed his lips to Brendon, he dropped the flask and gave all his attention to Ryan, gently cupping his cheeks as they showed each other their love; Frank knew they were right for each other then and there. The moment was quickly spoiled by two classmates, Josh and Tyler as Frank presumed, who fell over on top of the two. What a time to be alive.

When Frank turned back to Gerard, the other had started swaying a bit to the beat, the dress swishing around his thighs ever so slightly. It had come up to Frank's knees, and the height difference between the two had quite an effect on where the dress landed, but Gerard didn't seem to mind. In fact, he almost looked like he was having a good time. Gerard stopped, however, when he saw Frank staring.

"What? It's kind of a good beat." Frank smiled at that, walking over and taking Gerard's hand in his, spinning the other around. The two shared a few giggles as they continued to dance. They looked like total dorks, of course, but they were dorks together. Song after song passed by, people left, someone tore the disco ball down by hanging on it, but they still danced together, forgetting the world around them as they just had fun. Like normal teenagers. And in that moment, they felt normal, even though the hem of Gerard's dress kept flashing the bottom of his boxers and Frank's chest was slightly fuller than usual. The two of them danced in their organized chaos, reveling in the world falling apart around them. They were demolition lovers, and they planned on dancing until the world burned. Well, they had to stop eventually, since Frank's lungs were unhappy at the end of the fifth song. It just so happened to be a slow song that came on. Gerard grinned like an idiot, pointing up to the ceiling while Frank just rolled his eyes.

"No."

"Yes."

"No."

"Yessss."

"Maybe."

"No."

"Yes. WAIT. SHIT. GERARD-" Gerard snickered, pulling Frank close to his chest as the other grumbled swears in a language didn't recognize.