Famous Last Words || FRERARD

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(A/N)
Hey yo there's smut in this chapter (are you guys finally happy? (Jk ILY'all)) I have it marked where so you can just skip to the next chapter if you don't wanna read it. Or if you do, I apologize, since it isn't really descriptive or anything. I'm really.......asexual. So. Yeah. This isn't something I was writing from experience or any emotions or anything like that. It was just words, unlike the rest of the story, so sorry if it sucks (like Gerard ;) ) JK enjoy <3

Frank walked into school that morning, a mission in his heart and ass on his mind. Wait, no. An ass on his mind, Gerard being that ass. Gerard may be an ass, but that ass was also his boyfriend who he'd missed a stupid amount and he needed back. All these ass politics were distracting Frank, enough so that he plowed right into two kids. All three of them fell over, Frank's hands breaking his fall, but making his wrists hurt like hell. The other two tumbled to the ground, one sitting up promptly and helping the other up. Frank instantly recognized the bright red beanie the the bright red hair instantly, and he cleared his throat, adjusting the hood on his hoodie.

"Sorry about that, Tyler and Josh."

"Don't worry about it." Tyler said with a smile, Josh rolling his eyes.

"Watch where you're going."

"Josh! Don't be rude!"

"I really wasn't watching where I was going. Sorry again." Frank apologized, twisting the skin on his pointer finger in a fidgety manner.

"Josh is just grumpy. He's not usually this rude."

"I'm right here, Ty."

"I know, Joshy." Frank got the feeling he was intruding on something, so he gave them a quick wave and walked away. It didn't take long for him to spot the famous trench coat he'd grown to adore; Everyone wore bright colors constantly, so Gerard was easy to find in a crowd.

"GERARD!" Frank screamed through the hallway, through the countless voices trying to drown him out. The crowd quickly fell silent, and Gerard turned to face him, the dark and smudgy-outlined, hazel eyes meeting Frank's from across the hall.

"Fra-" Frank ran over and practically tackled Gerard, pressing his lips to the other's, and Gerard reciprocating the kiss. The frozen crowd seemed to un-pause itself, and everyone began moving again, seemingly forgetting the couple. Gerard broke the kiss for a moment to breathe, Frank smirking at him as he did so; Curse Gerard's tiny lungs. "Frank, what the hell?"

"I fucking missed you."

"Yeah, me too."

"I know." Frank paused and took a step back, looking Gerard up and down. "Are you wearing a skirt?"

"Yeah. I stole it from the nurse's office."

"It looks fuckin' hot, I'll tell you that." Gerard blushed at that and Frank took his hand, leading him down the halls. He ducked into the art room, empty this early in the morning, and he flicked on the lights, Gerard letting go of Frank's hand and jumping up to sit on one of the tables. Frank walked over and stood in front of Gerard, looking up at the other for a moment before gently rolling his sleeves up. Frank ran his fingers over the white, thick bandages gently, keeping his eyes glued to them as he asked "You've disinfected them, right?"

"Yeah, I made sure to."

Frank leaned over and gently brushed his lips across the top of Gerard's wrist, kissing it as gently as he could. Gerard winced a bit even then, and Frank noticed, promptly flipping Gerard's arm over and kissing his hand instead.

"Gerard, why?"

"H-H...what?"

"Why'd you do it?"