Famous Last Words || FRERARD

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Seeing as Gerard absolutely hated hanging out at his house, and the two weren't exactly supposed to be hanging out according to Frank's mother, the two had to find alternative places to be together. Their parents worked all day, and sometimes into the night, and didn't exactly care immensely if their children were around, so the two took that opportunity to make the most of every minute they could together. Seeing as they both enjoyed horror movies, the dark, and spending time with each other (minimal law breaking not required, but welcomed), sneaking into an outdoor movie showing was the perfect outing for the two tonight.

"You got the blanket?"

"Yup!"

"Snacks?"

"Bitch, please. Of course I brought snacks. I brought only the finest poor-as-fuck cuisine, which pretty much is Ritz crackers and pop tarts."

"I love you so much."

"Love you too, Frankie." Gerard bent over and rubbed his nose against Frank's, a form of a kiss they often shared as opposed to actually pressing their lips together. It was more subtle than a full-on kiss, yet more meaningful as well. It was a small gesture they shared with each other and no one else, as opposed to a kiss Frank was forced to give his mother every day, or Gerard holding his father's hand at the prayer before dinner. They showed each other love in many ways, sure, but this one was their favorite. It had been an accident originally, but it had blossomed into something beautiful.

"I brought money for drinks, but I'm probably just gonna steal shit."

"Frankie? Stealing? My goodness, I've been rubbing off on you!"

"Oh shut it, asshole."

"That's got to be my favorite nickname you've given me."

"Asshole? Why, because you lo-"

"Making sex jokes too? What have you become, Frank?"

"Your boyfriend, mainly."

"Oh yeah. Right." Gerard giggled and Frank rolled his eyes, although a smirk was present on his face. The two often had interactions like this, and they wouldn't trade these for the world. It was their own little peace they'd created, with eskimo kisses and giggles-a-plenty, away from hateful parents and pressures of the world around.

The sun had fallen and the moon was rising, shining brightly even though it would remember to fall only a short while later. The two scurried over to the baseball field over at the elementary school, the movie already flickering to life. There was a big, hanging, white sheet strung between two trees and countless blankets lined up in front of it, people getting comfortable as the title appeared on the screen. The movie was Friday the Thirteenth, not the stupid new one, but the good, classic one from 1980. Frank always hated remakes, and even though Gerard usually didn't mind, he could agree the original was the best, no matter how cheesy and fake it looked at times.

Gerard spread out the blanket hastily and set down his backpack, producing snacks from it quickly as Frank plopped down on the ground. He tucked his arms behind his head, making himself comfortable as Gerard curled up partially on top of Frank, the box of crackers and poptarts resting on Gerard's stomach. Frank had made the mistake of wearing short sleeves, which proved to not be helpful in the slightest as the cold began to set in. He shuddered, and Gerard sat up, removing his trench coat and covering the two of them with it as a blanket while screams sounded from the projector.

"You're really warm."

"Quit squirming! You're crushing me!"

"Oh... sorry."

"No, no. It's fine. I'm just joking. You're not actually heavy, don't worry."

"You're sure?"

"Mhm. Don't worry, Gee."