Pink Kitty Knee Highs [FRERARD]

Why do people think I'm weird?

Frank's POV
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I slid on my soft kitty knee highs and got up to look in the mirror. I smiled and twirled. I was wearing pink shorts, kitty knee highs, some nice black converse, a kitty t-shirt, and a hair pin. I looked adorable. I wish I had a daddy who would tell me that... But people think I'm weird for some reason. I don't understand, is there something wrong with me?

People always stare in disbelief when they see me. My best friend, Mikey, told me that they're jealous that I'm so pretty. I believe almost everything Mikey says, Mikey is so caring and nurturing. I ruffled my hair and ran down the stairs to reach my front door. I stepped outside into the drizzle of rain. Fog levitated above the ground. I started walking down the sidewalk and finally made it to Mikey's house. I knocked softly and waited 5 seconds. 

"1.... 2.... 3.... 4.... 5," I mumbled and knocked again. The door swung open and I was face to face with a boy that had black greasy hair, an Iron maiden shirt, black ripped skinny jeans, and eyeliner ringing his eyes. "Can I help you?" The boy asked. Did Mikey get a boyfriend? Will he still be able to play with me if he has a boyfriend?! 

My breathing got heavier. "Uhm.. is M-Mikey here?" I asked softly. The boy was looking at my shorts and kitty knee highs.

"Yeah, wait are you Frankie?" The boy asked. I nodded and a smile tugged at his chapped lips.

"He's in his room, I'm his brother Gerard," The boy, Gerard, said with a soft smile. Oh thank God! 

I couldn't bare having to share Mikey with someone else. He's my best friend and almost like my Caregiver.

"Hey sweetie, you okay? You look slightly scared," Gerard said.

"Mhm, 'M ok," I mumbled.

"If you need anything just tell me," Gerard said as he moved from the door and walked to the living room. I closed the door and ran up to Mikey's room. I knocked softly.

The door opened to reveal my best friend, Mikey.

"Hey Frankie," He said as he bent down to give me a hug. Why is everyone so much taller than me? I mean I know I'm a little, but that doesn't mean I have to be small!

"Hi, Mikey," I said. I made my way over to his bed to sit down. 

"Hey, Frankie, I got you something," Mikey said as he walked over to his desk. He picked up a bag that said "Hot Topic"

"Oooo, Gimme!" I said while making grabby hands. I giggled.

"What's the magic word?" Mikey asked. 

"Pleaseee?" I asked, stretching out the word. He handed me the bag and I peeked inside. There was a pink skirt and fishnets. I gasped.

"Mikey, can I try these on?" I asked. He nodded and smiled. I hopped off the bed and he sat down. I took off my shoes and pulled down my shorts. He respected my privacy and covered his eyes. I slid on the fishnets then the skirt.

"How do I look?" I asked. He uncovered his eyes and smiled.

"Beautiful like always," He said with a toothy smile. I giggled and did a twirl. 

When I finished checking out my outfit, Gerard walked in. "Hey, can I ha--" He stopped midway through the sentence and his eyes fell onto my skirt. 

~Gerard's POV~

"Hey, can I ha-" My eyes fell onto Frank's skirt and I stopped talking. He looked at me with big innocent hazel eyes. Mikey shot me a dirty look. One that somewhat said 'Stop looking at him like that'. I had to keep my eyes on the skirt. It looked adorable on him.

"What?" Frank asked as he bit his lip nervously. I ran a hand through my hair.

"Can I hang with you two?" I asked with a small smile. Mikey was smiling before I stopped talking.... now he has a poker face on.

"Sure! We can play with my stuffies that I keep over here!" Frank exclaimed with a big smile. Oh my God... he's so pure and adorable...