Frerard OneShots (finished)

XXIX - The World-Jumper [Part 1]

[This is gonna have more parts but i really wanna upload it so heres the first part ig. It also depends on how much you guys like it, maybe imma make a full story out of it. Anyway enjoú]

"Woah! Be careful!"

"Stay close!"

"I'm trying, you're just too reckless!" I complain, catching up to Gee and holding on tight onto his coat. We run down the street farther, not thinking about stopping and our heavy feet stomping on the concrete of the city I grew up in.

"Reckless is my middle name!"

I roll my eyes at that. "Stop lying! Your middle name is Arthur, not 'Reckless'!"

"Ready?" He shouts over the sound of bullets floating into our direction, ignoring my complaint entirely.

"More than ever!" I answer, now holding onto his coat with both my hands.

A wave washes over me and I feel the familiar tingling in my hands and the burning in my lungs. I fall forward but instead of hitting the pavement with my head, I roll over. My head starts feeling dizzy and before I know it, I lie on soft pillows. Letting out a sigh, I start to fall asleep with my face buried in the fluffy cushions.

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In the middle of the night--around 4 am--I woke up in a cold sweat. What was that noise? I was sure I had heard something that had made me wake up.

And then I heard it again. A loud thud. And another one.

Carefully, I stood up from my bed, sneaking over to the door and creaking it open. I spied into the hallway and when I didn't see anything, I rushed into the bathroom. Yanking open the drawer, I took a large pair of scissors out; ready to cut a bitch.

Slowly and silently, I stalked down the stairs. I heard faint cursing and someone stumbling around. How did they get into my house?

I rounded the corner, scissors raised over my head. When I saw someone on my kitchen floor, though, I stopped in my tracks.

The person was around my height--scratch that, I was at least five inches smaller--and his black locks looked fluffier than clouds. He had faint freckles on his pale skin and almost colorless lips. He stared at me with wide, terrified, light hazel eyes.

"Who are you?" I asked, scissors still in my hand and looking him up and down. Just then, I noticed that his leg was bleeding and a small puddle already formed on the floor.

"Of course, may I introduce myself?" He politely asked, standing up as if his leg wasn't staining my kitchen with his blood. "Name's Gerard, or Gee, twenty years old-"

"Twenty?" I asked, baffled--he looked so much older and on the other side younger at the same time. It was as if he was every age but not twenty. By that time, I had forgotten about my plan to stab him just seconds before and the scissors lazily hung in my hand.

"Yeah, I know, shouldn't be here..." he muttered, glancing to the side and scratching his neck.

"Wait, hold on, how did you get into my house?" I snarled, remembering the scissors and gripping them tighter in case he tried something.

"Must've jumped wrong, I knew the damn portal is broken," he cursed, "anyway, I'm sorry about waking you up, Earthling, but-" he cut himself off when a beeping sound echoed through the room and he took a pocket watch out.

"Earthling?" I repeated, raising an eyebrow.

"I'm sorry, I don't have time to explain!" He frowned, backing away and talking faster than before. It confused me.