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Gerard's a Disaster

A/N REALLY SHORT UPDATE, NEXT WILL BE BETTER I PROMISE.

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Frank was in Gerard's clothing, all baggy and draped over his limbs, and fringe covering half his face. He looked up at the seventeen year old and bared all pearly teeth in a huge grin. "How do I look?" He was smiling so big that his nose was wrinkled and eyes all squinty.

NOT CUTE, Gerard thought to himself, letting out a small whimper. BUT FUCKING ADORABLE.

"Good!" He says too quickly. He could feel his neck beginning to blotch with red, holy fuck. Frank looked so fucking delicious, Gerard literally wanted to- that's the thing! He doesn't fucking know. He has this mosh pit of emotions in the pool of his stomach and he doesn't know how to feel. One part of him wanted to kiss all over the short boy's face and one part wanted to put him in a headlock and act like best friends should act. So, okay, maybe Gerard had a small... infatuation with Frank. Not that he was gay. Maybe a bit bi? Well, everyone's a little bi. "Really good! Like, uber rad."

Overkill. Gerard is almost as red as Frank. "Thanks, Gee!" The fifteen year old quickly wraps his arms around the taller boy's shoulders, giving a tight hug. Gerard freezes.

Shit fucking Christ almighty fucking holy hell. Balls. Gerard's literally frozen, face blank and afraid. If he were to see himself from a different perspective or if he was a different person in this situation, he would've laughed. He would've fucking laughed in his own face and may have fallen to the ground, just a bit. Gerard couldn't have been fucking gladder when Frank let go of him.

But he held on a bit longer. He backed up, arms still around his neck. Frank was smiling shyly, but it turns sour when he looks at Gerard. The middle of his eyebrows scrunches up self-consciously. "What's wrong?"

I wanna kiss you, that's what is wrong.

"Nothing!" Gerard gives an awkward smile. It's all crooked in the corners, but he tried. Frank doesn't look convinced but he giggles anyways, letting go of the bigger one and jumping on to the bed. Gerard doesn't even want to acknowledge the weird sensation creeping down into his stomach. He just shrugs his shoulders at the feeling in his body and places himself beside Frank on the bed.

"Wanna watch Blade Runner?' Gerard asks, and Frank's eyes light up like a Christmas tree.

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4:39 A.M.

Gerard doesn't know how it happened but Frank, his tiny legs, and locks of his freshly-dyed hair tangled against his body. They were totally spooning. Frank was in front of him, leaning against Gerard's chest under blankets. Gerard was in and out of watching the movie- now it was Saw IV- and playing with the younger boy's new hair. Frank looks over at Gerard with bloodshot eyes.

"Dude, I'm totally going to pass out."

Gerard bites his lip, fatigue taking him over. "Dude, I totally mad that you lost your virginity to some shit head."

Frank gives him the craziest look like Gerard had three heads. "What?"

Gerard rubs his groggy eyes and thinks of a way to explain, but his head was too jumbled and that late night headache was starting to set in. "Ah, I just think you didn't deserve that. It should've been special."

"Oh," Was all Frank said. He makes another noise other than the soft sounds of his breathing. Gerard just assumed the younger one fell asleep.

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They sleep until noon the next day. Well, Frank sleeps until then, but Gerard never got much shut-eye. He was thinking, then sleeping, then thinking. He's never thought this much in his seventeen years of life. He's just so utterly confused that his brain hurts.

When Frank does wake up, he giggles and begs Gerard to let them stay in bed just for a little while longer to watch the weekend morning cartoons. Gerard laughs back, agreeing to just one episode of looney toons. It's peaceful and silly, and Gerard doesn't actually think about anything. He just watches Wile E. Coyote chase around Road Runner.

When the shows over, Frank and Gerard finally immerge downstairs for breakfast. One of them was wearing a deeper frown than the other, Frank still mad that they couldn't watch more cartoons. Gerard didn't even notice over his splitting headache, popping an Aspirin and settling down at the kitchen table with a cup of coffee. Gerard's dad had made them some breakfast, wrapped up in tinfoil on the island in the kitchen. Gerard smiled because this means no cooking and no mess.

"We should go out, like to the mall," Frank says with a mouthful of pancakes stuffed in his mouth. "We could bring, like, Mikey and Ray too. But Bob's back in Chicago for some family shit."

Gerard sips his coffee and contemplates the idea. He even completely forgot about Mikey being at his dad's because he's always cooped up in his room. Ray would have to drive a long way though, but I don't think he'd mind. It's been a while since they went to the mall. It wasn't that awful of an idea.

"Yeah, that sounds awesome." Gerard puts on a smile. Frank matches him, but ten times bigger.

"Great!" He exclaims. "I'll text Ray, you go get your brother."