Going away- Frerard (reupload)

Chapter five

When Frank suggested that Charlie put Gerard to work, he had not anticipated that he would be the one to train him. He just wanted to piss Gerard off and to spend as little time with him as possible, but as it turned out, he was practically babysitting.

"So do I push this button first or this one?" The older boy asked, pressing random buttons on the register.

"God damn it, Gerard I already told you how to do it, like, ten times now. You have to... you know what, forget it. I'll find something easier." He grabbed Gerard's arm and dragged him to the back of the store and into the stock room, letting an older red headed woman take over the register.

"Frankie, how many times do I have to tell you, no sex at work? Jeez, you just can't keep your hands off me, can you?" Gerard teased.

Frank dropped his arm, wiped his hands on his black store apron, and picked up a box, "Shut up. And stop calling me that or I swear you'll die via a can of corn to the head. Don't think I can't make it look like an accident." Gerard would have laughed at that if Frank hadn't sounded serious.

"Make yourself useful and grab that box." Frank told him.

Gerard bent down and picked up the box by his feet and followed Frank back out of the dark room. They stopped down an isle of canned foods and set the boxes on the ground by their feet.

"You know I'm not too sure I feel safe in this isle with you after what you said back there." Gerard said, pointing with his thumb over his shoulder.

Frank shot him a glare and started stocking the cans, silently, and Gerard followed his lead.

After a few minutes of quiet stocking, Gerard started getting bored. He watched out of the corner of his eye as Frank bent down to grab another can out of the box and as he started to stand back up, Gerard bumped his hip into Frank's, causing the can he was gripping to drop on the floor and roll.

"Gerard, I swear I'm going to just..." He made a twisting motion with his fists and Gerard just smirked.

As he bent down to pick up the dropped can, the older boy reached over and grabbed a handful of Frank's ass cheek, hopping back as Frank jumped up quickly, can in hand.

"Hey! What the.. Oh I just wanna beat you!" He drew his arm back, ready to throw, making Gerard flinch and block his face with his arm.

"Frank?" Came a voice from behind him. He looked over his shoulder, still positioned to chuck his "weapon" at the cowering Gerard.

"Quinn!" He screeched, dropping the can again and running over to the blonde boy, jumping into his arms and wrapping his legs tightly around his waist. Gerard felt a pang of jealousy but he went back to stocking to make it look like he wasn't eavesdropping.

"God I've missed you so much! I'm so glad you're back!"

"Me too." Quinn said, placing Frank back down on the floor. "I'm so done with family vacations for the rest of my life, I swear. I got back last week but the rents' wouldn't let me do anything because they said they wanted to spend some family time with me at home before they leave on business, again."

"When are they leaving?" Frank asked, straightening his apron.

"Tomorrow morning, so you know what that means." Quinn grinned.

"Party time." Frank said.

"Indeed, tomorrow night. You gonna be there?"

"Um, duh." Frank laughed. "Like I'd miss a chance to hang out with my favorite person in the whole universe." He joked, pinching Quinn's cheeks playfully.

It was then that he noticed the boy behind them that was still stocking cans and secretly listening to their conversation. Quinn scanned his eyes over his body, checking him out.

"Who's that?" He asked, nodding over Frank's shoulder.

Frank made a face and rolled his eyes. "The devil. Charlie's grandson. He's staying with us for awhile because he got into some trouble at home, but I'm beginning to think it's me they're punishing."

"Are you blind? He's fucking hot." Quinn said a little too loudly. Gerard turned his head so they couldn't see him holding in his laughter.

"He's an imbecile." Frank insisted. Gerard rolled his eyes to himself.

Quinn shook his head and walked around Frank towards the other boy.

"Hi!" Gerard stopped putting things on the shelf and looked at the skinny blonde kid walking towards him.

"Hello." He replied, giving Quinn a sugary sweet smile.

"I'm Quinn, Frank's best friend."

"I'm Gerard, Frank hates me." He said shaking Quinn's soft hand.

Quinn giggled, "I can't see why, you're just too adorable, if I didn't already have a boyfriend, I'd be all over you."

"Well, if you change your mind you know where to find me." He flirted back, shamelessly.

Frank stood behind Quinn scowling at Gerard. "Okay Quinny, we need to get back to work."

"Alright, well I'll see you at the party tomorrow. Are you going to come, too?" He asked Gerard. He looked over Quinn's shoulder at the other dark haired boy, who was giving him an I-don't-fucking-think-so look.

He smiled sweetly at Quinn again, "Are you inviting me?" He asked as he leaned on the shelf in a flirty manner.

"Of course!"

"Alright then I guess I'll see you there."

Quinn smiled and turned to Frank, walking over and hugging him.

"I see you later. Now get back to work. I'm not paying you to stand around and look pretty." He joked, giving Frank a smack on the behind as he walked away.

As soon as he was out of sight Frank turned back to Gerard. His smile immediately turned back into that scowl that seemed to be reserved especially for him.

"What was that?!" He demanded.

"What was what?" Gerard asked, innocently.

"You flirting with my best friend, that's bullshit!"

Gerard smirked and started stocking food again.

"Jealous much, Frankie doodle?"

"I swear on my life Gerard, if you don't stop calling me that, you're not going to make it home alive. And for your information, theirs is no way I'm jealous. Quinn is my best friend and I don't want a scum bag like you messing with him."

"Whatever... Frankie."

Frank angrily picked up another can and pulled back to throw again, but this time he was interrupted by Charlie, "Frank, don't throw the merchandise." He said casually, without taking his eyes off his clipboard as he continued walking through the isle.

He lowered the can, "I'm going to go work on cereal, let me know when you're done so I can give you something else to do." He said before walking down the isle.

"Hey Frank!" He called.

Frank stopped at the end of the isle and turned around, "What now?"

Gerard grinned, "Nothing. I just wanted to tell you that you're cuter when you smile."

Frank gave him the finger and walked away.