Frerard Stories

Make Out With Me

{Let me continue innocent, pastel, cute Frank and emo, fuckboi Gerard}

"Come on Frankie, it'll be funny. Please."

Gerard nudged Frank's shoulder and whined. Frank was stubborn but Gerard was not afraid to give him the puppy dog eyes if he had to.

"No, Gerard, 'M not going to a party with ya." Frank crossed his arms.

They were in English class and somehow the teacher managed to fall asleep on his desk so everyone was doing whatever they wanted, as long as they were really quiet. Imagine the face when he wake up and realize a whole hour had passed and no one has done their work.

Frank turned to the taller boy.

"Especially not as your boyfriend."

"Please." Gerard pleaded again.

"No. Why d'you even need a boyfriend for a night?"

"'Cause, I've already told you, there's this chick named Liz... Or was it Liza? Anyways, a girl with black hair and red lipstick who follows me everywhere and has a crush on me. She also thinks that I like her too."

Frank didn't believe him. He had never seen the girl and especially not in Gerard's company.

"You're lying."

Gerard raised his eyebrows and sighed.

"No, I'm not. Why don't you wanna be my boyfriend, just for one night? We can say that it didn't work out when the morning comes."

"'Cause 'm not gay."

"Maybe. But that's because you've never had a good fuck with a guy. But haven't had a good fuck with anyone so..."

Gerard winked. Somehow sex seemed to be the only thing that was on his mind. And the only thing the virgin didn't want to think about.

"Thank you for reminding me." Frank muttered and looked down at the bench.

"Hey." Gerard put his arm around the smaller boy. "I've offered to help you with that multiple times but you've never wanted to."

"That's because I'm not gay. Unlike you."

"Was that an insult?" Gerard acted offended. "Did ya use my sexuality as an insult?"

The amount of sass was almost unbearable.

"No, not at all." Frank smirked and Gerard looked at him in disbelief.

"Fine." Gerard quickly let go of the sassy attitude and changed the topic. "So, what do you say? Boyfriends?"

"I can go to the damn party with you. But I'm not sure about the boyfriend part." Frank sighed.

The bell rang too late this time. If it had been two minutes earlier, Frank wouldn't have agreed to go to a party he didn't want to go to.

"Great. I'll pick you up at seven, babe."

Gerard leaned in and pecked Franks cheek.

Let me say it again, GERARD LeAnEd In AnD PeCkEd FRANK'S CHEEK

And then he ran out of the classroom as Frank's face slowly turned red.

At 6.54 Gerard's car stopped outside Franks house. Frank admired Gerard's effort in getting this right. He would be a nice real boyfriend, if anyone wanted him. He couldn't see why Gerard didn't already have a boyfriend. He was a genuinely nice guy and great boyfriend material, always on time and making sure that his friends really know how much they matter. He would compliment Frank quite often. Whether it was a look he had or something funny he said, Gerard would notice and tell him about it.