WARNING(S): Weed, physical fighting
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•23rd August
After the day had finished, Gerard had walked to Ray's to pick up in his car. Finally. Their schedules hadn't been adding up all week and this was finally his chance to stop taking the bus. He knocked at the door, expecting to see Ray's beaming smile back at him, yet, when the door was opened her looked incredibly tired and unhappy. Gerard guessed he was just hungover.
"Hey, Mr Sunshine, what's your problem?" Gerard said in an amused tone, deliberately making Ray all the more annoyed, the tall man hit his head hard onto the doorframe and let out a loud, frustrated noise, startling Gerard's unexpecting ears.
He wasn't quite hoping for that reaction.
"Don't start, not today, G," He mumbled, "I've been up all fuckin' night trying to find your stupid car because your brother parked it somewhere while drunk and neither of us remember where the fuck it is. He huffed, Gerard opened his mouth to say something, but he was in too much shock for the words to come out.
Mikey fucking lost his car? And lied about it? The red head began to shake with anger, he hated being lied to... especially off of the people he trusted most. Mikey was gonna be in serious shit when they both got home, maybe even a childish "I'll tell mom" on the side.
Gerard has stormed off from Ray's in a fit of anger. He asked the curly haired man not to mention he had come by until later on.
He had no car, a flimsy jacket and a bad attitude. Not exactly how he thought he would end his day when he woke up. Could his day even get much worse?
He received a quick answer, of course; which happened to be a 'yes', much to Gerard's distain. Rain started to fall down heavily from the sky, drenching him through his clothes within a few minutes. It also didn't help Ray lived at least an hour's walk from his own home, so there was no way he was getting dry anytime soon.
His train of thought was interrupted by a loud, cheery voice. A voice he had come to remember so well within the last few days. Frank's voice.
He looked up and saw him standing in the rain with nothing but a sweater and jeans on, his hands in his pockets as he rocked on his heels and conversed with an older woman at the door. He could see Miles faintly behind the woman's legs as he approached.
"Alright, thank you for this, Ma. You be good, Skunk. I love you both and tell Pops I said hi when he gets back." The tattooed man said, waving goodbye and beginning to turn around.
"Will do, Paco! Love you." The lady said, shutting the door loudly.
Frank then began trotting down the street to his car, shaking his hair like a wet dog. Gerard cast his eyes down in hopes the short man wouldn't notice him. Apparently the vibrant red hair caught his attention, however. He saw Frank come to a halt and stare at him in shock, like the pale man shouldn't be there. He then approached Gerard hesitantly, like he was some sort of wild animal.
"Hey." The pretty man greeted first for once,
"Hey." Frank replied, clearly very confused.
"It probably looks like I'm stalking you. I promise I'm not." He mumbled, tucking some sodding hair behind his ear, looking down at his squelching feet.
"I doubt that. The fuck are you doing on this side of town for?" The short man asked, tilting his head slightly,
"Tried to get my car back. It didn't go to plan." He sighed, not wanting to take his bad mood out on a random acquaintance he had made.
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Sweetheart Disasters
Fanfiction*Frerard* ((ON HOLD FOR A LITTLE)) 2011DD!Gerard 2014!Frank Gerard and Frank were once chaotic teenagers messing around together at band camp. They then never saw each other again for years. Miles ends up in Gerard's preschool class and gets a surp...
