I'd end my days with you / Frerard

Day 4, October 8th

It was only the third day of the trip and Gerard and Frank had managed to cross off 9 states and going onto a tenth; Michigan.

 After waking up in a bundle of sheets and in Frank's arms (making Gerard extremely embarrassed as he practically threw himself off of Frank and to the opposite end of the back of the car) they set off to Michigan with tired eyes and bright smiles, especially after last nights date. Gerard couldn't explain how happy Frank had made him last night, his heart was still swelling in his chest and it felt like it was going to pop any minute, especially when Frank smiled at him like he was looking at beauty only stories could tell. 

Wanting to discretely pay him back, Gerard decided to give Frank a surprise once they reached Michigan, one that tailored to his bucket list; getting the word Halloween tattooed on his fingers. However, the legal age was only 18 and Frank was just shy of the age; but Gerard was hoping that because of the near-death circumstances they were all facing, the tattoo artist would be okay to give Frank a tattooed, considering he was only a couple weeks shy of 18.

Currently, they were driving in mostly silence with just the crackle of the radio to keep them company; that was until Frank shrieked and turned the radio up full volume, "OH MY GOD I LOVE THIS SONG!"

Gerard listened to the opening of the song and was shocked to hear 'baby one more time' by Britney Spears. "Britney Spears? Seriously Frank?" He chuckled, shaking his head as his boyfriend started to sing the opening lines. "Oh god, I have to endure five a half hours of this horror."

"Oh shut up Geebear," Frank giggled, "my loneliness is killing me!" He put a hand to his chest, "and I must confess I still believe!"

"No."

"No?"

"Stop singing Britney."

Frank dramatically gasped, "me? Stop singing Britney? Never!"

Gerard just sighed and banged his head repeatedly on the steering wheel, making Frank laugh and sing even louder. He could admit, his boyfriend did have a good voice, but Britney Spear's wasn't exactly Gerard's favourite artist. Frank suddenly gasped, "do you know what we should do?!"

"What?"

"Go swimming in Michigan river!"

"You realise it's autumn right, and we didn't exactly bring bathers, Frankie." Gerard stole a glance at Frank to see him grinning mischievously.

"Two words; skinny dipping."

Gerard slammed the brakes on, "excuse me?"

Frank looked behind them, "Gee, you're lucky no one was behind us."

"Skinny dipping?!"

Frank rolled his eyes, "yes, skinny dipping. Now start driving before someone rear-ends us and we die." Gerard begrudgingly started up the car again. "And besides Gee, it's not like we haven't seen each other naked before."

"We were seven, I don't think that counts."

Frank shrugged, "okay fine. Well, it's not like I won't see you naked eventually."

Gerard raised an eyebrow, "what's that supposed to mean?"

"We gotta complete that point in your bucket list," Frank smirked, wiggling his eyebrows in the process.

"W-what?" Gerard spluttered out, turning to quickly glance at Frank before looking back at the road. "We've only been dating for like a day and you're already talking about sex?!"

"Gee, calm down. First off, we have known each other for years so it's not like we just met and stuff. Second off, it's just a suggestion, we can move at whatever pace you set." Frank smiled sweetly, moving his hand to rest on Gerard's that was clutching the gear stick firmly. Gerard just nodded and turned the radio on, tuning into the news.