We'll Meet Again (Frerard)

Na Na Na (Na Na Na Na Na Na Na Na Na)

Chapter Eleven:

Na Na Na (Na Na Na Na Na Na Na Na Na)

Frank and I walked down the street under orange twinkling lights. Little kids dressed as kittens, zombies, and a surprising amount of traditional sheet ghosts ran from the protection of their parents' legs and up to doors to get their free candy.

Frank laced his fingers in mine and sighed, "Do you think we'll ever have a kid someday?" He looked up at me.

I choked a little. A kid? Frank wants a kid with me? Does that mean he wants to marry me? Nah, that can't be... Could it?

"Uh, well, yeah. I mean, why not?"

He looked back down and leaned against me a little, "I'd really like that Gee. A little boy and a little girl, and they'd be ours. They could rock out to the Misfits with us and we could teach them to play instruments like little rock gods."

I smiled. That actually doesn't sound bad at all.

"Yeah, let's do that."

We walked around for almost an hour before Frank yawned and suggested we go back home. His fake blood dried to his face and my own and our feet were getting tired. On our way back, I noticed a pair of men that were dressed suspiciously as CIA agents handing out candy to the last few children. I didn't really worry about them.

Mikey was asleep on the couch so I kicked him in the side.

"Hey, I thought you and Ray had a party to go to at ten."

"Huh? Oh. Oh shit. What time is it?" He rubbed his eyes and grabbed his glasses off the table.

Frank tapped his watch, "It's nine forty-five."

"Shit. He's supposed to be here no-" the doorbell rang and Mikey jumped over the couch and ran into his room, "Shit, get that please!"

I shook my head and smiled. Mikey sure was forgetful. I opened the door, expecting Ray to come bounding in wearing some outrageous outfit. Instead he stood in the door frame, suit and tie, his hair straightened and slicked back- surprisingly it worked this time, unlike the last. With his hair back I could tell he had been working out; his jaw was more defined. Is he trying to impress Mikey?

"Wow Ray, you look great! But, who are you supposed to be...?"

"I'm 007, or better known as Bond. James, Bond." He made a fake gun with his fingers and the collapsed on the couch, laughing.

Mikey ran around the apartment collecting bits of his costume and touching up his makeup. He was slowly becoming Frankenstein's monster, but he was kind of failing with the costume makeup. Frank got up and helped attach the plastic bolts to his neck and draw black stitches on his green face.

I laughed, "Well Mikes, I guess you really are Frankenstein's monster!"

He narrowed his eyes at me, "It's better than when you thought you were batman after all those shots."

"You're the one you tried kissing all the animals in the petting zoo," I murmured.

"Okay, that was below the belt. I thought we weren't ever going to talk about that again?" he finished putting on his shoes, "There, ready! Ready Ray?"

"As I'll ever be," he shoved himself off the couch, "Remember the year when Frank was Megan Fox after plastic surgery, but he totally blew it out of proportion so he ended up looking like a giant Dorito with duck lips?"

We all turned to stare at him.

"What?" Frank was blushing something fierce, "Are you a madman? That wasn't me!"

"Oh sure it was! You told me that you were trying to see if Gerard was into gir-phmshpls," Frank covered Ray's mouth with his hand.

"Shut up," he whispered.

"Whatever, whatever. Let's go Mikey."

They left us after one final "be careful" from Mikey. The house was silent, so I turned to Frank on the couch.

"What is this about Megan Fox costume gone wrong?"

Frank hit me with a pillow, "I don't wanna talk about that ever again."

"Whatever."

I cuddled up next to him and stared down in thought, "You know, we are still covered in Halloween makeup, and bet we could both use showers, but I bet we don't have enough hot water for two showers," I looked over at him, "I wonder how we could solve this problem."

He looked down at me, "Well, it's simple math really you jus-" he forgot the rest of his sentence and passionately crashed his lips into mine.

Slowly we made our way to the bathroom, lips hardly leaving the others and clothes hardly staying on.

The steam of the shower painted our rosy chicks in a fine mist, and I stepped in with him.

*Insert Smut Here*

I fell onto the bed after putting on my sweats and laced my hand with Frank's. He smiled in his sleepy state and kissed me goodnight one last time before completely drifting off.

The two men in the CIA costumes flashed through my head, but I shook off the memory as a worried fault.

They were just in Halloween costumes. No one knows where you and Frank are. Don't hyperventilate.

It's okay, Gerard. No panic attack.

It's okay. No anxiety.

It's okay. Just breathe.

It's okay.

My breath caught in my throat for a few more seconds before I calmed down. I took a deep breath and cuddled up close to Frankie's warm body.

"Goodnight beautiful," I whispered.

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AN

WHOO. Sorry this is sooooo late. I've been super busy with school and other responsibilities (including my well being) that I just didn't have any time to sit down and write.

Thank you all for waiting, I love love love love you all so very much!

-xobee