Frerard OneShots (finished)

XLVIII - True American

[so i started watching new girl on netflix so get ready for some chaotic roommate drinking game. i made some of the rules up, the others i got from the internet. tw for alcohol and a lot of dick jokes]

I pulled Gerard closer by his collar and deepened the kiss, pressing my back against the door. The moment was perfect; it felt as if it was just the two of us, everything else seemed insignificant.

But he broke the kiss way too early, making me huff in annoyance.

"Frankie," he said, chuckling, "we've been making out outside my apartment for twenty minutes now. I'm surprised my creepy neighbor didn't come out and yell at us yet."

He wasn't taking this serious enough and I just stared up at him with a blank expression.

Gerard leaned his head to the side in question when he noticed I didn't find his joke funny.

Actually, it was funny, I just wasn't in the mood to laugh and he was pissing me off so I didn't want him to have this one.

"What?" He said, moving one of his hands from my waist to my face and he looked genuinely concerned. Then, it seemed to hit him right in the face. "You still don't wanna meet my roommates."

Sighing, I rolled my eyes; he always made this a bigger deal than it actually was. "It's not that I don't wanna meet them- I'd just rather make out with you. You know, at my place."

He took a step closer and pinned me against the door but I wasn't fazed; I simply leaned against the wood and stared up at him provokingly. He sighed. "Frank, we've been dating for four months and you never came over to my place. I get that you're scared, but just- please?" I shrank a bit into myself. "I'll stay with you the entire time, I promise," Gerard said, taking my hand and squeezing.

Sighing, I squeezed his hand back and relaxed a tiny bit.

Before I could answer, though, the doorknob rattled, and a second later, I fell back and onto the ground with a yelp.

"Shit, Gerard!" The stranger standing above me said, fixing the glasses on his nose. "How long were you standing there?"

Quickly, Gerard leaned down and took my hand, helping me get up. He gave the stranger a weird look, then turned to me and quietly asked if I was okay.

"I'm fine," I assured him, dusting my pants off, then turning to the stranger who gave me a stern look. "Uh, hi," I said, extending my trembling hand, "I'm Frank."

The guy crossed his arms, leaving me standing there like an idiot. "I know."

Awkwardly, I took my hand back, shifting from one foot onto the other.

Gerard slapped his arm. "Don't be a dick, Mikey. I was very nice to Kristin when I first met her, so please be nice to Frank, it's just fair."

"You told her you had the same pairs of shoes as her and that they fitted your outfit better," Mikey, the guy, deadpanned.

"I was just telling the truth!"

My attention was caught when another guy with puffy hair looked around the corner. He stared at me for a second, then smiled widely and came over, extending his hand. "Hi, I'm Ray. You must be Frank, then?"

I already liked that guy. With an identical smile, I shook his hand. "Yeah, that's me. Nice to finally meet you, I've heard a lot about you."

"Hopefully only good things," he said but it wasn't meant to be all douchebag-gy, and he winked at me to let me know, taking his hand back. "We're so glad you decided to join us at dinner today- Lindsey's been cooking all evening!"