coffee dates and other things || frerard oneshots

roommates

"Man, that's so insensitive- what if they don't know why they can't leave? You could be bringing up some pretty wicked insecurities there." Frank muttered, snagging a handful of popcorn and chewing it mournfully. The end-of-week Buzzfeed Unsolved binge sesh was Franks favourite part of the week. Partly because of Gerards excellent snackage game, and partly because he was rather fond of Ryan and Shane.

After a few more episodes, Gerard reached forward and closed the laptop, a loud yawn taking over the sounds of the video. Frank frowned, scootching to the side a bit as Gerard moved the now empty bowl of popcorn onto the floor and then began his nightly ritual of making sure the blankets weren't backwards or whatever it is he was thrashing around for. 

Frank sighed and stepped off the mattress, listening to Gerard getting comfy in bed as he padded to the window and climbed up onto the bench. It was a quiet night, the soft hum of electricity in the walls occasionally broken up by the faint drone of a car as it drove past on the street below. He pulled his knees up to his chest with one arm wrapped around them and leaned his head against the glass, running his fingers along the edge of the window and trying to ignore the gaping loneliness building in his chest.

From the bed, Gerard was making soft noises and Frank looked over to him. The man tended to have nightmares some nights, about something that had happened when he was younger. Frank had never really found out what it was, but Gerard had woken up one night crying and had had to call his brother so he figured it must've been pretty unpleasant. 

Instead of crying out though, Gerard just huffed and went silent again so after a moments hesitation Frank turned to look back out the window, sighing silently.

-

Gerard was sitting at the table, across from Frank, and scrolling on his phone while eating cereal when he got a phone call. Frank, who had just been leaning his head on his hand and watching Gerard do his thing, sat up a bit out of curiosity, blatantly eavesdropping on Gerards end of the conversation.

"Mikey?" 

Ah, it was the brother. Frank leaned back and then slipped out of the chair, no longer interested.

"No, no, I don't have anything planned for today what do you need?"

Frank wandered over to the fridge and pressed his hands against the door, letting them soak in some of the metallic chill before holding his face, humming. Icy. 

"What?!"

Frank spun on his heel, still holding his cold palms against his face. Gerard was getting out of his chair a little hurriedly, heading to his room.

"I thought you'd already done that!"

The punk followed, curious and also with nothing better to do, and stopped half-in the curtain over the doorway to Gerards bedroom. 

"- wish you'd realised sooner, now i have to get there before it closes."

Gerard had his phone pressed between his face and his shoulder as he pulled on his jeans with one hand, his shirt only half on and exposing his soft tummy. Frank tucked his hands in the back pockets of his own red plaid jeans and leaned his shoulder against the door frame, continuing to watch in intrigued amusement as Gerard struggled to get dressed. Once Gerard hung up and shoved his phone in his pocket though, Frank lost interest and stepped back out into the kitchen/living area.

He wondered what Mikey had forgotten to do that required Gerard to be so hurried and all over the place but it's not like he could ask so instead he went back to the table and sat down again, staring across at the empty seat Gerard had been in before. Other than the occasional grumbled curse or sound of movement, the apartment was quiet and Frank busied himself with trying to find shapes in the wood that the table top was made out of.