WARNING(S): weed, talk of death
•24th October
Gerard never thought he would say it; but the last month of his boring life had been the most happiness he had felt in a long time- since he was a teenager, to be more exact. It was crazy. He forgot the way Frank could just automatically bring out the best him him. They had bonded as if they had never met before, however, there had always been an awkward cloud that hung over them... waiting to them. The pair always pushed it away easily, though and have a wonderful time in each other's company.
Gerard hadn't ever told anyone they were friends and he was pretty sure Frank hadn't told his kids- although Miles had a strong suspicion and Cherry and Lily would smile at him in the hallways over their own intuition... but nothing much.
He didn't mind, though, his friend's kids were some of the most amazing he had ever come across, he loved Frank's kids as if he had known them for years.
He wish he had.
They lay in a dark office room of Frank's home with Johnny Cash's 'At Folsom Prison' vinyl, smoking weed like they always did. They found the adored a lot of the same artists and the older man was so excited by all of them that the tattooed man let him pick out as many of them for a queue of records. They had already played 'Sgt. Pepper's Lonely Hearts Club Band' by The Beatles and Nirvana's 'In Utero'. Yet, nothing had moved them quite like Johnny Cash's sorrowful, thick voice.
However, they were way too high to listen to it the the correct, meaningful way.
"So, out of the Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles, you think I'm Donatello? Fuck you. I'm not the awkward, dorky one with unrealistic, impossible crushes? Asshole!" The red head snapped, flipping off Frank, who sat on the floor of a music room beside him closely.
"What? Donnie's like- the second best one! Appreciate it!" The tattooed man cackled, somehow on his 4th beer since getting to his home... they hadn't thought very hard about the fact they were cross-fading together at almost 30- something people usually stop doing at 25.
"Who's the best then? It better be Raphael." He asked, sighing as Frank sat his the back of his head on the flimsy pillow Gerard had been using, their shoulders pressing together, sending unfamiliar sparks through his stomach.
"Wrong. Michelangelo is the best, obviously. He's like- your typical teenage stoner." Frank scoffed, crossing his arms firmly of his big chest like a stopping kid.
"Raph's the hotheaded badass, the only one who doesn't take shit from Leonardo- who is so bigheaded." The red haired man scoffed from where he was laying on the floor, he turned his head to look at his friend who was a lot closer than he thought he anticipated.
"I think he's just rude." The slightly shorter man mumbled, also turning his head to look at Gerard with a scrunched-up expression. "I mean- he never listens to Leo- who's supposed to be the leader and respected by the other turtles. He just-" Frank sighed, giving up on his intoxicated ramble, realising it was way too much effort. "Never mind, too much effort."
They lay in a content atmosphere as they listened to 'Dark As The Dungeon' and its mellow, sweet tempo, enjoying the entrancing, story like words with the small amount of comforting physical contact they were experiencing. It didn't last too long, however, as a thick silence subconsciously waved over them as 'I Still Miss Someone' began playing,
At my door, the leaves are falling
A cold, wild wind will come
Sweethearts walk by together
And I still miss someone
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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...
