Hi have Frank's costume cus it's fucking HILARIOUS I CAN'T-
WARNING(S): drunk driving, drinking
•30th October
"Whose party is this, anyways?" Mikey asked for what felt that the millionth time, each time he just kind of blew it off... it was becoming unbearable.
"Doesn't matter," he dismissed, doing a small twirl for his brother, "think I'm good to go?" He asked, seeing the blonde squint his eyes and examine his outfit.
They were both the messiest perfectionists to hit the Earth.
"Your hair needs more life about it... like some curl or something," he said thoughtfully as a smile crept onto his face, "leave this to the professional." Mikey grabbed his brother's wrist and bounded into his room, completely taking the red head off guard. He lay out their shared straighteners on his bed and turned to his drawers to pull out some hairspray and other things, like clasps and bobby pins. Gerard put his hand out to take them but Mikey smacked his hand away sharply. "Lemme do it! I wanna help, please trust me with this... it'll be the best thing you've ever done." He pleaded like a desperate teen to their mum, making the pale man sigh,
"I don't trust you." He stated, folding his thin arms across his chest, looking to the taller sibling, how frowned.
"Why not?" The blonde man asked defensively, getting visibly annoyed and rather upset.
"You forgotten about your poker-straight hair and that stupid birds-nest mop? 'Cus I haven't. Your hair styles are terrifying." Gerard riposted with a loud sigh, not caring that his brother was getting genuinely offended.
"I'm not a 19 year old idiot anymore, it'll all be fine." He exasperated, trying to get his point across, and failing.
"No, you're a 25 year old idiot now. Not much better." The red head said, also trying to get his point across.
"I promise I won't do anything stupid, G." Mikey asked desperately,
"Fine- jeez do you know how to act like an adult at all?" He teased, feeling the taller sibling shove him harder than expected,
"Says you." Mikey retorted, sticking his tongue out childishly, making the older man sigh.
"This better not take long." He warned, seeing the blonde's proud face.
"It won't, I promise."
They took a lot longer than Gerard would admit to. Due to the fact he and Mikey shared half of a braincell, what was supposed to be a quick hairdo, took them at least an hour. The two of them were too busy dancing and singing to The Smashing Pumpkins to even check the time.
"Holy fuck, G..." the blonde eventually spoke up, a nervous tone in his voice as he finally glanced up at the clock.
"What?" The older brother said absentmindedly, not really paying much mind to the shift in Mikey's tone.
"You're like- so running late." He mumbled, seeing the red head's neck snap up to the clock, jumping up in a panic and packing his things in a rush.
"Shit- I gotta go." He said in a rush, putting on his black, suede platform heels, loosely doing the strap around his ankle and standing up, feeling extremely unusual as he towered over Mikey.
"Okay, okay move it, don't be too late, Cinderella."
"I am this close to gouging your eyes out with a pair of stilettos. Watch out." He grumbled, completely frustrating with the blonde's comments.
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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...
