Chasing Sunset; frerard

This Town is Boring.

Frank walked the plain school tiles slumped over. He jogged up to his friend, Gerard. School was out for the day. He hit Gerard's arm to grab his attention. He smiled at Frank and waved.

"How was your day, Frankie?" Gerard knew what the answer was going to be. The same as always.

"Y'know, same as always. Boring as shit." Frank fixed his posture; though there was no reason to, he would just slump right back over. 

"Wanna go back to my place? I have drinks." 

"You know my answer, dude." That was their thing, going to Gerard's house after school. His parents were never home. He didn't blame them. This town is boring. Which, was pretty unusual for a New Jersey town. Usually, you hear all about the crimes being committed in Jersey, but this town had really nothing to offer. The town wasn't actually grey, yet, it had no color. It was dim and almost felt like it was drained of all life. Frank and Gerard wanted to be eighteen so bad, they wanted to leave this shitty town. But, of course, they couldn't. The two were only seventeen. Yes, it's only a few months until they could leave, but even then, Gerard turns eighteen before Frank, and he doesn't want to leave him. 

He had to admit, he had a bit of a crush on Frank. What do you expect, childhood friends to never have feelings for each other at some point? It was bound to happen, he just didn't think this late. 

Frank already had that phase in his life. So he thought. Apparently, it wasn't a phase. He just learned to push it in the back of his mind. The two were oblivious to each other. 

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Frank and Gerard sat in Gerard's backyard. The swingset they were sitting on felt like it could break any moment. Frank pulled a box out of his pocket. 

"Smoke?" Frank pointed the box at Gerard. He grabbed one and thanked him with a nod. They sat there for a while, as usual. They smoked about two cigarettes each. Drank a bit of whiskey. Enjoyed life like it wasn't as boring. Frank left for a moment and went into the house. A few minutes later he came back with a cassette player and a cassette in hand. Gerard knew which cassette he pulled, he pulls it almost every time. It was a Misfits mixtape. He'd given it to Gerard for his last birthday. 

"Frank, you know I love that cassette, but you play it every time." Gerard sighed.

"Almost every time. Not always." Frank let out an exasperated sigh. "But, if you don't want to play it today, I'll put it back." Frank gave him puppy dog eyes to let him play the cassette. Gerard stared at him for a second, thinking. 

"How about Bowie, we can listen to him." Frank let out a whiny groan and flailed his arms around like a toddler. 

"Fine." Frank got up and returned back to the house.

Gerard studied the area around him. Same as usual. The wind picked up, carrying his hair in different directions. He felt around the grass for Frank's box of cigs. It might've been killing him slowly, but it was better than not doing anything. Frank returned a few minutes later, Bowie cassette in hand. He looked like a little baby carrying it out. He wore an oversized sweater and black jeans. His face was grumpy but playful. 

"Miss me?" 

"You wish."

Frank reached for Gerard's cigarette. 

"Get your own." Gerard smacked his hand away.

"I'm almost out, c'mon, Gee." Gerard sighed and brought the cigarette out of his mouth and handed it to Frank. He took a long drag and handed it back to Gerard, who almost hit Frank for taking the longest drag in the world.

"You basically downed the whole cig." Frank giggled. 

"You should be thankful you even have it." Gerard hit him in the arm. The two sat for the evening enjoying eachother's company.