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confetti canons

shout out to my friend amy for giving me this idea

"What's your dream date?"

They were laying on the floor of Franks bedroom, nirvana playing quietly on the record player as they passed a cigarette back and forth. Gerard had been mentally planning a mural that he'd paint on the ceiling like Michelangelo when the question had been asked, and now he was looking at his boyfriend with an eyebrow raised.

"Three years of dating and now you ask me about my dream date?"

Frank laughed a breathy kind of snort that caused a mouthful of smoke to come curling out from between his teeth, and shrugged. Gerard propped himself up on his elbows and made a grabby hand for the cigarette, thinking about it while he inhaled.

"I dunno." He finally answered, reaching over himself to flick the cigarette ash into the glass tray between them. "I guess: this- just hanging out, feeling safe, listening to good music."

Frank made a noise and sat up, shifting around until his legs were crossed like a little kid. He stole the cigarette back, much to Gerard's dismay and held it away so he could keep Gerard's focus. "No, I mean like- like if we could do literally anything for a date, what would it be? I don't care if we can't do it, I just wanna know."

Now Gerard was sitting up, still eyeing the cigarette with an air of longing, but also mulling the question over in his head. If he could do anything?

Frank raised an eyebrow at him, already knowing that Gerard was a cheesy motherfucker and he'd definitely thought about some extravagant date when he was younger. After a couple minutes of Gerard squinting into space and Frank just watching him lovingly, Gerard seemed to snap himself out of it.

"Okay I've got something."

Frank took one last drag of the cigarette and then squashed it into the bottom of the ashtray. "I'm listening."

Gerard shuffled himself around so he was facing Frank properly, their knees close to touching. "It would start off with something really simple, like, you'd pick me up and give me flowers and chocolate and a stuffed bear. And then we'd get in a limo or something- don't raise your eyebrow at me, you asked! Where was I... oh! yeah, we'd get in a limo and you'd take me to some fancy restaurant and we'd get spaghetti and share it like in Lady and the Tramp."

"And then what?" Frank asked, feeling like that wasn't the whole story.

Gerard hummed. "I don't know- you come up with something."

Frank rolled his eyes, but he did seem to be thinking. "Okay..." He started, slowly. "Okay, so like, the restaurant would be on the pier so that afterwards we could go on a walk along the beach or something. And then we'd find a... helicopter that I rented! yeah. Your turn."

Gerard puffed out his cheeks, eyebrows furrowed in thought before his face cleared and he grinned. "The helicopter would take us over New York."

Somehow Frank knew it was his turn again, and he slid his hand over Gerard's. "And it would drop us off at-"

"The circus!" Gerard interjected, grinning childishly. 

"Okay first of all, rude." Frank shoved him gently and Gerard just poked his tongue out at him. "Second of all, yeah okay it drops us off at the circus. And then, instead of watching it, we sneak into the back and steal their confetti canons and smuggle them back onto the helicopter."

Not even questioning how they'd fit confetti canons in a helicopter, Gerard continued where Frank had left of. "And then it would drop us back off at my house, and we'd set them off so confetti explodes all over my neighbours house!"

"The Reynolds?"

"No dumbass, the Mitchells, those guys are assholes."

Frank laughed, only now realising that his room had gone quiet. Gerard must have realised the same thing, because he stood up a second later and walked over to the record player, flipping the vinyl over. When he got back, he decided to sit directly in Franks lap instead of in front of him like before.

"So, our dream date is to go to a fancy restaurant before going on a beach walk that would take us on a helicopter ride over new york to a circus where we'd then steal their confetti canons, get back to my house and explode confetti all over my asshole-neighbours yard?" 

Frank shrugged. "Apparently."

Gerard smiled, softer than before. "Brilliant."

i've got no idea what this is but enjoy i guess?