The Emo Trinity/Quartet Book

Frerard: Vampires Will Never Hurt You (A Lazy Sunday)

Yet another Frerard tale

Gerard lay in his bed.  It was one in the afternoon (NOT Nine!), and he STILL hadn't gotten up.  Good old lazy Sundays. 

He was about to drift off when he heard footsteps approach.  The door creaked open slightly, and the intruder muttered... a choice word.  The stranger climbed into bed next to Gerard and said nothing.  Gerard rolled onto his right side to get a better look, and found a familiar small punk staring at him. 

"Hi," Frank said simply.

"HOLY MOTHER OF FRUIT GELS!" Gerard hissed.  "Don't scare me like that!" Frank giggled.  "I didn't even do anything." "What are you even doing? This is MY bed," Gerard asked.  Frank blushed.  "I... well, I... wanted to ha--" "Don't finish that thought, Frank! We're married!" Gerard cried.  Frank SERIOUSLY had a crush on him, after all the years?! "Oh, c'mon, Gee! No one has to know!" Frank insisted.  "I may be a jacket slut, but I'm NOT a real slut!" Gerard replied angrily.  Suddenly, Frank grabbed Gerard's shoulders, opened his mouth, and...

...bit Gerard's neck.

"Ow! What was that?!" Gerard hissed, touching his neck.  "Oh!" Frank recoiled, looking as shocked as Gerard.  "I... that... I didn't mean to do that." "Well... hey.  Why do... I feel so sleeeepy?" Gerard's words slurred, and he felt a wave of fatigue wash over him.  "Oh yeah..." Frank rubbed the back of his neck, looking uncomfortable.  "I kinda forgot.  That's the effect of--" but Gerard didn't hear the rest. 

He had already blacked out.

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Five.

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Five minutes. 

That's how long it took Gerard to wake up.

It doesn't seem like a lot, but to Frank it felt endless.  What had he just done?! I've screwed up, big time, that's what, Frank chided himself.  Guess I'll have to explain when he wakes up. 

Finally, oh FINALLY, Gerard's eyes opened, first one, then the other.  He rubbed them and sat up.  The world was less agreeable, and he flopped back down as dizziness spread over him again.  "Are... are you okay?" Frank asked timidly.  "Well, yeah.  I'm actually okay, for once.  Except..." Gerard sat up quickly.  "WHAT THE HECK WAS THAT?!"

"ImreallyreallysorryGeeIturnedyouintoavampire," Frank said in a rush.  

"What was that? Are you trying to rap Twenty One Pilots?" Gerard teased, feeling slightly less angry.

"No, I..." the truth HAD to come out.  "I turned you into a vampire, Gerard."

1, 2, 3.  Three beats of silence.  Then... "What?"

"Yeah... I don't know what I was thinking.  I'm so sorry, Gee."

Gerard blinked.  "That explains your birthday." He chuckled.  "I probably should be more mad at you, but hey, "Vampires Will Never Hurt You", right?" he said.

Frank's eyes widened.  "Oh YEAAAAH! Vampires WILL never hurt you.  Especially not while I'M around, my sugary sass muffin," he cooed, snuggling up to Gerard. 

"Whoa there! That's a little-- aw, you know what? I'm sure Lyn-Z wouldn't mind if we... er... sang some DESTROYA." Gerard lay back down.

Yep.  Lazy Sundays were the best.

Slightly short but enjoyable... my kind of one-shot :)