-a/n- heheyyy!! Remember that time i got a new phone? Heh. Heh, well now I have no more pictures to put up. Woops? Also I'm going to be ending this story on chapter 21 since it's one of my lucky numbers.
-Frank's POV-
Frank heard Gerard chuckle as he opened the door to the kitchen, smiling as he and Frank were greeted by a tired Jamia, who was very occupied trying to clean up the mess they had created the night before.
"Hey Jams." Frank cooed, holding onto Gerard's shoulders and massaging them gently.
"You two seem to be in a fantastic mood." Jamia muttered, picking up a few empty beer cans and tossing them into a seemingly full black trash bag.
"Well, aren't we always in a great mood, Jamia?" Frank exclaimed, giggling as Gerard forced him onto his back, grabbing his legs playfully.
"Pft. Bert and Lindsey have been doing a whole bunch of shit lately, and apparently they were speaking nonsense about you two getting married, which is utter bullshit, right Frank?" Jamia asked Frank, conspiciously curious.
"Those two... Well, we are in fact getting married, right Gee?" Frank simpered at Gerard, who blushed a bright red.
"Well, yes-"
"WHAT?! How fucking dare you, Frank! You bring a little piece of shit into this house and then you decide to marry it?! What about me?! I fucking matter, Frank!" Jamia cried, turning as red as a firetruck.
"Silence! You clean up your mess and leave us be, it is none of your business!" Frank fumed, he was infuriated by her words and tone.
Frank stared at Jamia, who began crying and obeyed his words, and he could sense Gerard's fear. Frank moved his hand so both of theirs were intertwined and squeezed gently, which was meant to comfort Gerard, but only made him tense up further.
×Jamia's POV×
Jamia felt betrayed, her and Frank were supposed to be getting married, not Gerard and Frank! He would regret it... they both would. She continued to clean with malicious thoughts running through her head, and it was not until the two fuckers left that Lindsey and Bert decided to reveal themselves.
"Sorry 'bout that. Y'know, we could always poison his food or something? Some strychnine perhaps?" Lindsey spoke, trying not to beam as Bert tugged on her apparel lustfully.
"Could you two stop fucking around? And no! There will be no poison involved, I want to make them suffer, both of them... I want Frank to realize that I'm so much more than that little cunt Jared, or whatever the fuck his name was." Jamia pretend to not remember his name, even though it was painfully poking and prodding at the back of her mind to no end.
Bert chimed in. "I thought his name was Ger-"
"You got it, boss. How about we skin him alive and make Frank a coat out of it. He'd be enough for an entire set of clothing, I reckon. He's sure as hell fat enough." Lindsey exhorted, sniggering quietly.
"No, I have my own plan. Get the tools ready, make sure everything is sharpened." Jamia's lips twisted into an awfully evil looking smile.
But what could they say? Jamia was an awfully evil person.
-Frank's POV-
Frank paced, in an unfortunately pensive state. Gerard didn't have to witness that, and now everything was absolutely fucked.
"Frankie?" Gerard asked, his voice small and unsure.
"Gerard. Please disregard that display earlier, Jamia was just upset because me and her... knew each other longer? I suppose that's why-"
"Frankie."
"I'm sorry, what did you want?"
"I don't care about why, but maybe we shouldn't get married? We barely know each other... You're amazing and everything but, I'm just some mediocre guy who can't get a job. Mikey probably wants to see me too, and I don't deserve all of this attention. Maybe... maybe I should go back home?" Gerard said the last part sweetly, trying to get somewhere at the very least by sugarcoating it.
"Go back home? This is your home! Y-You're mine, Gerard! You can't just go wherever you like! Mine!" Frank shouted, walking towards Gerard and fisting his hair, in an effort to get the most of his attention that he could.
"Please, Frankie. Please just think it over! I don't want to be yours! I want to be mine too! I want- I want to go home!" Gerard screamed, smacking Frank's hand away and covering his ears as he began to cry.
Mikey burst in the room, gasping as he saw Gerard in the state he was in.
"Frank! What-" Mikey screamed as Frank pulled out his pistol and shot him in the stomach, falling to the floor and landing with a thud.
-a/n- lol ok, who knows what will happen next, huh? will mikey die? will my pizza finally arrive? all in time... thanks for reading! see you at the next chapter l0l k bye
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All I Want is Nothing (Frerard)
FanfictionGerard is a typical adult: lives with his mom, can barely pay for anything and hardly has a chance since he's too sassy for a job, and on top of it all, gets kidnapped by some short guy with sick tattoos and rad hair, who just happens to take a liki...
