Give Me A Shot To Remember [Frerard]

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dedicated to FwankUrGeyIsShowing (again) because you're amazing*

Frank's POV:

*time lapse two months*

The day has finally arrived.

After months of planning, scheduling, and trying to graduate while so unfocused on anything that wasn't the wedding, the day was finally here.

Today, in only a few short minutes, I would be marrying the most perfect man in the world.

Gerard and I had agreed to just wear suits, but he would be the one walking down the aisle, on Grandma Elena's arm.

I looked in the mirror, fidgeting with my tie a bit before running a hand through my hair and turning to my best men.

Pete, Patrick, and Bob stood before me. Sometime during the Paris trip, Pat had apparently spent the entire time trying to woo back Pete's love, Pete finally giving in when Patrick burst into tears and literally begged on his knees for forgiveness. Hand in hand, they smiled at me, glancing down at their brand new promise rings- Pete wanted to take things a bit slower than before, saying he still wasn't too sure Patrick would remain faithful. But so far, he was doing a damn good job of it, making a point to walk away any time someone besides his lover tried to flirt with him.

Bob, ever the drug dealer, was wearing what seemed to be a pimp suit. He had messed around with a few girls but met someone he claimed to be the most wonderful woman in the world only three weeks ago; her name was Casidhe, and they had been practically attached at the hip since their first date.

I opened my mouth, ready to start some bull-crap speech about how great are lives are and how great they'll always be, when the door opened.

"Frankieeee," Leah whined.

I sighed, turning around. "Yes?"

"Morgan wants to see you....now!"

"Not now Louisa, the wedding is starting soon!" I chided.

She huffed, swinging the door open. There stood the whole Quad, having flown in from France for the special occasion. All four of the gorgeous girls wore knee-length black and red dresses; which were the colors for the wedding theme.

"Frank! The wedding is staring like, right now!!" Morgan exclaimed."

"Get your pale ass out there, Iero." Louisa smirked.

"And how would you know if my ass is pale or not, sweetheart?" I questioned, returning her smirk with one of my own.

She flushed a pale pink. Maya, her arm now wrapped firmly around Leah's waist said, "Gerard's told us a lot more than you think, sweetheart."

Leah grinned and kissed Maya, mumbling something about how sassiness was sexy, and Louisa and Morgan looked away, choosing to focus their eyes on me instead.

"Bobert, Pete, Pete's lover," she said, nodding her head at the three guys behind me.

"Yes, Morgie-bear?" Bob replied in a sickly sweet tone, teasing her.

"First of all, call me that again and I'll knock you out. Second, call me that again and your darling girlfriend whom is just down the hall will probably come over here and cut your dick off- she is one possesive chick."

Bob only grinned, getting a far-away look in his eyes. "Yeah.....thats one of he reasons I like her so much...." he drifted off, in a somewhat dreamy tone of voice.