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Gerard got a summer job. Which, normally, wouldn't be a problem, if it was a comic shop, or someplace else with air conditioning and a backroom to hide away in. However, the only place that would hire him was an ice cream shack. On the beach. With an insanely hot surfer dude.
In three words? He was screwed.
{A fic I wrote with my friend, Fallenstar126, on ao3. It's ongoing, too. Will be occasionally updated, and will be, hopefully, updated a lot more during late May and early June.}