We'll be okay (Frerard/Petekey)
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"Fuck." Frank cursed slightly under his breath when he lost his balance and stumbled.
He expected his body to hit the ground any second now and already flinched as the thought of the harsh concrete flashed his mind.
But he never really fell, cause right before he could really fall an arm wrapped around his waist, holding him in place till he regained his balance.
"Sorry...", the guy who had caught him muttered softly and if Frank hadn't been in an really bad mood he would have maybe took a moment to stare at the attractive stranger in front of him or appreciated how perfect his voice sounded.
But unfortunately Frank was in a very bad mood and the words slipped over his lips without thinking. "Ugh, can't you fucking watch were you're going?", he hissed with a annoyed roll of his eye.
His gaze flickered up to the soft hazel eyes in front of him that took an irritated look after those words fell.
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