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Prompt: 089. Shirt
“Hey, uh…Gee? Can I talk to you?” Frank asked, stepping out of the tour bus. They had stopped at a truck stop so that the bus driver could rest and everyone could get out and stretch their legs. It was a good idea, for the polluted, open air of the truck stop was a welcome change to the cramped, un-oxygenated tour bus.
“Sure. What is it?” Gerard said, scooting over on the bench that sat conveniently beside the vending machines. Frank sat down beside him, biting his lip and watching the smoke swirl out of Gerard’s cigarette.
“You’re brother…Mikey…he, uh…he’s acting kinda…I dunno, weird around me. He’s being all nice and…like, doing stuff for me.” Frank said hesitantly. Gerard exhaled smoke, looking over at Frank and arching an eyebrow.
“So…what are you insinuating?” He asked, trying not to smile. Frank shrugged, reaching up and taking Gerard’s cigarette, placing it in his own mouth.
“I dunno…it’s just that…he like, showed me this…fan fiction yesterday. It was what the fans call ‘Frikey’.” Frank exhaled, watching the smoke float up into the sky and twisting the cigarette around between his fingers.
“Frikey? You mean kinda like, ‘Ferard’?” Gerard giggled, reaching in his pocket for another cigarette. He found one, placing it in his mouth, and lit it up.
“Ugh, yes. Like that. But seriously, it was…really…”
“Hot?”
“Yes—…I MEAN NO!” Frank dropped the cigarette on the ground and stubbed it out with his shoe. “Please, be serious for just one moment of your life, Gee.” He asked desperately.
“Okay okay. So, you’re saying that…Mikey likes you?” Gerard asked, forcing the laughter back down his throat.
“I don’t know…I guess.” Frank shrugged.
“He already knows you’re my bitch, right?”
“Yeah…probably.”
“Hmm…Well, maybe—hey wait, here he comes.” Frank’s head shot up and looked in the direction Gerard was looking. Sure enough, Mikey came walking out of the bus towards the bench. His head was looking towards the ground and his hands were behind his back as he approached them. He stopped a few feet in front of Frank, biting his lip nervously.
“Uh…Frankie? I…I need to confess something. I can’t hide it any longer.” Mikey said. He took a deep breath, and let it out before continuing. “I—”
“Mikey, I’m sorry, but I can’t return your feelings.” Frank interrupted, glancing over at Gerard.
“Ew, what? No! I just came to tell you that I…well…” Mikey removed his hands from behind his back, holding up a white shirt with a gianormous red stain on the front. “I accidentally spilt Cheerwine on your favorite white shirt. I tried to wash out the stain, but if you know anything about Cheerwine, you know that it doesn’t come out.” Mikey smiled nervously. Frank gaped at Mikey, the shirt, and then at Gerard. Gerard was covering his mouth in a desperate attempt to mask his laughter, but failing at it miserably.
“Oh…whew. I thought—wait, WHAT?! That’s my favorite shirt you bastard!” Frank yelled, grabbing the shirt. Mikey screamed and ran back towards the tour bus as Frank attempted to pounce on him. “I’ll fucking STRANGLE you for this!”
“I’m sorry! Really!” Mikey called out, jumping into the bus and shutting the door. Frank rammed it with his shoulder, cursing at Mikey.
Gerard just sat on the bench, snickering and watching the commotion with much amusement.
“Hey, uh…Gee? Can I talk to you?” Frank asked, stepping out of the tour bus. They had stopped at a truck stop so that the bus driver could rest and everyone could get out and stretch their legs. It was a good idea, for the polluted, open air of the truck stop was a welcome change to the cramped, un-oxygenated tour bus.
“Sure. What is it?” Gerard said, scooting over on the bench that sat conveniently beside the vending machines. Frank sat down beside him, biting his lip and watching the smoke swirl out of Gerard’s cigarette.
“You’re brother…Mikey…he, uh…he’s acting kinda…I dunno, weird around me. He’s being all nice and…like, doing stuff for me.” Frank said hesitantly. Gerard exhaled smoke, looking over at Frank and arching an eyebrow.
“So…what are you insinuating?” He asked, trying not to smile. Frank shrugged, reaching up and taking Gerard’s cigarette, placing it in his own mouth.
“I dunno…it’s just that…he like, showed me this…fan fiction yesterday. It was what the fans call ‘Frikey’.” Frank exhaled, watching the smoke float up into the sky and twisting the cigarette around between his fingers.
“Frikey? You mean kinda like, ‘Ferard’?” Gerard giggled, reaching in his pocket for another cigarette. He found one, placing it in his mouth, and lit it up.
“Ugh, yes. Like that. But seriously, it was…really…”
“Hot?”
“Yes—…I MEAN NO!” Frank dropped the cigarette on the ground and stubbed it out with his shoe. “Please, be serious for just one moment of your life, Gee.” He asked desperately.
“Okay okay. So, you’re saying that…Mikey likes you?” Gerard asked, forcing the laughter back down his throat.
“I don’t know…I guess.” Frank shrugged.
“He already knows you’re my bitch, right?”
“Yeah…probably.”
“Hmm…Well, maybe—hey wait, here he comes.” Frank’s head shot up and looked in the direction Gerard was looking. Sure enough, Mikey came walking out of the bus towards the bench. His head was looking towards the ground and his hands were behind his back as he approached them. He stopped a few feet in front of Frank, biting his lip nervously.
“Uh…Frankie? I…I need to confess something. I can’t hide it any longer.” Mikey said. He took a deep breath, and let it out before continuing. “I—”
“Mikey, I’m sorry, but I can’t return your feelings.” Frank interrupted, glancing over at Gerard.
“Ew, what? No! I just came to tell you that I…well…” Mikey removed his hands from behind his back, holding up a white shirt with a gianormous red stain on the front. “I accidentally spilt Cheerwine on your favorite white shirt. I tried to wash out the stain, but if you know anything about Cheerwine, you know that it doesn’t come out.” Mikey smiled nervously. Frank gaped at Mikey, the shirt, and then at Gerard. Gerard was covering his mouth in a desperate attempt to mask his laughter, but failing at it miserably.
“Oh…whew. I thought—wait, WHAT?! That’s my favorite shirt you bastard!” Frank yelled, grabbing the shirt. Mikey screamed and ran back towards the tour bus as Frank attempted to pounce on him. “I’ll fucking STRANGLE you for this!”
“I’m sorry! Really!” Mikey called out, jumping into the bus and shutting the door. Frank rammed it with his shoulder, cursing at Mikey.
Gerard just sat on the bench, snickering and watching the commotion with much amusement.
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can't help it. The girl can't help it.
He cant help it and I most certainly cant. When I see him, my head kinda does these weird little somersault things and I want to throw up everywhere. I cant help it. When I was younger I had convinced myself that I wasnt gay but as soon as I saw him outside starbucks all my non-gayness left my head and obviously my crotch. I forgot to mention to it that I was now straight.
First time. That I saw your eyes. Boy you looked right through me, mmmhmm. Played it cool. But I knew you knew. That cupid hit me, mmm mmm.
I looked at him through the window. Convinced that he couldnt
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"Frank, why are we all the way out here?" rubbing his arms, he attempted to conjure up some warmth to stop his fingers from falling off.
Not a word crossed my lips, my eyes gazing at stars that dotted the beautiful December night sky. He frowned and flailed his arms in front of my face, "EARTH TO FRANK. IT'S FUCKING COLD."
"I know it is, but," I jumped from the edge of the car and stood in front of him, "you can see the stars tonight, Mikes."
He glared at me, befuddled, and then looked up, "Oh wow, I-... I guess you can, then."
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"Who wants the last bit of coffee? Oh, I do!" Mikey shouted through the house on Saturday morning, chuckling to himself as he tipped the contents of the coffee pot into his mug. Just as it drained completely a familiar slam echoed from the basement, and Mikey smirked eagerly in anticipation.
"No, no, no, no, no, no, no!" A dervish of black and white whirled into the room, plowing into Mikey and snatching the mug away.
"Gerard!" Mikey scolded, grabbing an errant sleeve and pulling the spinning mass to a stop.
A tall, pale boy with messy onyx hair appeared out of the mass, grinning sheepishly and clutching the coffee high above his head.
"G
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Title: Frikey! This Is Awkward, Eh?
Prompt: 089. Shirt
Link To Prompt Table: [link]
Rating: PG-13
Pairing: Frank/Gerard, Frank/Mikey (sortanotreally)
POV: 3rd
Summary: “Ugh, yes. Like that. But seriously, it was…really…”
“Hot?”
“Yes—…I MEAN NO!”
Prompt: 089. Shirt
Link To Prompt Table: [link]
Rating: PG-13
Pairing: Frank/Gerard, Frank/Mikey (sortanotreally)
POV: 3rd
Summary: “Ugh, yes. Like that. But seriously, it was…really…”
“Hot?”
“Yes—…I MEAN NO!”
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OMG that so funny XD