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Playground
2 ReviewsGoofing off in a playground, what fun! WARNING! Beguining Frerard.
Ha-ha yeah, more Freard. It should be the last of it.
Gerard's P.O.V
The look on everyone’s faces was fucking priceless. When we were outside the cafe, I turned to Frank.
"Ready to fuck their minds forever with one last 'Frerard' moment?" Frank said to me.
"Yup."
Then outside the cafe, with the wall-sized glass window and everyone still watching us, Frank and I started to pash each other. Some twat from inside wolf whistled us, so I raised my middle finger up high about halfway through our snog. When we were done, Frank and I hopped into the car and drove off.
We couldn't hold it in any longer. Frank and I started to laugh so hard that we both almost spilled our coffee.
"Priceless man, priceless." Frank said when we were both gasping for air.
"Yeah, bloody homophics never saw that coming." I laughed back.
"I think you might have given us away with the line from 'Helena'. It was a little too much." Frank added.
"'A little too much'?" I asked, raising an eyebrow. "That kiss was a little too much."
"What, did you like it?" Frank asked, teasing.
"In your dreams." I said loudly. "And no-one shall ever be told about it, okay?" I added.
"You fucking kidding? I'm gonna tell Mikey, you know I am." Frank said, driving down some random street.
"Okay, just not any interviewers or anything. If the fans found out, there would be more about the 'Ferard' stuff." I said.
"Yeah..."Frank trailed off and had a sip of his latte.
After a moment's silence, I spoke.
"So, where are we going?" I asked.
"Just around to familiarise ourselves with the town." He said, as we drove past a school, 'Cobar Public School' to be exact. There were kids running around in green jumpers and tracksuit pants.
"You know the metaphor 'School is a prison'?" Frank asked me.
"Yeah." I said distractedly as the school left my eyesight.
"Well those kids are wearing their 'prison greens'." Frank said and started to laugh.
"Heh, I get it." I said, smiling. Frank kept laughing. Seriously, it wasn't that funny.
Frank took another gulp of coffee and glanced in his cup.
"Dude, that chick wrote her number on the inside of my cup!" Frank exclaimed.
"No way." I said, grabbing the cup out of his hand to look for myself. Right above the level brown liquid was ten digits. I quickly took a mouthful of his drink.
"Hey!" Frank called out, grabbing his drink back off me, swerving to miss a stray dog. He was lucky that his mug was only half-full, otherwise he would have spilt it. "Don't drink my coffee."
"It's my coffee, I paid for it." I stated smugly.
Frank opened his mouth to argue, but then closed it. "Fair enough." He muttered.
"I bet that girl wished that she didn't give you her number after our display back there. I'm sure that we're gonna get banned from there." I said, draining the last of my espresso. The worst part of coffee, reaching the bottom.
"Probably, yeah." Frank said with a laugh.
"But are you gonna keep her number?"
Frank thought for a moment. "No, she was a bit too creepy with her staring."
"Aww, but she was cute." I said, teasing.
"Okay, you have creepy-cashier and I get Donna." He said.
"Nah, the blonde one's yours." I said.
"Whatever." Frank said, ending the conversation.
I rubbed underneath my bottom lip. Next time I kiss Frank for a stunt or otherwise, I'm going to have to get him to take off his lip ring. My mouth was sore from where it was digging into my skin, and I bet it put Frank in some discomfort seeing as the ring was attached to him.
My thoughts then travelled to Donna. I wonder what she was doing, who she was with, how she was feeling... When she got back from work, I was probably going to hug her and not let go.
We drove around until we found a park with actual green grass, next to the supermarket (The Tuckerbag). We pulled over and walked out onto the grass.
"It's a Monday, aint it?" Frank asked.
"Umm, yeah. Though it would be Sunday in Jersey." I answered. Frank nodded.
"Then that would explain why there's no-one at the play equipment." Frank said, pointing to the shabby slides, swings, climbing equipment and other stuff that you get at a park.
"Coz the kids are all at school." I said, agreeing. We kept walking in silence for a moment.
"Hey Gee," Frank started.
"Yes'm?"
"Coz no-one's here, can we play on the equipment?" Frank asked, his eyes pleading. I laughed.
"Like I could stop you. Go on then." I replied, laughing.
Frank grabbed my arm and started to drag me to the playground.
"Whoa, what are you doing?" I asked, a little shocked. Frank was more than old enough to goof around without someone watching him. Well, most of the time.
"Open up to your inner kid, Gee! Join me!" Frank said.
I sighed. "Do I have to?" I whined.
"Good, you've started to act like a kid." Shit, he was right!
"Oh, whatever. No-one here will know." I started to climb up onto a platform and crawled into the tube part leading to another platform. The amount of graffiti was astounding. I poked my head out of the tube, grinning to myself. I almost missed being a kid, almost.
There was a flash of light, and then Frank's giggle drifted towards me. He had a camera in his hand.
"You prick..." I started.
"Inner child, Gee. While we're here, I'm taking pics." Frank said.
Frank's P.O.V
Stopping at this park was a good idea. I finally managed to get Gerard to express his kid side, and now I have photographic evidence. At first, Gerard was against have pictures of him goofing off at a kiddie park, but gave up. Eventually, he was posing for the camera, then offering to take photos of me.
It turns out that we were fucking around at the park until two-thirty, around three hours. And it passed quickly. We only came to realise the time when it felt like our stomachs were eating themselves.
"Gerard, I'm hungry and the littlies are staring. D'you want to grab some lunch?" I asked as Gerard was spinning around the fire pole. He let go of the faded yellow, and stumbled towards me, dizzy. I took the opportunity to snap another picture. Gerard tripped over a rock.
"Mother fucker!" Gerard said as he landed.
"Language! There are littlies, remember." I said, helping him out of the wood chips and dirt.
"Shiiiiii-ugar. Sorry." He said, almost swearing but catching himself at the last moment. I laughed.
"Come on, back to Donna's. We need some eats." I said, as we walked back to the car. This time Gerard sat in the driver’s seat. As he pulled off, he started to drive on the right ride of the road.
"Fuck Gee, we're not in America! You have to drive on the left." I said.
"Oh, right." And he got on the left, just as a white police cruiser rounded the corner and came towards us. The police officer behind the wheel waved at us as he passed. We waved back.
"Good timing." I muttered.
"Yeah."
We were silent as we found our way back to Donna's place. Getting out of the car, I looked at the garden. Anyone could be fooled by it, who would expect that a young woman lived here?
I walked to the front door and tried to open it. Locked, of cause. I needed a key to get in... A key I didn't have.
"Gerard, do you have the key?" I asked, still facing the door. Please say yes, please say yes...
"No." I could imagine that Gerard's face fell.
I balled my hands into fists and mouthed the words "fucker, fuck, fuck."
"Were stuck out until Donna get's back then." I said, turning back to Gerard.
Gerard groaned and then his attention shifted to somewhere beside me. He walked up and turned me so that I could see what he could.
There was a piece of white paper blu-tacked to the brick wall beside the door. Written in black marker was the words 'Pennies and colder fountains.' Underneath Donna had signed her name.
"Do you think it's a hint of where she put the key?" I asked.
"Maybe." Gerard said, pulling the paper off the wall. "Donna might have figured that we would forget the key."
"Well, is there a fountain here? There isn't one out here." I stated. There was grass and plants along the fence and veranda line, a couple of sculpture things, but no fountains.
"Side of the house." Gerard said, leading me past the garage to the left of the house. We walked through a vine-cover gate and found an old birdbath with a spout in the middle. Well, it could count as a fountain. And on the bottom, under a leaf and a small puddle was a key for the front door.
"Wow, that was smart of Donna, huh?" Gerard said.
"Yeah... now let’s get inside. The neighbours'll think that we're breaking in or something." I said, and we both walked back to the front door and went inside.
Gerard's P.O.V
The look on everyone’s faces was fucking priceless. When we were outside the cafe, I turned to Frank.
"Ready to fuck their minds forever with one last 'Frerard' moment?" Frank said to me.
"Yup."
Then outside the cafe, with the wall-sized glass window and everyone still watching us, Frank and I started to pash each other. Some twat from inside wolf whistled us, so I raised my middle finger up high about halfway through our snog. When we were done, Frank and I hopped into the car and drove off.
We couldn't hold it in any longer. Frank and I started to laugh so hard that we both almost spilled our coffee.
"Priceless man, priceless." Frank said when we were both gasping for air.
"Yeah, bloody homophics never saw that coming." I laughed back.
"I think you might have given us away with the line from 'Helena'. It was a little too much." Frank added.
"'A little too much'?" I asked, raising an eyebrow. "That kiss was a little too much."
"What, did you like it?" Frank asked, teasing.
"In your dreams." I said loudly. "And no-one shall ever be told about it, okay?" I added.
"You fucking kidding? I'm gonna tell Mikey, you know I am." Frank said, driving down some random street.
"Okay, just not any interviewers or anything. If the fans found out, there would be more about the 'Ferard' stuff." I said.
"Yeah..."Frank trailed off and had a sip of his latte.
After a moment's silence, I spoke.
"So, where are we going?" I asked.
"Just around to familiarise ourselves with the town." He said, as we drove past a school, 'Cobar Public School' to be exact. There were kids running around in green jumpers and tracksuit pants.
"You know the metaphor 'School is a prison'?" Frank asked me.
"Yeah." I said distractedly as the school left my eyesight.
"Well those kids are wearing their 'prison greens'." Frank said and started to laugh.
"Heh, I get it." I said, smiling. Frank kept laughing. Seriously, it wasn't that funny.
Frank took another gulp of coffee and glanced in his cup.
"Dude, that chick wrote her number on the inside of my cup!" Frank exclaimed.
"No way." I said, grabbing the cup out of his hand to look for myself. Right above the level brown liquid was ten digits. I quickly took a mouthful of his drink.
"Hey!" Frank called out, grabbing his drink back off me, swerving to miss a stray dog. He was lucky that his mug was only half-full, otherwise he would have spilt it. "Don't drink my coffee."
"It's my coffee, I paid for it." I stated smugly.
Frank opened his mouth to argue, but then closed it. "Fair enough." He muttered.
"I bet that girl wished that she didn't give you her number after our display back there. I'm sure that we're gonna get banned from there." I said, draining the last of my espresso. The worst part of coffee, reaching the bottom.
"Probably, yeah." Frank said with a laugh.
"But are you gonna keep her number?"
Frank thought for a moment. "No, she was a bit too creepy with her staring."
"Aww, but she was cute." I said, teasing.
"Okay, you have creepy-cashier and I get Donna." He said.
"Nah, the blonde one's yours." I said.
"Whatever." Frank said, ending the conversation.
I rubbed underneath my bottom lip. Next time I kiss Frank for a stunt or otherwise, I'm going to have to get him to take off his lip ring. My mouth was sore from where it was digging into my skin, and I bet it put Frank in some discomfort seeing as the ring was attached to him.
My thoughts then travelled to Donna. I wonder what she was doing, who she was with, how she was feeling... When she got back from work, I was probably going to hug her and not let go.
We drove around until we found a park with actual green grass, next to the supermarket (The Tuckerbag). We pulled over and walked out onto the grass.
"It's a Monday, aint it?" Frank asked.
"Umm, yeah. Though it would be Sunday in Jersey." I answered. Frank nodded.
"Then that would explain why there's no-one at the play equipment." Frank said, pointing to the shabby slides, swings, climbing equipment and other stuff that you get at a park.
"Coz the kids are all at school." I said, agreeing. We kept walking in silence for a moment.
"Hey Gee," Frank started.
"Yes'm?"
"Coz no-one's here, can we play on the equipment?" Frank asked, his eyes pleading. I laughed.
"Like I could stop you. Go on then." I replied, laughing.
Frank grabbed my arm and started to drag me to the playground.
"Whoa, what are you doing?" I asked, a little shocked. Frank was more than old enough to goof around without someone watching him. Well, most of the time.
"Open up to your inner kid, Gee! Join me!" Frank said.
I sighed. "Do I have to?" I whined.
"Good, you've started to act like a kid." Shit, he was right!
"Oh, whatever. No-one here will know." I started to climb up onto a platform and crawled into the tube part leading to another platform. The amount of graffiti was astounding. I poked my head out of the tube, grinning to myself. I almost missed being a kid, almost.
There was a flash of light, and then Frank's giggle drifted towards me. He had a camera in his hand.
"You prick..." I started.
"Inner child, Gee. While we're here, I'm taking pics." Frank said.
Frank's P.O.V
Stopping at this park was a good idea. I finally managed to get Gerard to express his kid side, and now I have photographic evidence. At first, Gerard was against have pictures of him goofing off at a kiddie park, but gave up. Eventually, he was posing for the camera, then offering to take photos of me.
It turns out that we were fucking around at the park until two-thirty, around three hours. And it passed quickly. We only came to realise the time when it felt like our stomachs were eating themselves.
"Gerard, I'm hungry and the littlies are staring. D'you want to grab some lunch?" I asked as Gerard was spinning around the fire pole. He let go of the faded yellow, and stumbled towards me, dizzy. I took the opportunity to snap another picture. Gerard tripped over a rock.
"Mother fucker!" Gerard said as he landed.
"Language! There are littlies, remember." I said, helping him out of the wood chips and dirt.
"Shiiiiii-ugar. Sorry." He said, almost swearing but catching himself at the last moment. I laughed.
"Come on, back to Donna's. We need some eats." I said, as we walked back to the car. This time Gerard sat in the driver’s seat. As he pulled off, he started to drive on the right ride of the road.
"Fuck Gee, we're not in America! You have to drive on the left." I said.
"Oh, right." And he got on the left, just as a white police cruiser rounded the corner and came towards us. The police officer behind the wheel waved at us as he passed. We waved back.
"Good timing." I muttered.
"Yeah."
We were silent as we found our way back to Donna's place. Getting out of the car, I looked at the garden. Anyone could be fooled by it, who would expect that a young woman lived here?
I walked to the front door and tried to open it. Locked, of cause. I needed a key to get in... A key I didn't have.
"Gerard, do you have the key?" I asked, still facing the door. Please say yes, please say yes...
"No." I could imagine that Gerard's face fell.
I balled my hands into fists and mouthed the words "fucker, fuck, fuck."
"Were stuck out until Donna get's back then." I said, turning back to Gerard.
Gerard groaned and then his attention shifted to somewhere beside me. He walked up and turned me so that I could see what he could.
There was a piece of white paper blu-tacked to the brick wall beside the door. Written in black marker was the words 'Pennies and colder fountains.' Underneath Donna had signed her name.
"Do you think it's a hint of where she put the key?" I asked.
"Maybe." Gerard said, pulling the paper off the wall. "Donna might have figured that we would forget the key."
"Well, is there a fountain here? There isn't one out here." I stated. There was grass and plants along the fence and veranda line, a couple of sculpture things, but no fountains.
"Side of the house." Gerard said, leading me past the garage to the left of the house. We walked through a vine-cover gate and found an old birdbath with a spout in the middle. Well, it could count as a fountain. And on the bottom, under a leaf and a small puddle was a key for the front door.
"Wow, that was smart of Donna, huh?" Gerard said.
"Yeah... now let’s get inside. The neighbours'll think that we're breaking in or something." I said, and we both walked back to the front door and went inside.
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