Frerard oneshot centered around the concept of an unusually coloured soft drink. Nothing to do with the crappy show on Disney channel.
Yeah, so I really hope you like. It took me ages, longer than it should have done really. Please tell me if you do!
“Yeah, I thought question three on acids was okay but looking back I have absolutely no idea. I just put “sodium” for every one. What do you think, Gerard?”
It’s the eyes. Or is it the hair? How it curls slightly around his ears, so cute. It looks soft. Maybe it’s the lip ring? The lip ring is cool. I could never where one of them, I’d look like a poser...
“Hello? Earth to Ger-retard?”
Gerard looked up at his friend with glazed over eyes. Cam shook her head in dismay.
“We get it,” she said, rolling her eyes. “He’s hot. Please deal with it in some way other than drooling when I’m trying to talk to you about something very important.”
“Important?” Gerard frowned. “It’s not that important. It was only a Unit test, right?”
“Wrong,” Cam shook her head reprimandingly. “It is never ‘just a Unit test’. All our grades add up to the ones on our Final Exam and we need that mark to get into a good college, remember?”
“Vaguely,” Gerard shrugged. His attention had turned back to the new kid, his skinny frame hunched over a text book in his hands, strands of red-highlighted hair brushing the page as he chewed his lip in concentration, tongue poking out of the tiny silver ring.
“Well, maybe not important for you,” Cam snapped. “But the rest of us mere mortals who can’t so much as draw a stickman actually need this.”
“We need this,” Ray agreed before taking a bite out of a massive chilli sandwich.
Cam watched him chew with disgust before turning back to Gerard. “You might benefit if you actually studied something other than Frank Iero. I know the concept might seem difficult for you to grasp, but...”
“Shut up,” Gerard muttered while Ray sniggered. “I just...he’s so...”
“...I don’t know,” he finished lamely. Cam sighed.
“The word you’re looking for is ‘attractive’,” she said. “Look it up. It’s something teenage boys look for, whatever the gender. But it won’t mean a thing unless you actually talk to him.”
Gerard resisted the temptation to protest “but I have talked to him”, knowing Cam would only ask the “w” questions: when, where, what, forcing him to admit that they had never said more than a few words to each other: “excuse me”, “is that a Misfits hoody, cool” and “could you pass me that eyeball”; the last because they were dissecting anatomy in Biology and not, contrary to the beliefs of some, because Gerard was a psychotic serial killer. It was bad enough having someone so cute and unapproachable as a lab partner but now Gerard was seeing him everywhere and each time it hurt.
“He’s too cool to talk to,” he muttered instead.
“Bullshit,” said Cam. “No one’s too cool to talk to. He’s been here a week, Gerard. How cool could he be?”
“So cool,” Gerard replied, watching as Frank closed the textbook with a sigh and walked away. Both Cam and Ray groaned.
“Can we quit this girl talk?” Ray asked suddenly. “I feel really left out.”
“You just need to be more in touch with your feelings,” Cam stated matter-of-factly. “Like Gerard is.”
“Gerard’s too in touch with his feelings,” Ray countered. “He still cries at Titanic.”
“Hey, no fair. So did Mikey.”
“You’re fifteen. Mikey is two years younger than you. It’s allowed,” Ray shrugged. “Anyways, you kids bore me. I’m not getting all touchy-feely with anybody. I’m gonna go play basketball. ‘Cos that’s a man’s sport.”
“Guess it would be embarrassing if you lost, then,” Cam retorted. “Like you do every time.”
Gerard laughed as Ray flipped his middle finger and strode away. When he was gone, Gerard sank further into his seat, trying to avoid Cam’s scrutinising gaze.
“What have you got next?” she asked.
He glanced at his timetable and groaned. “Biology.”
“Be strong,” Cam told him. “Act on your impulses. Don’t knock any Bunsen burners over. Talk. To. Him.”
“Yes mother,” Gerard replied, gathering his things together.
Cam giggled and kissed him briefly on the cheek. “For luck,” she said and hurried away.
Gerard sighed, shook his head and made his way to Biology.
Frank had tried hard to keep his thoughts from Gerard Way. Just as he had tried not to deliberately sit opposite him in the common room in order to sneak quickie glances in his direction, or make stupid “she said” jokes in the hope of a weak chuckle. He had tried and he had failed, just as he had failed to stay out of trouble at his old school and tried to look positively at this one. Needless to say, those attempts had failed too.
Frank sighed, drumming his fingers against the desk. He had only been here a week and already he was hating it. Everyone was the same, everyone except Gerard, of course. Frank liked the look of him, how he stood out without meaning to, how different he was yet with a strange desire to fade into the background. He wanted to know him.
He arrived as the teacher did, offering a small smile.
“Hey,” said Frank.
“Hi,” Gerard mumbled back and subsequently knocked over his pencil case.
“I got it.” Frank ducked under the table, scooping stationary off the floor and stuffing it back into the case. He handed it back to a blushing Gerard who muttered his thanks. An awkward silence lapsed over the two of them. Gerard flattened his hair over his face and Frank drummed his fingers on the table. Then, just as Gerard was about to speak, Mrs Kroon’s voice tore through the laboratory.
“Okay class, pair up and grab a coat. We’ll be continuing our investigation on dissecting today. Samples are up here at the front.”
Frank raised his hand. Mrs Kroon sighed. “Yes Frank?”
“I can’t do this,” he stated bluntly.
“Out of respect for the dead,” he replied. “You might be able to cut up the organs of things just cos they’re not living anymore in the name of science but personally, I don’t think it’s right.”
“You a vegetarian, Frank?”
Mrs Kroon sighed again. Frank grinned smugly. “Then go to the back of the class and work out of the textbook. Gerard, if you’d like to do the experiment on your own...?”
“No thanks,” Gerard shook his head hurriedly and followed Frank to the back. He smiled as he sat down beside him and drew out his textbook.
“Do you really think all that or were you just trying to piss the teacher off?” Gerard blurted out suddenly.
Slightly taken aback, Frank replied “I really think all that.”
“Oh. Cool,” he sounded relieved. “I really like your lip ring, by the way.”
“Thanks,” said Frank, smoothing over the shiny metal with his finger. “You could get one.”
“I’d like one,” Gerard nodded. “But it wouldn’t suit me. I’m not badass enough. Also, I’m kinda scared of needles.”
“That’s adorable,” said Frank before he could stop himself.
Gerard instantly coloured and flipped his hair back over his face. Frank resisted the temptation to brush it away. “It doesn’t hurt too much,” he continued. “Or maybe I’m used to it. See?”
He rolled up his sleeves, revealing arms decorated with bright colours and gothic patterns, names and lyrics. Gerard’s eyes widened with admiration as his fingertips skimmed over a snake curling across his skin. Then his hand jumped back as if he had burnt himself. “Sorry.”
“No worries,” said Frank, shaking his sleeve back over his tattoos. “It’s only sore for the first couple of weeks.”
Gerard chewed his lip embarrassedly and said nothing. Frank went back to the textbook, feeling shivers where Gerard had touched him. They worked for a little bit in silence except for when they shared answers or asked to borrow a pencil. It was becoming less awkward, more natural and looking out the corner of his eye Frank could see that Gerard also looked more at ease.
“How’re you liking Belleville High?” he asked.
“It’s a dump,” Frank replied.
Gerard laughed. High pitched, girly and so fucking cute. “Try spending half of your life here.”
“Can’t imagine,” said Frank, glaring at a girl from the row in front whose eyes wouldn’t leave him.
“Where were you before?”
“I got the boot for this,” he gestured to his arms. “Happiest day I’ve had in three years. Mom had a fucking spaz when she found out. Sold the house, packed up the car and moved down a few blocks. Away from one shithole, a little closer to another.”
“What’s your new place like?”
“It’s okay, I guess,” he hesitated for a moment then decided to go for it. “You could come and see it. If you want.”
Gerard’s pencil case fell to the floor with a clutter and again Frank bent to pick it up. “You mean...today?”
“Sure, why not?” Frank shrugged. “You’re cool. I’ve thought so since I first came here.”
“Thanks,” Gerard smiled sheepishly.
Frank grinned back and returned to the text book.
“So, I’ll catch you later?”
“Sure. See you.”
As soon as Frank was out of sight Gerard happy-danced. Not a big one, he knew what he looked like when he danced but enough for Cam who was conveniently passing by to notice.
“Omigosh! Spill!” she cried, seizing him by the elbow.
“It’s gotta be good to make Gerard Way want to dance like a baboon with a taser up his ass.”
“God, that sounds painful.”
“What happened in Biology?”
“Nothing,” Gerard replied but his grin gave him away. “I’m hanging out with Frank today. After school.”
Cam squealed and wrapped her arms around him tightly. “Jeez Cam, you’d think I have no social life at all!”
“That’s because you do have no social life at all,” said Cam, muffled into his shoulder. “And I love you all the more for it. See you around then!”
As she skipped off Gerard was pretty sure he could hear her chatting to herself about who was going to be bottom but he brushed it from his mind. He had way too much to think about without thinking about that. Like when Frank said he was cool. And called him adorable. The happiness he got from those two statements lasted him through a triple period of Physics and Maths before the bell rang for the end of school and he stood there, waiting for Frank by the gate.
He realised he would have to get over how hot Frank was sooner or later. His hair hung tousled around his face and his eyeliner had smudged slightly over the course of the day, all of these things making him look even more attractive. He grinned at Gerard with sleepy eyes and they set off together down the road, ignoring the catcalls and wolf whistles of their classmates.
“People are such assholes, aren’t they?” Frank rolled his eyes.
“A lot of them are,” Gerard sighed. “You get used to it.”
“Does it get better?”
“No. You just get used to it.”
The house wasn’t far away and looked the same as every other house on the block. Frank picked up a key from under the doormat and opened the door, gesturing for Gerard to follow him inside.
“It’s nice,” said Gerard looking around interestedly.
“If you like uniformity,” Frank replied bitterly. “You want a drink?”
He crossed over to the kitchen and yanked open the fridge door, looking inside hopefully. “We have...nothing. Mom hasn’t been shopping yet. Oh, wait up.”
He stood up, holding a litre bottle of a mysteriously brightly-coloured liquid. “We have blue lemonade.”
“That’s lemonade?” Gerard said, unconvinced.
“That’s blue lemonade,” Frank corrected. “Better than the original, by far. Try some. I’ll get you a glass.”
“Okay,” said Gerard, slightly apprehensive. He had his regards about accepting strangely coloured drinks he’d never heard of before but if Frank liked it then he would happily drink the whole bottle.
Frank handed him a glass and he hesitated only for a second before taking a sip. It was sweet, really sweet but had a slightly strange taste. He liked it though and he liked how his lips tingled when he put the glass down. Then he saw Frank and burst out laughing.
“What about it?”
“You can talk.”
Gerard picked up a spoon lying on the table and stared at his reflection in the metal. “What the fuck?”
“Yeah, I forgot it can do that,” Frank mused, looking at the bottle interestedly. “It’s supposed to contain some chemical not legal in the US yet. Probably why it’s so cheap.”
Gerard stared at him in amazement. Frank smirked. They burst out laughing again, so hard that it hurt, then saw each other’s stained faces and laughed even harder. He was, Gerard thought, even more beautiful when he laughed. The reflection made him stop. Then, he hiccoughed, causing Frank to giggle some more. He shook his fringe over his face in embarrassment but Frank stretched out a hand and slipped it back behind his ears. Gerard looked up at him in shock.
“Why do you cover your face like that?” Frank asked quietly.
Gerard shrugged. “I don’t like people seeing my face.”
“Because I’m fucking hideous,” Gerard muttered, unable to stop himself. Frank gawped at him.
“Seriously?!” Gerard nodded. “What the actual fuck, Gerard? You wanna know something?”
“The first time I saw you I thought you were fucking hot.”
Gerard looked up from the floor so quickly it almost gave him whiplash. Frank was leaning against the kitchen cabinet, totally casual as always. “Really?”
Frank took a step closer. A loose strand of hair had fallen from behind Gerard’s ear which he slipped back, leaving his hand just cupping Gerard’s jaw. Then he kissed him.
The first thing Gerard was aware of was the slight fizzing as their lips connected. He realised it was the lemonade but it still sent a jolt of excitement down his spine combined with the sweet, slightly lemony taste, like he’d just been given a tiny electric shock. The second thing he was aware of was that Frank was kissing him. Frank was kissing him. The realisation was enough to make him lose all control of his senses but he willed himself to stay conscious, wanting to savour every last bit of what was fast becoming the happiest moment of his life. Frank’s lips were slightly chapped and pressed softly against his own, moving slowly and rhythmically as his hands combed through the hair at the base of Gerard’s neck. He could feel his eyelashes brushing lightly against his skin, his small, toned body pressing against him, the sudden realisation that he was finally kissing someone and that someone was a boy strange but oh so sweet.
They broke apart slowly, noses brushing ever so slightly. Frank smirked. “Really.”
Gerard grinned back then realised he still had a somewhat disturbing amount of blue on his face. “Um...how the hell do I get rid of this?” he asked, pointing to his mouth.
Frank shrugged. “Leave it,” he said. “Kinda suits you.”
From that moment onwards, Gerard was sure of two things.
One, he was in love.
Two, blue lemonade was better than the original. By far.
LOL Mrs Kroon. LEGEND.
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