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Yea, Its yours Vic. Thx for wasting my time!!!
6 ReviewsCute Frerard beach one-shot requested by Heartbreak_Beauty.
Setting- Beach
Time- Frank/Gee are teenagers.
Plot- The two boys are on spring break, and go for a triip. They find Lust, Love, and all that jizz on the way. :3
And just name mine 'Yea, Its yours Vic. Thx for wasting my time!!!'
It was spring break of 1996. It was surprisingly warm and Frank Iero, a 15-year-old teenage boy was lying on his favourite plain black beach towel reading his favourite book, The Catcher In The Rye, when he felt something round hit his back hard.
“Ow!” He shouted, closing his book and turning over to see a sheepish boy who looked about 16 picking up a football that was lying next to Frank.
“Sorry.” He said apologetically. Frank looked at him. He had mousey brown hair and black and white glasses. He was wearing plain navy blue swim shorts and a Joy Division t-shirt. His shorts showed off his skinny legs.
“It’s fine.” Frank waved him off, rubbing his now sore back.
“Mikey!” Another boy who looked like Mikey shouted. He was wearing black skinny jeans for a reason Frank didn’t understand, -though he himself was wearing ripped up jeans- a plain black t-shirt and had raven black hair, which was going all over the place and made him look like he had just woken up. He looked around the age of 18.
“I said sorry! God G.” Mikey whined as 'G' came to a stop next to the two teens.
“Good,” He ruffled Mikey’s perfectly straightened and gelled hair. “Sorry, I kicked it too hard.”
Frank repeated himself, “Its fine.” And turned over again to read his book.
“It was Gerard’s fault!” Mikey said thinking Frank was mad.
“Shut it Mikey, and I said sorry.”
“I know, its fine.” Frank repeated getting annoyed at being interrupted.
Gerard and Mikey shrugged walking off with their ball to carry on their game of football, though it wasn’t much of a game with two people who were both unathletic people.
~~~~~~
That night Frank decided he would go to the beach again. It was still warm and he was bored as hell on his own playing guitar.
As he got to the bottom of the wooden stairs that descended to the beach Frank noticed a figure at the end of the beach. It was walking along the shore aimlessly, looking out to the sunset. Frank being the nosey, annoying teenage boy he was, decided to go see who this person was. He quietly walked across the sand, his converse filling with sand as it came in through the holes in the sides.
As Frank got closer the figure turned revealing the boy Frank had been hit with a ball by. Gerard smiled a little at Frank when he saw him.
“Hey.” He said going over to Frank.
“Hi…”
“What are you doing down this late?” Gerard asked.
“I could ask you the same thing.” Frank pointed out smiling back at Gerard.
Gerard laughed, “Touché. But really, why are you here?”
“I was lonely and it’s such a nice night…”
“It is. Why were you lonely?” Frank sat down in the sand and Gerard sat with him. He played with the sand as he answered Gerard’s question, “I have no brothers and sisters. Playing guitar all day and having no friends is lonely I guess.” Frank shrugged.
“Oh.” There was silence for a bit before Gerard spoke again. “I’ll be your friend.”
“What?” Frank asked looking at Gerard surprise written all over his face –not literally of course.
“I said, I’ll be your friend. You seem…nice.”
“Thanks. So why are you down here?”
“Dammit, thought you’d forgotten.” They laughed, “Well I like it…it’s so peaceful. I like drawing and this gives me ideas.” Frank hummed in acknowledgement. Gerard scooted a little closer to Frank, it was cold. Frank shivered and wrapped his arms around himself. “You cold?”
“Yeah.” Frank answered rubbing his hands against his arms.
“Here,” Gerard wrapped an arm around Frank, instantly warming him up. “Better?”
“Much,” Frank said snuggling into Gerard more. “Thanks….”
“No problem.” Gerard smiled at him and kissed the top of his head. After a while of just sitting in the sand Gerard spoke up again and said something that ended up changing both their lives, "You're beautiful."
Time- Frank/Gee are teenagers.
Plot- The two boys are on spring break, and go for a triip. They find Lust, Love, and all that jizz on the way. :3
And just name mine 'Yea, Its yours Vic. Thx for wasting my time!!!'
It was spring break of 1996. It was surprisingly warm and Frank Iero, a 15-year-old teenage boy was lying on his favourite plain black beach towel reading his favourite book, The Catcher In The Rye, when he felt something round hit his back hard.
“Ow!” He shouted, closing his book and turning over to see a sheepish boy who looked about 16 picking up a football that was lying next to Frank.
“Sorry.” He said apologetically. Frank looked at him. He had mousey brown hair and black and white glasses. He was wearing plain navy blue swim shorts and a Joy Division t-shirt. His shorts showed off his skinny legs.
“It’s fine.” Frank waved him off, rubbing his now sore back.
“Mikey!” Another boy who looked like Mikey shouted. He was wearing black skinny jeans for a reason Frank didn’t understand, -though he himself was wearing ripped up jeans- a plain black t-shirt and had raven black hair, which was going all over the place and made him look like he had just woken up. He looked around the age of 18.
“I said sorry! God G.” Mikey whined as 'G' came to a stop next to the two teens.
“Good,” He ruffled Mikey’s perfectly straightened and gelled hair. “Sorry, I kicked it too hard.”
Frank repeated himself, “Its fine.” And turned over again to read his book.
“It was Gerard’s fault!” Mikey said thinking Frank was mad.
“Shut it Mikey, and I said sorry.”
“I know, its fine.” Frank repeated getting annoyed at being interrupted.
Gerard and Mikey shrugged walking off with their ball to carry on their game of football, though it wasn’t much of a game with two people who were both unathletic people.
~~~~~~
That night Frank decided he would go to the beach again. It was still warm and he was bored as hell on his own playing guitar.
As he got to the bottom of the wooden stairs that descended to the beach Frank noticed a figure at the end of the beach. It was walking along the shore aimlessly, looking out to the sunset. Frank being the nosey, annoying teenage boy he was, decided to go see who this person was. He quietly walked across the sand, his converse filling with sand as it came in through the holes in the sides.
As Frank got closer the figure turned revealing the boy Frank had been hit with a ball by. Gerard smiled a little at Frank when he saw him.
“Hey.” He said going over to Frank.
“Hi…”
“What are you doing down this late?” Gerard asked.
“I could ask you the same thing.” Frank pointed out smiling back at Gerard.
Gerard laughed, “Touché. But really, why are you here?”
“I was lonely and it’s such a nice night…”
“It is. Why were you lonely?” Frank sat down in the sand and Gerard sat with him. He played with the sand as he answered Gerard’s question, “I have no brothers and sisters. Playing guitar all day and having no friends is lonely I guess.” Frank shrugged.
“Oh.” There was silence for a bit before Gerard spoke again. “I’ll be your friend.”
“What?” Frank asked looking at Gerard surprise written all over his face –not literally of course.
“I said, I’ll be your friend. You seem…nice.”
“Thanks. So why are you down here?”
“Dammit, thought you’d forgotten.” They laughed, “Well I like it…it’s so peaceful. I like drawing and this gives me ideas.” Frank hummed in acknowledgement. Gerard scooted a little closer to Frank, it was cold. Frank shivered and wrapped his arms around himself. “You cold?”
“Yeah.” Frank answered rubbing his hands against his arms.
“Here,” Gerard wrapped an arm around Frank, instantly warming him up. “Better?”
“Much,” Frank said snuggling into Gerard more. “Thanks….”
“No problem.” Gerard smiled at him and kissed the top of his head. After a while of just sitting in the sand Gerard spoke up again and said something that ended up changing both their lives, "You're beautiful."
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