.:Frerard!:. ONESHOT When Frank decides to visit the local Internet café what will he find? Rated for swearing and stupidity.
It was 5:30pm in Belleview. The sky was a dark violet and the clouds were a depressing shade of grey. Many people were already in their homes and snuggled up by the fire places. It was supposed to snow tonight and the people of Belleview knew that it was a long shot but still, they were inside waiting for the supposed magical moment when the heavens released the white gift that set the scene of every Christmas.
Shame it was January.
A raven haired man walked hurriedly down the sidewalk holding a leather briefcase. Occasionally he’d look up the see where he was. He was dressed in a blazer of sorts, a plaid scarf, tight fitting jeans and scruffy boots that had many holes in. If it did snow, he was most likely going to return home with cold feet.
The man’s name was Gerard. He worked in the local comic book store and rarely left it. On weekends he would visit family or some of the few friends he had, He had a simple life and loved it dearly.
Once a week he would make a small amount of time to go the local internet café and surf the internet whilst enjoying a nice cup of piping hot coffee. He went every Wednesday when it was the least busy and sat at the window where someone had scratched ‘Squirrel’ into the hard glass.
Today was a Wednesday.
“Hey Doreen!” Gerard smiled as he un-wrapped his scarf from his neck as he walked into the warm atmosphere of the internet café. Doreen was the 40 something year old waitress who stood behind the counter all day without moving; not even once. She gave Gerard a weak smile and walked over to the espresso machine before preparing a cup of the brown liquid. Gerard grinned and sat at his regular seat before pulling his laptop out of its case and logging onto his comic blog.
Suddenly the door opened to the café. Gerard turned around in shock. No-one usually came in after him. Heck, no-one came in at all. Gerard found himself staring at the new comer with a great deal of interest. The new comer pulled off his gloves and shook off the hood that hid his face. Now Gerard was really staring.
The new comer was a man who looked ever so young. He had floppy dark brown hair and dreamy golden eyes. Gerard wondered momentarily if the man’s eyes were made from pure gold before remembering that pure gold is a liquid and would most likely burn the man’s face off. And oh what a beautiful face the man had. Gerard quickly scanned the man from top the bottom and turned back to face his computer before the man caught sight of Gerard’s staring. Little did Gerard know that the man was now staring at him…
The man with the golden eyes was a student named Frank Iero. He had only recently moved to Belleview and decided to check out the local scene at night. Despite the many warnings of murder, violence and of course snow, the youth wanted to experience the night for himself. Now Frank found himself in the internet café and self-proclaimed ‘’Home of the best cappuccino in town’. He looked around the place with delight. It was just what he had expected. Musty old books lay on dusted shelves, wooden tables scattered all over the place and an antique looking coffee machine. Finally Frank’s eyes settled on something other than scenery. His eyes had become glued to this raven haired man who was in fact glued to his laptop. Frank sighed dreamily inside his head and walked over to the counter where a middle-aged woman stood with a look of disinterest plastered all over her face.
“Welcome stranger, what can I get for ya?” She almost groaned and removed a notepad from her stained pink apron. Frank cleared his throat.
“Urm.. Coffee?” He questioned himself. The woman rolled her eyes.
“Type?” She moaned this time. Frank turned a bright shade of red and looked down.
“C-Cappuccino.” He stammered. The woman nodded and turned to her coffee machine. Frank nodded and sat down two seats away from the raven haired man and opened up his netbook from his satchel before silently agreeing in his head that this was this right place to be.
Gerard looked up from his blank screen and watched the young man open his laptop and smile to himself. He couldn’t help but wonder who he was and why he was here. Perhaps he was a Russian bomb expert from Tokyo Gerard wondered but then again realised that his thoughts were somewhat idiotic and didn’t make sense. Gerard smiled to himself softly as he remembered the man’s face. Sure it was pretty but there was something about it… something, unique.
Suddenly, a chat box popped up on Gerard’s screen much to Gerard’s surprise. In fact, this surprised Gerard so much he thrashed his arms about and knocked over his fresh cup of coffee all over his new shoes. Gerard scowled. He hadn’t even drunk any of the coffee and he’s only had those shoes for a day.
The chat box made another noise. This time Gerard investigated.
Oh shit dude! Sorry!
Gerard eyed the message curiously before typing in a screen name and replying.
Who are you?
Frank. Frank Iero. And yourself?
Gerard Way. Do I know you?
Nope. I wish I knew you though. You look pretty awesome.
Gerard blushed to himself before realising that it could be a paedophile talking to him.
Where are you Frank Iero... if that is your real name?
Ha-ha, look infront of you.
With this new piece of information Gerard tilted his head to the side and saw none other than the mysterious unique stranger staring back at him with a gentle smile and friendly eyes.
“Hi Gerard.” Frank smiled. Gerard smiled dumbly at him.
“Hi.” Gerard replied. Frank giggled softy which made Gerard grin. Frank’s giggle sounded like chimes or some other girly thing like that. Well, it did to Gerard.
Frank looked over at Gerard’s grin. God Gerard had small teeth! They were pretty though… if teeth can be pretty. Frank moved forward awkwardly and leant on the table in an attempt to look cool. This of course backfired.
“AAAAAH FUCKK!!!!!!” Frank screamed. Unwittingly Frank had put his hand in the pool of steaming coffee that Gerard had spilled beforehand. Gerard’s face flushed with panic.
“Woah dude! You okay?!” He asked, genuinely concerned about the strangers wellbeing. Frank shook his hand about in the air and grimaced.
“I’m fine! God this hurts.” Frank spoke through his teeth to try and numb the pain subconsciously. It wasn’t helping to say the least.
“Here. Let me look.” Gerard smiled and held Frank’s hand in his. It felt like lightning bolts as their skin touched. A bit odd and cliché but it was true…
Gerard looked up at Frank and smiled dumbly. Frank did the same. There was tension between them but not really a bad one. Gerard shook his head and flushed a pink-ish shade of red.
“Sorry!” Mumbled Gerard who was clearly embarrassed. Heck, he was more embarrassed than that time he forgot to wear his jeans to school… and boxers for that matter…
Frank smiled softly at Gerard in an attempt to make him feel less embarrassed and maybe even turn Gerard’s cheeks back to a normal colour. Gerard smiled back awkwardly and looked around nervously. Frank thought it upon himself to start conversation.
“You’re blushing Gee.” Frank grinned. Gerard looked up at Frank with a confused expression.
“Gee?” He stated. Frank all of a sudden went very red himself.
“I…urm…give people nicknames! Yes that’s it! It’s not cause I think you’re cute or anything! Nooooo… totally not that.” Frank stammered and face palmed when the reality of what he said sunk in. Gerard looked at him with the same confused expression. How could this golden eyed adorable man fin him cute?! Impossible!
“Woah sorry dude! Just me and my big mouth. I know you’re not gay… I’ll just like go.” Frank muttered and walked out of the café in a hurry. Gerard pursed him closely and walked outside of the front door. The cold hit him like a ton of bricks or like an invisible wall that someone had placed in front of him just to psych him out. He looked ran towards Frank and grabbed him shoulder which wasn’t exactly a challenge considering how short Frank was. ‘He’s was like a tall midget!’ Gerard’s mind screamed and of course… it did not make any sense.
“Hey what?” Frank asked in a daze. Gerard smiled at him.
“I never said I wasn’t Frank.” He smiled softly. Frank blushed.
“Oh…Haha.” Frank laughed awkwardly and rubbed his arms. The cold was starting to get to him.
“You’re blushing now.” Gerard stated and stepped closer to the golden eyed sex god AKA Frank. Frank was now blushing even more. Gerard’s lips were moving closer to him. Suddenly Frank’s lips were too!
They were inches apart…
And then suddenly.
The first snow flake of the season landed on Frank’s nose and covered it in cold water. Gerard laughed softly.
“First internet blunders and now this?! I think I might faint.” Frank gasped in mock horror. Gerard laughed and put his arms around the stranger who was now potentially his lover.
“Don’t worry, I’d catch you.” His smiled sweetly. Frank laughed.
“Knowing you you’d probably drop me!” Frank giggled. The two shared a laugh and looked up to the snow filled sky and sighed dreamily.
Internet blunders can lead to exciting adventures.
Please R&R and thanks for reading sexeh people ;D