Frank meets Ray and Bob! And then some random weirdness. :D Read read and review you!
Rainbow Socks, Punk Clubs, and Head Shaking
A/N: Sorry for the shortness, but I just love writing this story,. It's just super fun to write, and yeah. I'm so happy that you guys made my last chapter green! I was just, wow. I know this update seems rather fast, but I think I might be busy this week so it's best if I post it now.
I hope you enjoy! :D:D
“I figured. Mikey has like seven of them. Each with a different colored gem in it.” Bob told Frank, who just smiled in amusement.
“Each colored gem represents a different mood, so I wear them according to it.” Mikey added.
Ray and I were just watching the scene, amused smirks tugging at our lips.
As the scene played out, Ray whispered to me,” So what’s with the piercing? I thought you hated needles.”
I whispered back, “I do. But I lost a bet with Mikey and had to get a piercing, which is how I met this guy here.” I gestured towards Frank, who was now into an argument with Bob and Mikey about what color would look best in Jared Leto’s hair.
How the fuck did that come up?
They were just talking about Mikey’s tiaras!
“Oh. Is he like your new guy to lust after?” Ray winked at me. He knows about my habit of picking up cute guys. They never see past my ‘shy innocent’ act. I love it, always works like a charm.
“Nah. I actually like Frankie here. Not just good looks, he’s got personality.” I gazed dreamily at him. He’s got the prettiest eyes…..
“Gerard!” Bob snapped at me.
“Wouldn’t Jared Leto’s hair look waaay better with red in it?” he looked at me with pleading eyes. Shit, they were really serious about this.
“Nah Gerard! It would look way better with blonde!” Mikey interjected, and he was holding his tiara in a very menacing manner.
I didn’t want to die via tiara, so I was just about to agree with him when Frank spoke up.
“Nah! Both of you are wrong! His hair would look gorgeous with purple!”
“Actually, I think Frankie here is right.” I smiled at him, which he graciously returned.
I’ll need to put some purple in my hair now.
“I think he’s right too!” Ray nodded, his hair bobbing along with him.
“Ray just agreed because he wanted a reason to nod his head so his hair could bounce.” Mikey pouted, with his arms crossed.
Bob pinched his cheeks and smirked. “Well Mikey, seems like you were wrong.”
“But so are you! You said it would look good with red!” Ray laughed.
“Shut it Toro. I did not say that. I agreed with Frank here.”
“Bob, you clearly told me it would look better with red in it.” I shook my head. He always tried to pull the stupidest shit.
“Whatever.” He rolled his blue eyes at me. “So where did you meet Frank here? I’ve never met him.”
“Well Bob, if you haven’t noticed, I got a piercing.” I pointed to my nose.
“I see, it looks good, not better than my lip piercing, but good.”
“Thanks I guess. Anyways, Frank was the one who pierced me.” Bob can be so conceited with his damn piercing, he thinks it attracts all the ladies and shit. But I've never seen any ladies around him......
“Whoa, what does that have to do with your nose stud?!” Bob’s eyes widened.
“Bob you twit, he meant that Frank pierced his nose!” Mikey whacked him on the side of his head, knocking some of his hair onto his face.
“Thank you for that Mikey.” I bowed to him before continuing. “So we got to talking and shit, so now he’s my new, errr-“
Shit, what do I call him? If I say boyfriend, it would be too sudden. If I say friend, he might take it the wrong way. What am I supposed to say?
“We’re not sure about that yet.” Frank winked at me.
Le sigh, that was close.
“I see.” Bob stroked his imaginary goatee.
“Alright!” Mikey clapped.”Now that we have all met Frank here, let’s go partay!”
“Mikey, could you wait a moment?” Ray sighed, “I haven’t greeted Frank here for the first time.”
“Ohhh, you’re gonna do it?” I smiled at Ray.
“Do what?” a confused Frank asked to no one in particular.
“He’s gonna do to you what he does to everyone he meets.” Bob and Mikey said.
“And what’s that?” he asked, still perplexed.
“This!” Ray ran towards him, almost tripping on a stray condom wrapper.
Yeah, I said condom wrapper. Problem?
He tackled Frank and engulfed him into the most lung constricting hug imaginable, followed by tickling him with his fro, and then the grand finale.
He snogged him. On the lips, with tongue.
Nah, just kidding. He picked him up bridal style and then spun him around. Frank was now just laughing his ass off, clearly enjoying it.
Ray put him back down on the couch, and then breathed heavily, hands on knees.
“For a tiny fucker, you’re still heavy.” He chuckled breathlessly.
“Thanks, I work out.” Frank flexed his arms, and you could see just a hint of muscle there.
“Alright, now that that’s done with, can we go?” Bob tapped his foot on the floor.
“Yes! Let’s go! Like right now!” Mikey jumped up and down, he can be so childish.
“Wait! You didn’t even ask Gerard and Frank if they want to go!” Ray shook his head at Mikey.
There seems to be a lot of head shaking tonight, mostly towards Mikey.
He snorted, “Gerard won’t want to go. He’ll probably just stay here and fuck Frank.”
Bob gasped, Frank began blushing uncontrollably, and Ray just stood there.
“I am not going to fuck Frank! I just met him Mikey!” I shot back. I did want to, but I sure as hell wasn’t gonna say it.
“Please Gerard, both you and I know you’ve done that before.”
“That doesn’t mean I’m gonna do it tonight!” I sighed; Mikey can be so damn annoying sometimes.
“Alright, enough of this.” Bob cut in, before it got any worse. “Look what you’ve done to poor little Frank here.”
He was just sitting there, blushing intensely and nibbling his lip.
He looked adorable.
“I apologize for Mikey’s bluntness Frankie.” Ray looked at him apologetically. “Do you wanna go out with us tonight?”
“Uhh, where are you guys going?” he asked. I’m surprised he even wants to go out with them, and by them, I mean Mikey.
“We’re gonna go to Spicy, some new punk club that just opened up.” Bob informed.
Frank’s eyes lit up. “Punk club? Oh hell yeah! Punk is the shit!”
“Awesome.” Ray smiled. “Are you gonna go too Gerard?”
“Errr, I’m not sure…”
“Aww, c’mon Gerard, it’ll be fun!” Frank pressed. He looked so excited, bouncing up and down on the couch, just like a little kid.
“But I look horrible…”
“Gerard, you know that you don’t look horrible.” Mikey looked at me. “You’re one of the cockiest fuckers I know, and I mean that kindly.”
“GERARD!” the three yelled in frustration, they even flailed their arms around.
They must really want me to go.
“Fine. I’ll go too. But just because you guys begged.” Frank smiled at me, and Ray, Bob, and Mikey just rolled their eyes. “But let me go get my make-up bag so I can get decent on the way there.”
“You are such a girl.” Mikey muttered.
“Says the guy who owns hair straighteners, wears elephant slippers, owns a mirror desk thingy, owns tiaras, and believes in unicorns!” I yelled as I ran upstairs.
“At least I don’t watch America’s Next Top Model!” he shot back.
Upstairs I heard Bob, Ray and Frank telling Mikey that they watch that show.
Ha you little fucker.
Ha to the motherfucking ha.
I grabbed my zombie make-up bag and ran back downstairs. I nearly tripped on one of Mikey’s rainbow socks on the way, but stopped myself just before I tumbled down the stairs.
“Shit Mikey! Stop leaving your socks everywhere!” I scolded him as I got back to the living room.
“Oh sorry. I think I left them there a few nights ago when I came back with Jerry.”
“Gross Mikey, Jerry has chest hair.” I pretend vomited.
“So, he has a big cock.” He shrugged.
“MIKEY!” Bob yelled. “Shut the fuck up!”
“Well he does.”
“Let’s just go.” Ray said.
So the five of us set off in Ray’s car too Spicy. Maybe it'll be a pretty fun night, frank's here after all.
A/N: So what did you think? Was it sucky, horrible, my worst work ever? I hope not, but be honest. :) Rate and Review please!
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What do you guys think about rainbow socks??