Halloween


I finished doing Mikey's fox make-up for Slightly and closed the orange I'd been using.

"Gee, will you do mine?" Frank asked.

I giggled. "Of course, Frankie." I patted the counter and he scrambled into it. "What kind of make-up do you want?"

"A girl's make-up. Like Wendy." I nodded and started doing his make-up like a girl.

Ray sat at the table and watched in amusement. "How are you so good at that?"

"Gee went to art school," Mikey said, pulling on his orange shoes for today. We'd done his hair so it stuck out of the hooded onsie just a little and his rarely used contacts had made an appearance. In all he looked like a tall version of Slightly, but we were all too tall so it was fine.

The four of us basically looked like if the lost boys had a reunion a few years after they left Neverland.

It had started to get dark around an hour ago and Frank was able to convince me to let him put on his costume.

Ray and Mikey cooed over Frank in his dress and teased me about my tights. At least I'm not the one dressed in the onesie this time.

We all grabbed our pillow cases and headed out to go trick-or-treating.



"Geeeeeee," Mikey whined.

"Yes?"

"Can Ray and I go trick-or-treating together? We won't go far and it's," he checked his phone, "8:30 now. We'll be back by 10:30."

I sighed. "Okay. Don't go off anywhere and have sex," I whispered so Frank wouldn't hear. Mikey and Ray blushed bright red.

"Gerard! We're not like that."

"I know," I laughed. "Go have fun. Make out with your boyfriend." They walked away, hand in hand and blushing.

"Where are they going, Gee?" Frank asked.

"They wanted to go trick-or-treating by themselves. We'll meet them at home later."

"Okay," Frank said and walked ahead.

We walked around for a little while longer before Frank stopped walking in the middle of the sidewalk.

"Frankie?" I asked, turning to face him.

His eyes snapped to my face. "Ge-Gerard?" he stuttered.

I stepped closer. "Frank?"

"Gerard," he whispered, throwing himself at me and giving me a hug.

"Frank!" I stood frozen for a second before hugging Frank tightly back. He let go and smiled at me.

"What?" He asked giggling at the look on my face. I shook it off. How long will this one last.

"Nothing, Frankie." I smiled at him. He slipped our hands together. I felt the blush run through my face.

"I love the tights, did I tell you, Gerard?" He said looking up at me with that classic guy smirk on his face.

"Says the guy in the dress," I reply playfully.

"Oh, shove off Gerard, or should I say Peter!" He says chuckling. I hip check him lightly.

"Wendy." He looks up at me, smiling.

I stare into his hazel eyes. There is an unusual glint in his eye, and just as I see it, it goes.

He jerked my arm with our intertwined hands. "C'MON GEE!" He yelled before dragging me off to a random house.


~9:30~


Me and Frank walked down the street again, back to the house. As we got back I changed into more comfortable clothes.

"Frank, why don't you change too?" I yelled from our bedroom.

"No, Gee! Not yet! Can we watch Beetlejuice? Pleeease!" He yelled. I sighed walking from the room back to the living room.

"Sure Frankie, we can watch the movie, but at ten, bedtime." I said. Frankie cheered and I sat next to him, starting the movie.

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