It was a cold and rainy night, and Gerard was home alone. Or so he thought. He was watching his favourite television show, The Aquabats, when he heard a loud bang come from the kitchen.
“Jesus Christ if that's Frank trying to steal my damn pickles again I'm going flip shit!” Gerard said angrily, throwing his batman blanket off of himself and storming to the kitchen. Sure enough, there was Frank on the floor sucking on a pickle.
“FOR FUCK SAKES FRANK, THIS IS THE NINTH TIME THIS WEEK!” Gerard said as he snatched the pickle out of Frank's hand.
“But Gerard!” Frank pouted.
“No! You need to go to the grocery store and get your own pickles. How did you even get in here?” Gerard was almost screaming.
“I broke your window.” Frank said shamefully, staring down at the floor.
Gerard muttered something under his breath and went to find the window Frank was talking about. Frank knew Gerard wouldn't let him go without a lecture about stealing pickles, so he saw this as his chance to escape.
Frank opened the door and slammed it shut behind him. Gerard probably heard the doors slam so he booted out of there as fast as he could.
From behind him he could hear the door now opening again. Now Frank could hear somebody running behind him. Now he could hear somebody panting. Now he had been tackled.
“FRANK IERO!” Gerard screamed, “DON'T YOU EVER FUCKING RUN FROM ME AGAIN YOU BITCH.”
“Gerard! I-I-” Frank was cut off by Gerard's lips. He pulled away.
“Why are you kissing me?!” Frank demanded.
“I want you to have this.” Gerard took a pickle shaped box out from his coat pocket. “It's a do-it-yourself pickle kit. My great grandmother gave it to me when I was a young boy, of course, that was before my father took me into the city to see a marching band.”
“Gerard..I...” Frank was at a loss for words. The pickle kit was so beautiful.
“No need to thank me Frank, now let's go grow some pickles.”
The End

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