If I can't have you - Frerard/Frikey
chapter 5 - change
"Frank...what are you doing?"
"What does it look like Gee?" Murmured Frank around the batter covered spoon he had stuck in his mouth
"It LOOKS like you're throwing flour at some invisible force" muttered Gerard as he wrapped his arms around his boyfriends...ex boyfriends...waist.
"I'm making a cake you spazz" he giggled.
"I'm the spazz? I'm not the one who got flower all over the kitchen...god Mikey's gonna kill you"
"But you won't let him " franks head lolled back against Gerard's chest, looking up at him with hazel green doe eyes.
"I don't know...it would make the house a hell of a lot easier to clean"
"What? You can't let him kill me!"
"I actually could though Frankie" he smirked against his shorter boyfriend soft black hair, it smelt like the strawberry and cream shampoo he used, he chuckled "y'know, for some punk you do use sissy shampoo"
"What's wrong with my shampoo?" He muttered, a hand nervously brushing though his black hair"
"Nothing, it's nice, and makes it obvious who's the girl in our relationship"
"I'm not the one who dyed my hair pink"
"One, it's red you adorable whore, and two, you don't seem to be the guy in the bedroom."
"Whore?"
"Yup, what else could moan like that?"
"you're mean" Frank stuck out his bottom lip and widens his green-amber eyes "I don't like you anymore"
"you don't love me like you did yesterday?"
"i don't love you like i did yesterday" he smirked up at his red headed boyfriend
"Then i'll just have to kidnap you then" the words seemed so innocent at the time, so playful.
"hmm...no, i could take you in a fight"
"hell no! i could take you on any day Iero!"
"come on then!"
~~
Frank woke up, the pain in his stomach gnawing away at him, his throat felt like someone had stuck a bundle of sand paper down his windpipe.his long black hair was greasy and tangled, hanging limp in front of his sad eyes that had been drained of all hope and happiness. mixtures of old and new scars were zig-zagged up is arms,legs and stomach,some were bleeding out onto the dirty hard wood floors, 5 day. in that time he had drank maybe, 100ml of water. no food, unless pills to keep him awake count. he didn't even want to think about what had happened over the past few days. it was the kind of thing that happened in vivid horror stories or in old news paper articles that were deemed to graphic to publish, not to sixteen year old boys. he just wanted some one, anyone to come save him.
"What does it look like Gee?" Murmured Frank around the batter covered spoon he had stuck in his mouth
"It LOOKS like you're throwing flour at some invisible force" muttered Gerard as he wrapped his arms around his boyfriends...ex boyfriends...waist.
"I'm making a cake you spazz" he giggled.
"I'm the spazz? I'm not the one who got flower all over the kitchen...god Mikey's gonna kill you"
"But you won't let him " franks head lolled back against Gerard's chest, looking up at him with hazel green doe eyes.
"I don't know...it would make the house a hell of a lot easier to clean"
"What? You can't let him kill me!"
"I actually could though Frankie" he smirked against his shorter boyfriend soft black hair, it smelt like the strawberry and cream shampoo he used, he chuckled "y'know, for some punk you do use sissy shampoo"
"What's wrong with my shampoo?" He muttered, a hand nervously brushing though his black hair"
"Nothing, it's nice, and makes it obvious who's the girl in our relationship"
"I'm not the one who dyed my hair pink"
"One, it's red you adorable whore, and two, you don't seem to be the guy in the bedroom."
"Whore?"
"Yup, what else could moan like that?"
"you're mean" Frank stuck out his bottom lip and widens his green-amber eyes "I don't like you anymore"
"you don't love me like you did yesterday?"
"i don't love you like i did yesterday" he smirked up at his red headed boyfriend
"Then i'll just have to kidnap you then" the words seemed so innocent at the time, so playful.
"hmm...no, i could take you in a fight"
"hell no! i could take you on any day Iero!"
"come on then!"
~~
Frank woke up, the pain in his stomach gnawing away at him, his throat felt like someone had stuck a bundle of sand paper down his windpipe.his long black hair was greasy and tangled, hanging limp in front of his sad eyes that had been drained of all hope and happiness. mixtures of old and new scars were zig-zagged up is arms,legs and stomach,some were bleeding out onto the dirty hard wood floors, 5 day. in that time he had drank maybe, 100ml of water. no food, unless pills to keep him awake count. he didn't even want to think about what had happened over the past few days. it was the kind of thing that happened in vivid horror stories or in old news paper articles that were deemed to graphic to publish, not to sixteen year old boys. he just wanted some one, anyone to come save him.
@RubyToroIeroWayLeto
okay cool thanks!
5/28/14