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The Fallen and The Found.

Hold me close, don't let go.

Gerard tipped the kettle forward, careful not to spill any of the precious coffee. “How are you feeling?” he asked Frank, placing it down on the kitchen counter, before turning to look at him. Frank was curled into the sofa, draped in their quilt that Gerard had insisted on being there. He was watching crap television and looking better already. “Fine actually, I probably just ate too much.” He said. Gerard nodded, and cupped his hands around his mug of steaming liquid, bringing it to him. Gerard perched on he corner of the couch, resting his head on Frank's shoulder. “What do you want to do today?” Frank contemplated this, “Shopping? We have no food in the house at all, you eat too much, Gerard.” he laughed, punching him lightly on the shoulder. “Okay, I don't have any petrol though.” he mumbled, Frank told him it was okay and waved his keys at his face. “I'll drive, it's fine.” Gerard remembered that he wasn't even dressed.
“I'll just get in the shower, you're already washed and dressed, right?”
“Right, unfortunately” Gerard scrunched up his nose at him, giggling a little. Frank pouted and stuck out his tongue.


The water was hot on his skin and burned a little, but that was how Gerard liked it, it woke him up, the way he put it; he was burning off the bad bits of the day before. Even he, himself, admitted that was weird. But that's the way his brain worked. As he stood in the shower, thinking over his life; as you do. He realised he hadn't wrote a song or practised with the band for a while, I must get that done he thought, before shutting off the water. He sighed in annoyance, he hated getting out of the shower, even though he hated getting in. He always had stuff to do, no time for that. But once he relaxed in there, he never wanted to get out.
But then he remembered Frank was in the other room and perked up a little. He really did love that man.
Speaking of which, he'd just walked into the room, a smile on his face. His arms were stretched out wide and holding a big fluffy white towel. ”C'mon Gerard, I wanna go out, I'm bored on my own.” Gerard smiled back, jumping out of the shower in defeat. ”Fine, munchkin.” Frank chimed in objection, but ignored him. He didn't really get offended with anything really, especially not with Gerard.
“I need some clothes.” he moaned, wandering into the bedroom and flinging open the wardrobe. “These will do.” Frank said, throwing a pile of fabric, that seemed to be exploding with colour. “Hmm... maybe not” Gerard said, putting them down on the drawer, and patting them lightly, a gesture as if to say; You meant well, but seriously, they look hideous. “These then?” Frank asked, throwing him a pile of pitch black clothes. “Much better.” he laughed, pulling them on as Frank watched, which surprisingly didn't bother him at all.


Gerard pulled the seatbelt over himself and Frank mirrored him, turning the keys into the ignition. They drove happily down the road, stopping at a few traffic lights and whizzing round a few round-a-bouts. “Nice day today” Frank commented, smiling out of the window. “Lovely one” Gerard replied, squeezing his arm gently, watching the passers-by. After they reached the town centre, they hopped out of either side of the car, slamming the doors behind them. They wandered hand in hand towards the main shopping square, the weather seemed to be brightening slightly, the sun peaking out of the clouds as if eager to get a good view. Gerard walked into the store, holding open the door for Frank. “Oooh, AP mag!” he squeaked a little, grabbing a copy and stuffing it in the basket. Gerard gave him a mock disproving look, “Essentials only” he grinned. “I know” he beamed back, throwing a chocolate bar into the mix. Gerard sighed, before grabbing a chocolate bar of his own and admitting defeat.
After milling around in the shops for a while, they went into 'Target; a health and cosmetics store. This is where Gerard got his eye-liner, and Frank got his hair dye.
“What colour are you dying your hair next, Gee?” Frank asked, picking up various packets, including berry blast, ocean green, and violent violet.
“Brown.” he stated simply. “Brown?” Frank asked, a look on his face that represented that he thought that was indeed; a highly boring and simple choice for a man of such beauty. “You think not?” Gerard asked, rubbing his face in thought. “Nope, you can pull off another colour. Green?” Gerard paused. “Green, I like it.” Frank smiled defiantly. “That's better.”
They walked to the checkout, Gerard had bought some green eyeshadow, a bottle of 'Mystic Green' hair dye and packet of cigarettes.
The lady at the check-out gave them weird looks, and they wondered how many weird guys buying makeup she got in here? Most likely, not a lot.
They thanked her and left, avoiding the dodgy looking gangsters outside and making their way to Gerard's car. “I'm driving!” Frank stuck out his tongue. “Ugh, fine.” Gerard laughed, getting into the passenger seat.

Time stood still.

In that moment a million things were happening. The car was spinning out of control, Frank's panicked face was all Gerard could see. He called out, before darkness over swept them both, into a dark slumber, unaware of everything that was happening, Gerard awoke to the sound of a faint beeping.

Notes

THIS IS NOT JUST A DRAMA LLAMA, IT'S AN ALPACALYPSE!!
Wow, it's been a long time since I updated(Five months...oops..) Enjoy!:3

Comments

@mikeysminexx
tryyiinng xD
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11/14/13
come on gee gee! update now! xoxoxoxoxo
mikeysminexx mikeysminexx
11/12/13
@firebirdofthenight
Haha nope, not at all ;) thanks for liking it!!!:D
inactive123 inactive123
5/14/13
I LIKE THIS A LOT
...is it strange that my first thought when Frank started throwing up was "M-PREG!!!"?
Enjoy it <3
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3/23/13