Frerard is Real

Patrick's shoulder bag hit against his side as he walked towards his car. He stuck his hand into his pocket, struggling to get his keys. He snatched them up into the palm of his hand before opening his car door. He paused, "Can I help you?" He knew someone was behind him, but he wasn't expecting him.
Pete Wentz grinned as he stuck his hands into his leather jacket, "Hey Patrick."
Patrick shot up an eye brow, "What are you doing here?"
Pete walked towards his friend, "I can ask you the same thing." Pete added, "I asked your wife where you were and I was surprised that it was this place...you do know this is a place of counseling, right?"
Patric found it odd that his wife would tell his friend where he was at-yet again, he never did tell her to keep it a secret. Patrick shut his car door, "Yes, I am aware of that."
Pete replied, "Well, I'm just checking...but you do know you can come talk to me-"
"I'm not a client if that's what you're suggesting. I'm, as a matter in fact, am a counselor."
Pete smiled, "that's great! I don't know why I'm not surprised, you're a great guy who loves helping people."
Patrick's cheeks flushed pink. He brushed his hands through his hair, "shucks, you know how to make someone smile." He laughed.
Pete grinned, "So, what kind of group are you counseling?"
"That is between me and my clients only." Patrick winked.
Pete raised his hands to the side of him and took a step back, "Alright, alright, I get it. It's confidential," he smirked as he placed his hands down, "Listen, if you ever need help with the group, I'm good with words."
Patrick re-opened his car door, "I'll keep that in mind." He smiled.
Pete tossed his head back with a smile and opened up his arms, "Come over here."
Patrick joked, "I couldn't refuse if I tried!" Patrick smacked his body into Pete's, taking in the scent of cologne. To Pete, it lasted for years, though to Patrick, it lasted five seconds. Patrick pulled away, "I'll see you some other time, okay?"
Pete winked, "Alrighty." Pete watched Patrick enter his car and drive off into the night. Pete placed his hands into his pockets again before kicking a pebble, heading towards his car. His last thought was about the hug before driving off.

~

Gerard groaned as his tossed his blanket over his head. He had too much on his mind. Mikey was oddly keeping his distance, Frank was smiling like everything was okay when it really wasn't, Ray was probably the only one who was acting normal-though Gerard knew he was faking it, he still gave him credit. Gerard tossed his body on his small twin bed in frustration. It was midnight, he should be sleeping but his mind wouldn't shut up with theories.
"Hey."
Gerard peered off the top bunk to find Frank laying underneath him in the bottom bunk, smiling up at him. Frank whispered, "Having trouble sleeping?"
Gerard said nothing but nodded.
Frank then reached from underneath his bottom bunk and pulled out-a comic book. Gerard smiled as Frank handed him the comic, "Cat woman. I thought since you love comics so much, I'd bring one along,"
Gerard whispered, "Thank you."
Frank reached his head up closer to Gerard's, "You're welcome." his words brushed against Gerard's lips.
Gerard knew it was risky, but he leaned in and planted a kiss onto Frank's lips. The two had a moment, just to be ruined by Gerard's hair which landed on Frank's eye. Frank and Gerard chuckled quietly at the scene. Frank then brushed Gerard's hair back before kissing his lips again. Frank pulled away, "Goodnight, love. Sweet dreams."
Gerard smiled as Frank disappeared underneath his bed. Gerard sighed quietly as he looked up at the ceiling of the rv.
This is going to be a very long trip.

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