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It's Not a Fashion Statement, It's a Deathwish

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Frank was blindfolded and carried somewhere, the whole time screaming profanities at Gerard.

"Let me go! I am NOT your whore!" he yelled. He kicked his short legs and flopped on Gerard's shoulder. He liked Gerard, honestly, but right now he was scared shitless. It seemed like he was planning some fucked up stuff that would involve him being damn neared killed, if not hospitalized.

"Frankie," Gerard said, rubbing his forehead with his free hand.

"What?" Frank snapped, trying to pull the skirt Hayley forced him to wear down.

"Shut the hell up, you're giving me a headache," he said blankly.

Frank was quiet for a few seconds but then returned to squirming. "Dammit, Frank, I'm not going to hurt you," Gerard said. "Vampires will never hurt you."

"You're a vampire?" Frank asked incredulously.

"No. I was stating the truth," Gerard replied casually. Frank felt Gee set him down. The blindfold, which was just a bandanna. They were in the supply room, which was just a large room stocked with paper, pens, ink and whatever else they needed. Frank began to stand but Gerard gently pushed him back down.

"Now, Frank," he said calmly. "I want to talk to you, okay?" Frank rose an eyebrow. "No violence, no bullshit. Just pure conversation. Got it?"

Frank glared at him momentarily and said, "Drop the banana, Gerard."

Gerard tossed the banana elsewhere. "Dude, it's just a berry," he said.

Frank looked confused. "What?"

"Bananas are a type of berry," Gerard stated. He leaned in close to Frank and said, "Do you not know this?"

"Well, no," Frank replied. He avoided eye contact. "But for a guy he avoids fruit at all means, I panned you to be clueless about fruit."

Gerard laughed. "Hateful but smart," he corrected. He smirked and Frank blushed bright red.

"We're going on a date," Gerard stated blankly.

"What?" Frank asked. Was he serious or was he just fucking with him to make him feel stupid?

"Me, you, date," Gerard said. "Saturday. 7 o'clock."

"J-just as friends?" Frank asked, trying to contain his excitement.

"Anything you want," Gerard replied. "We could go as friends, actual dates, giraffes...I don't even fucking care. I just want to go on a date with you, okay? I like you and your stupid costume." He lightly yanked at Frank's hoop earrings.

"Okay. Sounds...nice. Can I leave now?" Frank asked.

"Sure babe," Gerard replied. Frank tried to not blush because Gee called everyone 'babe', 'sugar', 'honey', and anything else along those lines. It made sense now; Gerard was gay as fuck. Frank was gay as fuck. They were two homosexual guys. This sort of explained Gerard's sass and humor, considering that he liked to make penis jokes constantly. Then again, who didn't?

Gerard opened the door. "Out," he said. "If Hayley and Brendon-"

"The Banana Gang Bang," Frank corrected.

Gerard looked confused. "You gang bang with bananas?"

"No!" Frank yelled. "This isn't 2kids1sanbox. That's sick and...that poor banana."

"I know," Gerard said. "It was weird. How'd that guy get a banana up his-"

"STop!" Frank interrupted. He covered his ears. "We're going on a date. Don't ruin it with the speak of brutal banana rape."

Gerard simply nodded and let Frank leave the room and head back to the Ballpit. He had to admit, though, Frank's ass looked nice in that skirt.