Silently

"You really should quit." Frank muttered in disgust as he bagged the comics Gerard was paying for. He wasn't sure when or how he learned Gerard's name, but he did and he wouldn't forget it for a while. Not while Gerard showed up every Friday evening at 5:42 exactly.
"Yeah?" Gerard recalled around the cigarette between his teeth.
"Yeah." Frank nodded. "Can't you read? No smoking signs, asshole." He barked, handing over the bag containing comics he would rather NOT talk about.
Gerard merely sighed, blowing smoke out through his nose. "'Course I can read. Why else would I come here every Friday for comics?" He retorted, snorting.
"You, Gerard Way, can go fuck off somewhere else."
"Ooh, so mean, Frank Iero. Full names. I can do that too." Gerard smirked, leaning on his elbows on the counter, blowing smoke directly in Frank's face as he breathed out. Frank swore up and down it was on purpose, but maybe it wasn't.
"Yeah? Just go back to your vampiric lifestyle." Frank snorted, waving a costumer over to a separate cash register. Gerard only sighed, straightening up only to hop over the counter, his feet only barely touching the ground. A little smirk placed on his lips was actually succeeding in pissing off Frank.
Frank clenched his teeth, ignoring him as he helped the customer, pointing him out towards the Batman comics and saying he had good taste.
"You never compliment my taste, Frankie." Gerard pouted, pointing out their similar Misfits tee shirts.
"You probably taste like cigarettes, is why." Frank murmured, running a hand through his messy black hair, which was in bad need of being redyed.
"Why are you think about how I taste?" Gerard cocked a perfect eyebrow and Frank swore he plucked them. "I meant comics, music,"
"The comics you read are disgusting." Frank pointed out, wrinkling his nose in disgust.
"I meant the ones that aren't porn." Gerard rolled his eyes. "Those aren't mine."
"Let me guess you're holding them for a friend?" Frank sneered.
"A brother, actually." Gerard smirked, his green eyes sparkling.
"Why would you purposefully buy porn for your brother?" Frank spat, disgust dropping off his tongue and into his words.
"Because he can't buy it himself." Gerard shrugged. "Parents monitor his computer and he's only sixteen."
"That's worse!" Frank exaggerated, throwing his hands down. "Why would you ever want to know what kind of porn your brother is into?"
Gerard shrugged again. "Because we can talk about these things."
"You are something else, Gerard Way." Frank shook his head, taking off his name plate and putting his stuff in the storage room.
"Does this mean coffee? With me?" Gerard asked, completely catching the shorter of the two off guard. What?

Notes

New story!! I know I haven't updated the other ones in forever but I accidentally locked myself out of the locker that holds the chapters...yeah, so I'll figure this out shortly..
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