You Have Witchcraft In Your Lips

"What do you think of that one Frank?" Mikey asked again, pointing to yet another cream coloured bedside table.

Frank ran a hand over his face. "Jeez, I don't know. Yeah, that one's fine too"

Gerard sighed and looked around, equally bored as Frank. "I'm gonna go find a bed, okay?"

Mikey rolled his eyes. "Fine. Good. Take Frank with you, he's as useless as you are"

"Alright" Gerard shrugged, looking up at the large blue sign and strided off in the opposite direction. Frank hesitated, before following him. Anything would be better than standing another 10 minutes beside Mikey, picking through 15 shades of cream dressers.

Gerard slowed down as they reached the bed section, looking around and raising his eyebrows, almost surprised Frank had followed him.

"So, I'm thinking a good old double. I can't afford king size" Gerard sighed.

"Double's good. I couldn't even afford a double" Frank shrugged, who had had to put up with the same single bed for years.

Frank cleared his throat, trying not to look like he was staring at Gerard, who was busy hopping from bed to bed, lying down and stretching out on them to check the comfyness. "So... You seem in a good mood today"

"I guess so? Mikey said I have to be nice to you"

Frank didn't know whether to be offended or appreciative. He brushed it off, clearing his throat and tying the conversation again. "Mikey said you had the audition yesterday. How'd it go?"

Gerard's face lit up, sitting up on the bed with a little bounce. "It went great! I got it, officially Romeo now"

"Romeo?"

"Out of Romeo and Juliet, ever heard of him?" Gerard rolled his eyes, smirking.

"Yeah, pretty sure I've heard of that one. Uh, big part. Good job" Frank nodded, scratching the back of his head. Shit, why was he being so awkward?

Gerard laughed and patted the spot beside him. "I like this one, it's pretty comfy. You think I should get it?"

"Uh, I guess so"

"Cool. Let's go find Mikey and order it" Gerard said abruptly, hopping off the bed and disappearing through the doors, leaving Frank to simply blink after him in confusion. There was something about him that Frank couldn't quite wrap his head around, Gerard's like a kid on a sugar rush 24/7.

When he'd finally caught up with him, Gerard was already tugging a protesting Mikey back towards the beds.

"Wait! But I've narrowed it down to two!"

-

An hour later they were all back at the new apartment, awkwardly squished into the limited seating in the living room.

"Oh Frank, I've got your ticket by the way" Mikey bounced up.

"What ticket? To the play?"
"Yeah"

"Wait" Gerard interrupted. "Surely not MY play? Why are YOU coming?"

"First of all, it's not yours. You don't own it" Frank said defensively. "Secondly, I don't even want to go to the stupid play, Michael wanted me to"

"It'd be a wasted ticket, you won't appreciate it" Gerard argued.

"I'll completely appreciate you dancing around like an idiot in a leotard for a few hours"

"See? You don't know the first thing about theatre. You'll ruin everything with your grumpy, childish tantrums"

Frank rolled his eyes. Here he goes, back to being an obnoxious prick.
"I don't take tantrums, dickbag. Now cut the crap, how much friends and family discount am I getting?"

"Guys-" Mikey said wearily.

Gerard scoffed loudly. "Well, considering you're neither of those-"

"Charming, if it wasn't for me you'd still be at the fucking airport!"

"I could have got a taxi, it's not like I needed you-"

"Ugh shut up!" Mikey snapped. "Chill, Frank, I got the goddamn discount. Gerard, I invited him, and he'll be on his best behaviour"

"I doubt it, what does he know about theatre etiquette? He'll turn up in a hoodie and those scraggly jeans"

"You know what? Fuck you. I don't have to sit here and take your snobby verbal abuse. I won't go to the fucking thing" Frank glared at them, standing up and stomping out of the room.

"You promised me you'd go!" Mikey snapped after him.
He slowed down as he realised Mikey had driven him here. He called back into the room, not wanting to reappear and completely take away from the dramatic exit. "Mikey, take me home"

"Not until you say you'll come. A deal's a deal"

"I don't care anymore. I just want to go home"

Mikey hesitated, then sighed. "Whatever. I'll take you home"

The car journey was quiet. Mikey flexed his fingers nervously around the steering wheel, glancing over at an irritable Frank every now and then.

"This kinda sucks, y'know. I thought you and him would get on well"

"He sucks"

Mikey opened his mouth to retort, then shut it with a shake of his head. "He was never really like that before he went to England. I don't mind him like this though- he was always shy when he was younger, always kept quiet and tried not to express himself too much in case mom and dad got suspicious"

Frank didn't reply, but softened his stern expression.

Mikey sighed again. "Just give him a break"

"I am. He's the one who turned his nose up at me"

"I'll talk to him, too" Mikey agreed. "Just be civil, alright?"

Notes

So, whose side are you guys on?

-killjoybyname