Give me all your poison... (FRERARD)
To hell with you. Asswipe.
It was about two weeks after the incident with Gerard’s Ex-Boyfriend, and him and Frank had fallen into a steady schedule with each other. Frankie’s 20th birthday came and went, and they celebrated by taking Roxas out trick-or-treating around the neighborhood Gerard had grew up in, which was strangely familiar to Frank, but he had brushed off the thought, and ran along to scare the shit out of assorted children.
Today was Monday, which was the day that Frank went over to Charlie’s house for dinner. He hadn’t for a while, because of being preoccupied by the magical entrances of his black haired boyfriend, and majestical clutches of an adorable four year old who had found the wonder’s of Gerard’s straightener this fine evening.
“Roxas.” Frank sighed, brushing the loose bangs out of his daughter’s eyes. “This looks...this isn’t...Daddy doesn’t like this.” she looked up at him hopefully, half her auburn hair pin straight and the other unruly curls and a big clusterfuck of tangles.
Roxas squinted, and huffed “But G’erd said-”
“Nope.”
“Daddddyyyyy!”
“You are four, not fourteen! No. Bath Time, and then we are going to Lottie’s house.” Frank said sternly, using Roxas’s nickname for Charlie. Gerard’s head was halfway poking out from the bathroom door, looking guilty. “It’s cool dude,” Frank assured while shuffling Roxi into the bathroom. “You haven’t raised a kid.”
“Oh, uh yeah. Totally.” The taller of the two said, looking down at the tiles. Frank shot him a curious look, and then pushed Gerard out of the bathroom.
~
It was almost Seven O'clock, an hour late when they arrived at Charlie’s apartment step. Roxas was pulling on Frank’s jeans, and Gee was rubbing his thumb precariously over his tattooed knuckles. Lottie opened the door, and quirked an eyebrow, but let them inside anyways.
“Why is your daughter wearing a fucking dirty nasty ass paint covered t-shirt?”
Gerard burst out laughing and Frank huffed ‘language!’, and Roxas was smiling widely, and started to skip around the familiar kitchen. “Cuz it smells like G’erd!” She said in a sing-song voice, eyes dancing over the counter she had perched her dainty little self atop of. “I like him. He’s cute.”
“Boy can charm the pant’s of anybody.” Frank kind of chuckled, hunching his shoulders, and peering around the expansion. A tall-ish chick (Dude?) was on the couch flipping through channels on the old TV. Charlie caught him staring, and kind of arched her eyebrows, and cleared her throat.
“That’s...uh”, she waved her hand at the girl (man!?), “That’s Xander.”
Oh so it was a dude. The guy got up and smiled widely, and holy shit. Boobs. Totally not a dude. Dude’s didn't have good tits. She had really short close cropped bright blue hair, and was wearing low slung dark jeans, boot cut, paired with an old grey sweater. She sure looked like a dude, but wasn't a dude. Boobs, man. Boobs. Her large clunky army boots smacked against the linoleum, and she had to be at least, like, 6’3. Xander’s eyeliner was thick, and had a black bridge piercing on her nose, as well as her septum. Visible bat tattoo’s decorated her collar bones.
“Hi!” She chirped, and smiled even wider when Gerard and Frank jumped at the clear bell like voice that emitted itself from her pink lips. It was lyrical, and confident and just not...her. Xander held her hand out for Frank to shake, and he took it. “I’m Xander.”
“Frank.” he said smiling. This chick was kind of hot.
Gerard coughed, and kind of narrowed his eyes slightly, but she didn't seem to notice. She finally looked up, and held her hand out to Gerard, who took it hesitantly. “Gerard.”
“I know who you are silly!” She squealed, pulling away and giggling slightly, “You’re kind of famous, dude.” her voice turned gruff, and she looked more stern.
“What?” Frank said, his eyes raking over Gerard. Roxas had looked up from scratching her nail on the counter, and Charlie was turned away from the stove she had wandered towards. “I think you have the wrong dude. Gerard’s art is good, awesome actually, but he isn't famous.”
“His art?” said Xander, “Man, I was talking about his fucking singing.” she suddenly ran to the back room, leaving Frank to stair widely at a blushing Gerard. She emerged with a black CD, in a glossy case decorated with a super-hero woman, bleeding from the mouth. Oh, it was a zombie. “Has he seriously never told you? Guy used to be in this band right out of college apparently-”
“Yeah that’s enough.”
They all looked over at Gerard who was glaring at Xander, and she kind of wilted, and set the CD down on the table. “Sorry, I mean I didn't know. It’s just your cover CD not your real demo or anything.”
“Just...If you’re gonna play it, just play it now.”
Xander went into the kitchen, brushing past a still gaping Frank, and popped open the Player, shoving the disc inside. It started to play a mash up of various song’s Gerard had covered in his old band, 3GunE.
Gerard's Cd. Kind of Fucking AWESOME.
His voice was like, scratchy, but Jersey, and fluid. But it broke in places, but he had pitch, and Frank was speechless, and Roxas had gotten up and started to dance around to the music, and when Umbrella came on, Charlie lost it, and couldn't stop laughing. Gerard kind of just rocked a little in his seat, uneasily.
“Heh, yeah that’s me.” He said, scratching at the back of his head, cheeks red, and hot. Frank got up out of his chair, and jumped on top of Gerard.
Gee squealed, and wrapped his arms around his boyfriend. “Dude!” Frankie squealed, “What can you not do? Dude!” He giggled, and snuggled into Gerard’s neck, who was now smiling, and Charlie had shook her head, walking back to the probably burning whatever, trailing her fingers against the splintered surface of her spoon, while Xander just re-started the CD again. And they all ended up eating, and dancing around the kitchen, to various music, preferably the Smiths, and then Misfit’s because Frank started to pitch a pity tent about how he never got to listen to it at home, which was bullshit because it was on his IPOD, which he had plugged in playing like, all the time.
By the time they were ready to leave, Roxas had chicken on her face, and Frank was dabbing it off, trying not to gag because his daughter wasn’t a vegetarian, and refused to eat anything green. Gerard was giving Charlie a huge hug, she was smiling like an idiot. And then Xander. Turned out Xander was also on the rainbow train. Kind of awesome, in a weird way.
Gerard dragged Frank out, and back to the his house. He tucked in Roxas into the spare room that Frank didn’t know he had, and Tink curled up around her feet. Frankie was pretty much out of it, so Gerard undressed him, and put him into a loose pajama shirt, and shoved him into his bed before caving himself around the small guy in a protective shield.
Today was Monday, which was the day that Frank went over to Charlie’s house for dinner. He hadn’t for a while, because of being preoccupied by the magical entrances of his black haired boyfriend, and majestical clutches of an adorable four year old who had found the wonder’s of Gerard’s straightener this fine evening.
“Roxas.” Frank sighed, brushing the loose bangs out of his daughter’s eyes. “This looks...this isn’t...Daddy doesn’t like this.” she looked up at him hopefully, half her auburn hair pin straight and the other unruly curls and a big clusterfuck of tangles.
Roxas squinted, and huffed “But G’erd said-”
“Nope.”
“Daddddyyyyy!”
“You are four, not fourteen! No. Bath Time, and then we are going to Lottie’s house.” Frank said sternly, using Roxas’s nickname for Charlie. Gerard’s head was halfway poking out from the bathroom door, looking guilty. “It’s cool dude,” Frank assured while shuffling Roxi into the bathroom. “You haven’t raised a kid.”
“Oh, uh yeah. Totally.” The taller of the two said, looking down at the tiles. Frank shot him a curious look, and then pushed Gerard out of the bathroom.
~
It was almost Seven O'clock, an hour late when they arrived at Charlie’s apartment step. Roxas was pulling on Frank’s jeans, and Gee was rubbing his thumb precariously over his tattooed knuckles. Lottie opened the door, and quirked an eyebrow, but let them inside anyways.
“Why is your daughter wearing a fucking dirty nasty ass paint covered t-shirt?”
Gerard burst out laughing and Frank huffed ‘language!’, and Roxas was smiling widely, and started to skip around the familiar kitchen. “Cuz it smells like G’erd!” She said in a sing-song voice, eyes dancing over the counter she had perched her dainty little self atop of. “I like him. He’s cute.”
“Boy can charm the pant’s of anybody.” Frank kind of chuckled, hunching his shoulders, and peering around the expansion. A tall-ish chick (Dude?) was on the couch flipping through channels on the old TV. Charlie caught him staring, and kind of arched her eyebrows, and cleared her throat.
“That’s...uh”, she waved her hand at the girl (man!?), “That’s Xander.”
Oh so it was a dude. The guy got up and smiled widely, and holy shit. Boobs. Totally not a dude. Dude’s didn't have good tits. She had really short close cropped bright blue hair, and was wearing low slung dark jeans, boot cut, paired with an old grey sweater. She sure looked like a dude, but wasn't a dude. Boobs, man. Boobs. Her large clunky army boots smacked against the linoleum, and she had to be at least, like, 6’3. Xander’s eyeliner was thick, and had a black bridge piercing on her nose, as well as her septum. Visible bat tattoo’s decorated her collar bones.
“Hi!” She chirped, and smiled even wider when Gerard and Frank jumped at the clear bell like voice that emitted itself from her pink lips. It was lyrical, and confident and just not...her. Xander held her hand out for Frank to shake, and he took it. “I’m Xander.”
“Frank.” he said smiling. This chick was kind of hot.
Gerard coughed, and kind of narrowed his eyes slightly, but she didn't seem to notice. She finally looked up, and held her hand out to Gerard, who took it hesitantly. “Gerard.”
“I know who you are silly!” She squealed, pulling away and giggling slightly, “You’re kind of famous, dude.” her voice turned gruff, and she looked more stern.
“What?” Frank said, his eyes raking over Gerard. Roxas had looked up from scratching her nail on the counter, and Charlie was turned away from the stove she had wandered towards. “I think you have the wrong dude. Gerard’s art is good, awesome actually, but he isn't famous.”
“His art?” said Xander, “Man, I was talking about his fucking singing.” she suddenly ran to the back room, leaving Frank to stair widely at a blushing Gerard. She emerged with a black CD, in a glossy case decorated with a super-hero woman, bleeding from the mouth. Oh, it was a zombie. “Has he seriously never told you? Guy used to be in this band right out of college apparently-”
“Yeah that’s enough.”
They all looked over at Gerard who was glaring at Xander, and she kind of wilted, and set the CD down on the table. “Sorry, I mean I didn't know. It’s just your cover CD not your real demo or anything.”
“Just...If you’re gonna play it, just play it now.”
Xander went into the kitchen, brushing past a still gaping Frank, and popped open the Player, shoving the disc inside. It started to play a mash up of various song’s Gerard had covered in his old band, 3GunE.
Gerard's Cd. Kind of Fucking AWESOME.
His voice was like, scratchy, but Jersey, and fluid. But it broke in places, but he had pitch, and Frank was speechless, and Roxas had gotten up and started to dance around to the music, and when Umbrella came on, Charlie lost it, and couldn't stop laughing. Gerard kind of just rocked a little in his seat, uneasily.
“Heh, yeah that’s me.” He said, scratching at the back of his head, cheeks red, and hot. Frank got up out of his chair, and jumped on top of Gerard.
Gee squealed, and wrapped his arms around his boyfriend. “Dude!” Frankie squealed, “What can you not do? Dude!” He giggled, and snuggled into Gerard’s neck, who was now smiling, and Charlie had shook her head, walking back to the probably burning whatever, trailing her fingers against the splintered surface of her spoon, while Xander just re-started the CD again. And they all ended up eating, and dancing around the kitchen, to various music, preferably the Smiths, and then Misfit’s because Frank started to pitch a pity tent about how he never got to listen to it at home, which was bullshit because it was on his IPOD, which he had plugged in playing like, all the time.
By the time they were ready to leave, Roxas had chicken on her face, and Frank was dabbing it off, trying not to gag because his daughter wasn’t a vegetarian, and refused to eat anything green. Gerard was giving Charlie a huge hug, she was smiling like an idiot. And then Xander. Turned out Xander was also on the rainbow train. Kind of awesome, in a weird way.
Gerard dragged Frank out, and back to the his house. He tucked in Roxas into the spare room that Frank didn’t know he had, and Tink curled up around her feet. Frankie was pretty much out of it, so Gerard undressed him, and put him into a loose pajama shirt, and shoved him into his bed before caving himself around the small guy in a protective shield.
Notes
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