Creative Misspellings and Rude Introductions

After spending a night alone, hiding in his room and listening to music, Frank Iero went back to work at 8:30 that morning. He hoped Gerard would be back.

Luckily, about an hour or so later, he spotted the fiery red hair above the small crowd. Gerard was on his phone again, his face an expression of anger neither Frank nor Patrick had ever seen. He looked as if he were about to stab someone. Hopefully not...Because he was taking long quick strides towards Frank's post. Of course, Frank slipped into the act of smiling, practically tight-rope walking and tipping off the edge of bursting into laughter. He bit his tongue hard, enough to make himself flinch. Gerard yelled into his phone,

"Bob is a faggot!!!" And the entire store went silent. The talking started up again as quick as it stopped.
Gerard pinched the bridge of his nose and peered down at Frank, who had flinched again as he had yelled.

"Uh, listen..Sorry for that...and what happened yesterday," He spoke quietly, his hand rubbing the back of his neck in a self-soothing gesture. Frank just smiled lightly, even genuinely.

"No worries! It happens." Frank chuckled lightly. "Anyways, got an order?" He pinched his thigh hard, hidden by the counter, just because he was mad at himself for being too casual again.

"Iced, half caff, ristretto, venti, 4-pump, sugar free, cinnamon, dolce soy skinny latte." He said, sounding a bit more calm than yesterday. He peered at Frank's name tag with an odd look. He ignored the hazel eyes on him. "Frank, hm? Nice name." Gerard smiled down. Frank felt a flush crossing his face as he hid his smile.

"Oh, thank you," He smiled sheepishly and bit his lip lightly. Gerard felt a quick twang of...some feeling he hadn't felt in a while...seeing Frank looking happy like this. His phone rang suddenly. Now Misfits was threatening to take over the noise of the crowd, lyrics and heavily distorted guitar slowly pushing the talking down and down until Gerard pulled his phone from his pocket and answered. Frank sighed quietly and went on to make the drink.

"Hey," Gerard spoke into the phone, scooting out of the way so he wouldn't obstruct the line. He sighed heavily and shut his eyes.

"No way. You know how I feel about dogs. No! That's even worse!" Gerard's brow furrowed, his voice raising. His eyes flamed in anger as anyone within 10 feet could hear shouting from the other line.

"Don't yell at me!! I am your older brother, I have the right to march over there and smack you, Mikey!" He yelled, sneering slightly and adjusting the collar of his shirt a bit. Frank snickered deviously, and took out his sharpie. He wrote the name on the cup...Just, not quite right. This time, it read, 'G-A-R-A-R-D-' How that even could be legitimately mistaken for a real spelling error, it was a mystery. Gerard had yelled something Frank didn't hear, and shut his phone quickly. Frank looked at him with questioning and wide eyes.

"Ugh...Sorry," He said quickly. Frank nodded sympathetically.

"It's alright. Oh, here's your drink!" He slid the cup to the edge of the counter, Gerard placing exact change yet again down. He picked it up and, after a moment, his expression dropped. "Incompetent," He sneered at Frank and strode away quickly. Patrick looked at him in shock.

"Again? Do you want him to murder you?" He said between laughs. He high-fived Frank quickly.

"Well, no, but to notice me...Yeah," Frank looked down at the floor. Patrick cocked up an eyebrow and adjusted his glasses.

"Wait...You're attracted to him or something?" Patrick questioned, smirking lightly. Frank's eyes just widened and his mouth stood agape.

"I...I think I am..."

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