Demolition Lovers (Frerard, asshole!Gerard)

Gerard opened his eyes as the car rocked slightly. A cool blast of air sent chills down his spine as the car door opened with Frank’s arrival.

“Where does this friend live.” Frank mumbled miserably, putting his keys in the ignition.

“Just drive I’ll tell you when to turn.” As Frank buckled his seatbelt, Gerard could feel his eyes burning holes in the side of his face, but he continued to stare straight ahead, blankly, through the windshield and down the block.

Gerard always had a slight obsession with eyes, which is probably why he’d kept Frank around as long as he had. Gerard felt that eyes had the power to hold captive the beasts that dwell in places people dare not to go, places that are only opened by the strong and forceful hands of those few moments before they fall asleep at night. Shoving them into the oxygen deprived dungeon of all their fears, thoughts, and desires. Eyes have the power to see the end of the world, and yet so much more. Eyes can show where a person has been, what they have done: but when he looked into Frank’s eyes he couldn’t see anything. All he saw in his eyes was himself, his own reflection looking right back at him. Gerard wanted to see what was beyond that reflection: to figure out where he has been, what he has done, his innermost thoughts, fears, and desires.

“This friend of your’s won’t get us arrested like before right?” Frank asked fearfully as the car sputtered to life.

“Right?” Frank repeated after a few moments of no response from Gerard. He started to maneuver his way out of the parking lot as he began to voice his concerns.

“Gerard, I’m serious. Like, we’re friends and all, but I did not sign up to become a fugitive when I met you. Seriously, how do you expect to get into college with a record like your’s?”

“Left.”

“What?”

“A left, make a left here.” Frank groaned in annoyance as he steered the car to the left.

“I swear, one day I’ll get through that thick skull of ours.” Gerard rolled his eyes and leaned his head against the window.

“Yeah, I doubt it-make a right two blocks down.” As Frank made a right onto the block, the car slowed down to a crawl.

“Hey, what are you doing?”

Gerard turned to face Frank for the first time throughout the ride. Frank was staring at the buildings around them intensely, and Gerard noticed a small cluster of river-like creases between Frank’s eyebrows. He was intrigued by his expression. He silently wished he had brought a sketch pad so he could draw Frank, and capture this emotion in time forever.

“I don’t know man, I just feel like there’s something off about this place.” Frank muttered, his voice sounding distant, ominous even.

“Oh.” Gerard didn’t know what else to say, because whenever Frank had a bad feeling, he was usually right about it. There was no question about it, something was definitely off. It didn’t matter though, what Gerard was going to do needed to be done.

Notes

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