Trapped in your heart-shaped box

"So, you still owe me the story of yesterday evening, what happened," Gerard asked, still sitting on the floor

"Well, in short, You got drunk and said you loved me," Frank said nonchalantly

"Oh....I well- I um....it's not the worst I've done..." he said, looking slightly shocked

"you also said I was cute..." Frank said adding on to it

"an accurate observation." He said, nodding

Frank stopped for a second and looked over to Gerard waiting for him to laugh or take it back or something but instead the two just stayed there looking at each other.


It was Gerard that moved first, Frank wasn't to shocked what shocked him was how he moved, Gerard hadn't moved away, no, in fact, he moved closer, closer in a way that meant his lips were now on franks, that's what shocked him.

Gerard pulled away after a few seconds, his face turning the same red as his hair.

"I-I'm sorry" he stuttered with his voice just above a whisper

"Don't be, it was nice." frank said, trying to match the same tone that Gerard had

"I-I, would you maybe...like to um...go and a date or something with me?" Gerard asked looking down

Frank laughed lightly "that's not funny Gee" frank said

"I'm not joking..." he said, his voice sounding more serious

"Oh," Frank said

"Okay." he said again, not letting Gerard speak

Notes

I'm watching a show about vickings and they said "they left the raid with precious booty" ahhhh I'm weeping

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