
Trapped in your heart-shaped box
In which you have a love-hate relationship with back roads
"Shit, nevermind, no time, get dressed and lets go" Gerard said running up the stairs
Frank followed, going up to his room and looking in the closet for something to wear, finding that the closet had 3 fairly nice suits. Frank picks one at random finding it was only a tad too big on him but nothing he couldn't deal with. He ran down the stairs (well 'run' should be taken lightly, it was more of a waddle) to meet Gerard how was ready at least five minutes before frank had been.
"c'mon, the road there is being worked on so we are already late" he said, pushing frank out the door and into the car. frank couldn't get his seatbelt on as the care started in locked into place and he gave up.
The ride was slow and quiet, until the driver decided it would be faster to ride out of manhattan and take a back road to a detour, the back road was bumpy and frank and Gerard sitting in a car without seat belts on bounced around the back seat, it was still quiet, that was until frank fell over onto Gerard's lap, he moans quietly, making it so only frank hears. He scrambles of get off, trying to hide his face.
"I'm so sorry that- that" he stutters looking shocked
"lets just, pretend that never happened"
Notes
short chapter because I have writers block
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AYYY, I thought I was a white mom stuck in 2009.
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3/14/17