|Just some Frerard Stuffs! :3|
|Just some Frerard Stuffs! :3|
Frerard - To the end :Oneshot:Frerard - To the end :Oneshot: by SynackyPadilla
"Pheww.." His hazel-green eyes lash from the side straight to mine while we were sitting on a comfortable couch. I threw myself on the front couch and watch him carefully as a wide grin form on his face. "We should do better on the next show.." He mumbled.
"Well... you kissed me on the cheek.. Thats mean it's a great show after all" I paused for a chuckles "I mean all the fan girls would like that.." I continued. He smile at me and quickly look at the ceiling as the sound of the door cracked open, Mikey, Bob and Ray came later. I look at each of them carefully as they passed me, all of them look exhausted, well so do i. All of them threw themselves on the side couch with only Mikey's feet on the coffee table.
"There should be some surprise in the next show.. "Frank mumbled.
"You really like surprised huh.." I smiled, thinking..
" What surprise?" Ray suddenly asked, after a while silence.
" You'll see.." I said and smirked to Frankie. All of them looked at me puzzled, i just
Frerard: Textbook 2*Gerard's POV*Frerard: Textbook 2 by ihaveapiano
I arrived at school the next morning anxious to get to my biology class. It was my second period class so there was a bit of waiting involved. I tapped my foot and kept looking at the clock all through history. The bell rang and I was the first one out of the room. I entered the bio room looking around for Frank. He hadn't arrived yet. I sat down at our desk and waited eagerly. He came in with a bored expression on his face which somehow turned into a smile when he saw me. "Hi," he greeted me when sitting down. "Hey. Oh, here you go," I responded, grabbing the textbook from the floor. He took it and thanked me quietly.
Gerard seemed interesting. Sitting in my seat in biology, I noticed a few things about him. 1. he was the only other kid in the class wearing all black. 2. He had an one earbud in his ear signaling to the teacher that he didn't give a single fuck. 3. He was wearing a Metallica shirt today, which I liked...oh shit! The note! Had he seen
Frerard: Textbook 1"Alright, class. Today I'll be handing out textbooks. Funding hasn't been that great, so I'm going to need everyone to find a partner to share your book with." I looked around the room. It seemed that everyone had a partner but me...aha! In the back corner of the room was a short boy with black hair that covered most of his face. I'd never really talked to him, but most everyone else already had partners and neither of us did. I approached him slowly. "Hey. Uh, most everyone else has partners and, well, neither of us do. Would you like to, uh, be my partner?" I asked. He looked up cautiously. "Are-are you talking to me?" he questioned, looking around. "Well, uh, yeah. I am." He smiled a little. "I'm Frank," he said, extending his hand. "I'm Gerard." I replied, shaking his hand. He seemed quiet, yet very polite in an odd way. I pulled up a chair and sat next to him at his desk. Mr. Smith handed out the textbook. "Ok, boys, please sign both your names in the front cover so I know who's rFrerard: Textbook 1 by ihaveapiano
Diary of a Teenage Serial Killer - Entry EightEntry Eight; 09; 07; 04Diary of a Teenage Serial Killer - Entry Eight by beckii-hooper
Hello Diary. So me and Gerard have been together for a few months now, and everything is great. The job is… Entertaining. I mean we have killed many people.. For many reasons. But, We have never, I mean NEVER, killed a woman. I know that may sound incredibly sexist, but they usually never do anything serious enough to attract Gerard’s attention. He only kills the real bad guys. The serial killers, serial rapists. But, Never a woman and never a child. And we broke one of those traditions last night.
So I told you in my last entry about Jackson, the stalker guy, yeah well. I told Gerard about him and he was less than impressed. He was pissed. The last time he was this pissed, I had been raped. So I’m guessing Gerard and Jackson have some history… He won’t tell me what though. He says he will. “In due time, You don’t need to know now.” He says. Yeah fucking right. It’s just another secret in his crazy little psy
(Frank x Gerard ) Frerard - R U Mine? [Prologue][ Gerard P.O.V ](Frank x Gerard ) Frerard - R U Mine? [Prologue] by SynackyPadilla
"Patrick was something," Pete muttered as a cheeky smile shown on his bright face.
"I sense someone is in love," I tease him and chuckles slightly.
Even with his tan feature, his cheek still shown a bright rosy red when he is in the state of blushing. He can only smile broadly without no more words to reply. We then just sit there in the cafe, racing on who get to finish their drink first. He ordered a lemonade as I ordered an ice lemon tea. I know, such a lemon day, isn't it?
Not long after, Pete won the unsaid competition. He pushed his empty glass slightly aside and burped. I choke on my half emptied drink as he laughs his ass off.
"The fuck dude?!" I scowled between my accident ongoing cough.
"What?" He paused for a good laughs, "everyone burps." he continued and back laughing.
I glare him with my made up fierce look and frown slightly. "Whatever,"I said as I roll my eyes, keeping my sass shown.
"Gerard, gerard" He sighed as he chuckles again. Dammit
TremorsCharcoal stubs.Tremors by that-lonely-road
Shredded rips of paper.
An empty packet of cigarettes.
The only things in Gerard's suitcase.
"I can't understand what they're saying! All I can say is thank you, but I'm sure I say that wrong. I'll just nod. I'll nod, shall I?"
Frank nods in the general direction of Gerard's voice, unable to hold his focus for longer than two seconds. They hurry down a corridor in a sweaty Spanish airport. Another stop on another tour.
The heat is getting to them all; Gerard being the only one talking. Gerard talks enough for all of them.
"Hey, Frank! Do you think we'll be getting any trains here? I feel like a train journey would be really relaxing right now, you know?" Frank nods, not having to force a smile.
Later, when everybody's alone, Gerard shakes. He shakes so hard he knocks his drink over, so hard that the glass smashes. The cheap glass shards skitter across the floor with a sharp sound, scaring Gerard. The liquid snakes between the pieces, clear liquid proving tha