|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
(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