The Photographs Your Boyfriend Took (Frerard - 1/?)
Title: The Photographs Your Boyfriend Took (1/?)
Pairing: Frerard
Author: anygivennight
Beta: bulletstreak
Rating: R (for cursing)
Disclaimer: Didn't happen, I made it up, I don't own them, blah blah blah. Enjoy it.
Word Count: 905
Summary: “I’m Frank." he mumbled, quickly pulling his hands from my face and blushing slightly, as if he had just realized what he was doing.
I tugged at my tie again, despite Mikey flapping my hands away. “You’re just gonna make it worse, Gee." He told me, tugging my hands away from my collar and taking them into them into his own. “You’ll get used to it.” He promised for the billionth time since our mother had gone out and bought the uniform. His voice was serious but light in a way that only Mikey could seem to achieve. He kissed me on the temple before clambering out of the car. That was part of the deal I struck up with my mother to transfer to Our Lady Of Peace; I would drive Mikey to school but I would drop him off a block away so he would not be seen with me when I parked. I didn’t want Mikey to be seen with me. He was already estranged enough from his classmates, he didn’t need the addition of people knowing I was his brother to add to that.
As I got out of my car and headed towards the office, I heard a commotion from the side of the building. A few deep voices yelling something about “Fags not belonging there." Fuck. I am so totally fucked. I thought, this guy they’re beating up probably isn’t even gay, what am I going to do? I ducked into the office, quickly grabbing my schedule and reading list. As I started walking out I saw four boys with lacrosse sticks walking from behind the building. I paused in the doorway, waiting for them to pass, then I took a deep breath and headed in the direction they came from.
When I rounded the corner I was greeted with the sight of a short boy with medium length dark hair kneeling on the ground, spitting out blood amidst books and paper strewn around carelessly. I tread lightly, quietly picking up and arranging everything in a somewhat orderly fashion, then placing them in the bag lying forgotten on the grass. I cleared my throat slightly, as to not startle him. His head shot up, expression defiant, not scared as I assumed it would be. “You’re new.” He stated correctly. I nodded slightly. “So you’ve come to pray on me to be ‘cool’." He leered, spitting in my direction. "It's not going to work, I can take you easy!” I didn’t know how to react, then he was standing up and his fist was coming into contact with my mouth
I stumbled and fell. “Fuck!” I exclaimed, pulling my knees to my chest and throwing my hands up. “Wait, wait!” I cried, closing my eyes and tucking my chin into my collarbone, waiting for the next blow. When ten seconds passed and none came, I slowly untucked my head, opening my eyes to see the boy staring down questioningly above me. “I didn’t come to hurt you," I stuttered out, keeping my legs to my chest. “I heard the guys and saw them leave. I thought you might need a little help.” I reached behind me to grab his bag, handing it up to him. “I’m sorry." I said softly, looking away again, down at my lap. He took the bag before sitting down lightly in front of me, taking my face in his hands. He turned it to face him and he thumbed at my chin, inspecting my lip, which I was almost certain was split.
“Sorry dude, that has to hurt." There was no venom in his voice anymore, but there was still some reproachfulness. I winced as his thumb scraped across the part of my lip that was split. “I’m Frank." he mumbled, quickly pulling his hands from my face and blushing slightly, as if he had just realized what he was doing. “Gerard." I replied, standing up and walking to where I dropped my bag. I turned and just barely caught a look of disappointment on Frank’s face before it changed back to indifference, which changed to confusion when I started back towards him. I pulled out a zip-lock bag full of first aid equipment. His eyebrows arched questioningly. “I was kind of expecting to be beaten up." I shrugged, taking out some antiseptic wipes and sitting back down. I paused before him, hand stretching out, waiting for permission. He nodded slightly, I ripped open the package and started tending to the scrapes on the side of his face. He winced as the wipe came into contact with each one, but he didn’t utter a single noise of protest.
After I was done with his face, I moved onto his bicep, where a long jagged cut ran horizontally. This I cleaned and bandaged, using part of one of the rolls of gauze. I was just tying the bandage off when the bell rang, signalling first class was going to start soon. “I’d say see you around but-“ Frank started but I quickly cut him off. “You will.” Then immediately regretted it. What if I was being to forward? I thought, What if I’m scaring him away? Frank bit his lip. “I don’t think I’m the kind of guy you want to hang out with." He said, gesturing at the scrapes and bruises on his face and the bandage on his arm. I laughed quietly and shook my bag of first aid. “I think I’m covered." I said, tucking it back in my bag before turning away and heading to class.
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Pairing: Frerard
Author: anygivennight
Beta: bulletstreak
Rating: R (for cursing)
Disclaimer: Didn't happen, I made it up, I don't own them, blah blah blah. Enjoy it.
Word Count: 905
Summary: “I’m Frank." he mumbled, quickly pulling his hands from my face and blushing slightly, as if he had just realized what he was doing.
I tugged at my tie again, despite Mikey flapping my hands away. “You’re just gonna make it worse, Gee." He told me, tugging my hands away from my collar and taking them into them into his own. “You’ll get used to it.” He promised for the billionth time since our mother had gone out and bought the uniform. His voice was serious but light in a way that only Mikey could seem to achieve. He kissed me on the temple before clambering out of the car. That was part of the deal I struck up with my mother to transfer to Our Lady Of Peace; I would drive Mikey to school but I would drop him off a block away so he would not be seen with me when I parked. I didn’t want Mikey to be seen with me. He was already estranged enough from his classmates, he didn’t need the addition of people knowing I was his brother to add to that.
As I got out of my car and headed towards the office, I heard a commotion from the side of the building. A few deep voices yelling something about “Fags not belonging there." Fuck. I am so totally fucked. I thought, this guy they’re beating up probably isn’t even gay, what am I going to do? I ducked into the office, quickly grabbing my schedule and reading list. As I started walking out I saw four boys with lacrosse sticks walking from behind the building. I paused in the doorway, waiting for them to pass, then I took a deep breath and headed in the direction they came from.
When I rounded the corner I was greeted with the sight of a short boy with medium length dark hair kneeling on the ground, spitting out blood amidst books and paper strewn around carelessly. I tread lightly, quietly picking up and arranging everything in a somewhat orderly fashion, then placing them in the bag lying forgotten on the grass. I cleared my throat slightly, as to not startle him. His head shot up, expression defiant, not scared as I assumed it would be. “You’re new.” He stated correctly. I nodded slightly. “So you’ve come to pray on me to be ‘cool’." He leered, spitting in my direction. "It's not going to work, I can take you easy!” I didn’t know how to react, then he was standing up and his fist was coming into contact with my mouth
I stumbled and fell. “Fuck!” I exclaimed, pulling my knees to my chest and throwing my hands up. “Wait, wait!” I cried, closing my eyes and tucking my chin into my collarbone, waiting for the next blow. When ten seconds passed and none came, I slowly untucked my head, opening my eyes to see the boy staring down questioningly above me. “I didn’t come to hurt you," I stuttered out, keeping my legs to my chest. “I heard the guys and saw them leave. I thought you might need a little help.” I reached behind me to grab his bag, handing it up to him. “I’m sorry." I said softly, looking away again, down at my lap. He took the bag before sitting down lightly in front of me, taking my face in his hands. He turned it to face him and he thumbed at my chin, inspecting my lip, which I was almost certain was split.
“Sorry dude, that has to hurt." There was no venom in his voice anymore, but there was still some reproachfulness. I winced as his thumb scraped across the part of my lip that was split. “I’m Frank." he mumbled, quickly pulling his hands from my face and blushing slightly, as if he had just realized what he was doing. “Gerard." I replied, standing up and walking to where I dropped my bag. I turned and just barely caught a look of disappointment on Frank’s face before it changed back to indifference, which changed to confusion when I started back towards him. I pulled out a zip-lock bag full of first aid equipment. His eyebrows arched questioningly. “I was kind of expecting to be beaten up." I shrugged, taking out some antiseptic wipes and sitting back down. I paused before him, hand stretching out, waiting for permission. He nodded slightly, I ripped open the package and started tending to the scrapes on the side of his face. He winced as the wipe came into contact with each one, but he didn’t utter a single noise of protest.
After I was done with his face, I moved onto his bicep, where a long jagged cut ran horizontally. This I cleaned and bandaged, using part of one of the rolls of gauze. I was just tying the bandage off when the bell rang, signalling first class was going to start soon. “I’d say see you around but-“ Frank started but I quickly cut him off. “You will.” Then immediately regretted it. What if I was being to forward? I thought, What if I’m scaring him away? Frank bit his lip. “I don’t think I’m the kind of guy you want to hang out with." He said, gesturing at the scrapes and bruises on his face and the bandage on his arm. I laughed quietly and shook my bag of first aid. “I think I’m covered." I said, tucking it back in my bag before turning away and heading to class.
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