The Doll Shop [12/?]
Title: The Doll Shop
Author:
byond_redemptn
Rating: M
Warnings: Swearing
Beta:
xmychemx
Pairing:Frank/Gerard
Summary:Frank has been an outcast ever since he started high-school. No matter how many times he tried to make friends he was laughed at and told to get lost. When a piece of paper is slipped into his locker, he expects it to be another threat, but finds it to be something totally unexpected, something that would change is life forever. Instructions to The Doll Shop.
Disclaimer: Frankie and Gee are their own people, i don't know them, so obviously i can't own them. This Story line is one of my own creation.
Dedication:
pilldependent,
x_moshpit,
xoblackmariahxo,
x_mychem_rock_x,
chemicalspidey << for the lovely ideas.
A/N: This is what happens when i have to study for a 3/4 psych exam and an English SAC.
Previous:
One || Two || Three || Four || Five || Six || Seven || Eight || Nine || Ten || Ten.Point.Five || Eleven
Who knew that so many pretty lights could exist in one building! Gerard stood dazed at the entrance of the Mall. Shop after shop advertised a different sale; mannequins stood in the shop windows a distorted version of the human body.
Hundreds of people walked by, bags hung from their hands and wrists. Not one person walked by without at least one brightly packaged purchase. The over-whelming scent of fried food drifted through the air from the three different food courts.
Gerard was in heaven.
Frank felt like he would be sick. The smell of bad body odor and processed food turned his stomach, but he stood there, bearing it all just so that he could see the excited look on Gerard’s face that caused his hazel eyes to sparkle beautifully, and his whole body to quiver with excitement.
Frank laughed.
“Never been to a Mall, huh?”
The Doll shook his head. Even though he had some memories, not one of them contained any shred of evidence that he had been here, or to a place like it. Memories, he knew, were an important aspect of a Doll - they created their personality and their knowledge of the world, things that were incredibly important when it came to pairing the Doll with his or her new owner.
Gerard clapped excitedly as he watched people travel up and down moving stairs and in little rooms made of glass. He giggled as he watched a man pass with a bunch of brightly coloured helium balloons. He felt like he could stand there for hours.
Grinning, Frank clasped hands with the excited Doll. “Come on!” he whined, “I wanna show you something before we go to the arcade!”
He dragged the compliant Doll in what seemed like a random direction, laughing the whole time.
~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*
Gerard watched in fascination as shop window after shop window passed them by. He had clung onto Frank in fear when they had stepped onto one of the moving stairs, but had laughed in amazement as people had brushed past him with at least ten different bags on each arm.
He had been relieved when Frank had finally dragged them into a quiet shop; the colours and people had been overwhelming.
Looking around in interest, the pale boy had noticed the hundreds of guitars lining the walls. Bass, acoustic, electric - all different kinds - the colours varying as far as the guitars, from classic brown or black, to pink or bright green, this shop had them all.
He turned, hoping to find the smiling face of his owner beside him. Finding him gone, the Doll frantically twisted around, searching for him, his heart beating erratically in fear. He sighed in relief when he caught sight of the small boy in the back corner of the shop, staring in awe up at a white electric guitar.
He stormed over, muttering the whole time.
He came to a stop next to the boy, his hands buried deep in his jean pockets.
“You left me,” he muttered.
Frank turned, surprised. “No I didn’t.”
Gerard pouted.
“Aw, don’t be like that Bumble- Bee, I didn’t leave you, and I wasn’t even that far away.”
Sniffing, he bowed his head and watched intently as he scuffed his chuck across the faded carpet. Frank wrapped his arms around the Doll’s waist.
“I’m sorry,” he whispered, kissing the Doll’s cheek. “Please forgive me?”
Gerard sniffed and turned in Frank’s arms, wrapping his own arms around the boy’s shoulders.
“It’s fine,” he smirked. “I just wanted you to feel bad.”
Frank growled and pulled his arms from around the Doll’s waist and turned back to the guitar.
“You’re a pain in the ass,” he muttered.
Gerard laughed. “You love me.”
Frank rolled his eyes, but didn’t deny it. Gerard laughed quietly under his breath as he turned to the guitar.
“What is it?” he asked.
“The guitar I want,” Frank replied.
Gerard nodded slowly as the small boy pulled the guitar down from the wall. Sitting on the stool, he picked up the lead that was attached to a small amp and plugged it in. His fingers moved skillfully over the fret board, while his right had gently strummed across the strings.
It was a slow haunting melody, one that caused an ache in Gerard’s chest.
As Frank gently plucked at the strings, Gerard could feel the tears prickling the back of his eyes. His hands curled into fists as the soft notes twirled and danced through the air.
Frank smiled as he looked up and noticed Gerard gently swaying and humming to the music. His fingers continued to move lazily over the fret board as Gerard’s glazed expression gradually focused and his humming slowly halted as he noticed Frank staring at him.
Blinking, the Doll blushed. Frank smiled, stilled his fingers and leant over the guitar.
“You’re a good singer,” he said.
Gerard’s brow furrowed. “You don’t know that.”
Nodding, Frank leant over and unplugged his guitar. “No, I can tell. Your humming is perfect.” He looked up into the eyes of the blushing Doll. “Sing for me?” he asked.
Gerard shook his head, no.
Sighing, Frank put the guitar back on the wall, his fingers lingering on the strings. Nodding slightly, Frank turned back to the quiet Doll.
He grinned. “You’ll sing for me,” Frank told the confused boy, “don’t you worry, you will.”
Gerard sighed and shook his head, his cheeks still flushed a pale pink.
Frank paused at the entrance as he waited for the dazed Doll to catch up. Standing together, they watched the many people rush past in a blur of colour. Turning, Frank grinned and took his hand; cold fingers wrapped around warm ones and they both stepped into the disorienting river of people, Frank’s warm hand the anchor that kept the Doll from being swept away.
~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*
Frank felt a jolt as the Doll abruptly came to a halt behind him. He frowned. They had ridden down two escalators and walked through three different halls and still hadn’t reached their destination.
He turned to Gerard. People bashed against him as the walked past, throwing dirty looks at him over their shoulders. Damn, he really hated these places; there were far too many people in one place, much like a mosh pit, except the one difference between a mall and a mosh pit, was that mosh pits were fun.
Frank stopped the stream of words that would berate Gerard for making them stop in the middle of the ‘river’ when he noticed the Doll’s wide eyed expression.
Turning to see what had caught his eye, and praying to god it wasn’t some pretty girl, Frank smiled as he noticed the clothes shop that had caught the hazel-eyed boy’s attention.
‘Borderline Clothing’ was a clothes shop that was made for people much like Frank. Actually, it was made for anyone that was in any way alternative.
This was the shop that all the ‘normal’ people avoided, this was the only reason that Frank even came to the damn mall.
Gerard’s eyes lit up as he caught sight of the thick boots in the window. He turned to Frank, his eyes pleading, his bottom lip protruding in the most adorable way.
Frank just rolled his eyes, a smile adorning his features. Squeezing the cold fingers of the Doll, he nodded slightly.
Gerard squealed (something that both these boys seemed to be good at), and threw himself into the boys’ arms, much to the disgust of many of the other shoppers. Pulling away slightly, Gerard kissed the smaller boy on the cheek, even as sounds of disgust reached their ears. Moving away, Gerard pulled the brown eyed boy through the throng of people towards the dark entrance of ‘Borderline Clothing’.
~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*
Band t-shirts hung along the left hand wall, hundreds upon thousands it seemed, swinging on their hangers in the slight breeze caused by the soft blow of the air-conditioner. A glass counter stood in the middle of the shop and a blonde-haired boy stood behind it, flicking through a magazine. Belt buckles, ear stretchers, lip and belly rings and cigarette cases glittered underneath the lights.
Racks of jeans and hoodies jutted from the opposite wall. A small section was dedicated to the display of shoes, heels boots, vans and chucks of all different sizes.
On the back wall, two curtained off cubicles stood to the left, on the right was a poster rack and in the middle, a plain black door separated them with a white piece of paper tapped to its surface. “Tattooist and piercer” was scrawled across it; the hours were probably the scribbled mess underneath.
Frank smiled as he looked around. This was his place. This was where he got his tattoos, the ones that Gerard had so gently caressed. Frank shuddered. Maybe he should get a couple more?
His eyes followed Gerard as he walked around the clothes area, fingers gently brushing the different fabrics. Frank smiled and moved over to the swinging shirts, eyes skipping over the different slogans scrawled over the black fabric.
The distant music caught his attention and his head bopped slightly to the fast beat. He jumped when he felt a light touch on his shoulder. Turning, he found Gerard standing behind him and holding a pair of jeans.
“I’ma go try these on.” Gerard gestured to the jeans. “Come help me?”
Frank’s face went blank. Help Gerard…put on his…Frank swallowed… Jeans?
“Umm.”
Gerard smiled at Frank’s expression. “Just tell me if they look good dumbass, you’re not actually going to help me put them on.”
Frank’s shoulders relaxed and he glared at the taller boy, hiding his disappointment. “I wasn’t thinking that,” he muttered.
Gerard rolled his eyes and smiled. “Sure you weren’t Frankie, sure you weren’t.”
He turned and walked over to the counter, his lips moving as he spoke to the blonde boy behind it, who nodded and gestured to the curtained-off cubicles. Gerard nodded and flashed the shop keeper a dazzling smile.
Frank ground his teeth and stormed over to the change rooms, shooting a glare at the blushing boy as he passed.
Arms crossed, standing in front of the swishing curtains, Frank tried really hard not to demand that they leave right that very second. No he wasn’t jealous, just a tad ticked off, that’s all. Growling, he threw an evil look over his shoulder at the shop attendant. Turning back, he visibly shuddered as he saw Gerard’s jeans fall to the floor to pool around his feet. He almost collapsed when Gerard’s boxers soon followed.
Frank turned and bit his lip, trying to distract himself. This was not fair!
“Frankie?”
Frank swallowed and turned with great difficulty.
As he caught sight of the Doll, a strangled noise escaped his throat.
Nope, this was definitely not fair! The silly Doll looked good enough to eat.
Gerard stood with his hand on his hip, as he watched Frank.
“Uh.”
Gerard frowned. “What do you think?”
Frank shook himself and pulled his mind away from Gerard’s absence of underwear.
“You look…” Delicious? Kissable? Fuckable? “Great.”
Gerard grinned and turned to assess himself in the mirror. “You’re right,” the Doll said, “I do look great.” He turned back to face Frank. “What do you think?” he asked again, hands on his slightly slanted hips, head tilted questionably.
Frank opened his mouth to answer the Doll once again, but realized that Gerard wasn’t talking to him, but was talking instead to the shop attendant behind him.
Turning, brows furrowed in anger and teeth gritted in frustration, Frank glared at the flustered boy.
“You look, uh,” the boy blushed, “You look hot.”
Frank growled low in his throat as Gerard squealed in happiness. “Thanks, David.”
David? Since when did they become chummy?!
Keeping a careful eye on ‘David’, Frank resisted the urge to grab Gerard, wrap his arms around his waist, bite his neck and growl at the blonde boy that the Doll was his.
Pushing his hands deep in his pockets, Frank waited angrily outside Gerard’s change room, occasionally glaring at ‘David’.
When the Doll bounded out of the change rooms, fully dressed (underwear and all), Frank hurried them over to the cash register, ignoring Gerard’s protests about wanting to see the rest of the shop. Frank had muttered under his breath when he had seen David’s hand brush against Gerard’s, and his hands had stayed buried in his pockets, not wanting to hurt anyone until they had been ready to leave. Grabbing Gerard’s hand, Frank had dragged the pale Doll out of the shop, not looking back once.
Muttering to himself, Frank pulled his Doll back into the colourful river of people, intent on squashing every thought of his that mentioned in any way, shape or form, that he was jealous of that David.
Shaking his head, the brown-eyed boy dragged Gerard behind him, intent on reaching their final destination so that he could take him away from there and keep him all to himself.
Smiling now, Frank turned to the dazzled Doll as they stepped on to the third escalator.
“You’re mine,” he thought as they stepped into the arcade.
~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*
*yawns* stupid school.
sorry it took so long.
*snuggles under blanket*
you going to tell me what you think?
Be honest now.
all my love.
xXx
Chapter Thirteen
Author:
byond_redemptn
Rating: M
Warnings: Swearing
Beta:
xmychemx
Pairing:Frank/Gerard
Summary:Frank has been an outcast ever since he started high-school. No matter how many times he tried to make friends he was laughed at and told to get lost. When a piece of paper is slipped into his locker, he expects it to be another threat, but finds it to be something totally unexpected, something that would change is life forever. Instructions to The Doll Shop.
Disclaimer: Frankie and Gee are their own people, i don't know them, so obviously i can't own them. This Story line is one of my own creation.
Dedication:
pilldependent,
x_moshpit,
xoblackmariahxo,
x_mychem_rock_x,
chemicalspidey << for the lovely ideas.
A/N: This is what happens when i have to study for a 3/4 psych exam and an English SAC.
Previous:
One || Two || Three || Four || Five || Six || Seven || Eight || Nine || Ten || Ten.Point.Five || Eleven
Who knew that so many pretty lights could exist in one building! Gerard stood dazed at the entrance of the Mall. Shop after shop advertised a different sale; mannequins stood in the shop windows a distorted version of the human body.
Hundreds of people walked by, bags hung from their hands and wrists. Not one person walked by without at least one brightly packaged purchase. The over-whelming scent of fried food drifted through the air from the three different food courts.
Gerard was in heaven.
Frank felt like he would be sick. The smell of bad body odor and processed food turned his stomach, but he stood there, bearing it all just so that he could see the excited look on Gerard’s face that caused his hazel eyes to sparkle beautifully, and his whole body to quiver with excitement.
Frank laughed.
“Never been to a Mall, huh?”
The Doll shook his head. Even though he had some memories, not one of them contained any shred of evidence that he had been here, or to a place like it. Memories, he knew, were an important aspect of a Doll - they created their personality and their knowledge of the world, things that were incredibly important when it came to pairing the Doll with his or her new owner.
Gerard clapped excitedly as he watched people travel up and down moving stairs and in little rooms made of glass. He giggled as he watched a man pass with a bunch of brightly coloured helium balloons. He felt like he could stand there for hours.
Grinning, Frank clasped hands with the excited Doll. “Come on!” he whined, “I wanna show you something before we go to the arcade!”
He dragged the compliant Doll in what seemed like a random direction, laughing the whole time.
~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*
Gerard watched in fascination as shop window after shop window passed them by. He had clung onto Frank in fear when they had stepped onto one of the moving stairs, but had laughed in amazement as people had brushed past him with at least ten different bags on each arm.
He had been relieved when Frank had finally dragged them into a quiet shop; the colours and people had been overwhelming.
Looking around in interest, the pale boy had noticed the hundreds of guitars lining the walls. Bass, acoustic, electric - all different kinds - the colours varying as far as the guitars, from classic brown or black, to pink or bright green, this shop had them all.
He turned, hoping to find the smiling face of his owner beside him. Finding him gone, the Doll frantically twisted around, searching for him, his heart beating erratically in fear. He sighed in relief when he caught sight of the small boy in the back corner of the shop, staring in awe up at a white electric guitar.
He stormed over, muttering the whole time.
He came to a stop next to the boy, his hands buried deep in his jean pockets.
“You left me,” he muttered.
Frank turned, surprised. “No I didn’t.”
Gerard pouted.
“Aw, don’t be like that Bumble- Bee, I didn’t leave you, and I wasn’t even that far away.”
Sniffing, he bowed his head and watched intently as he scuffed his chuck across the faded carpet. Frank wrapped his arms around the Doll’s waist.
“I’m sorry,” he whispered, kissing the Doll’s cheek. “Please forgive me?”
Gerard sniffed and turned in Frank’s arms, wrapping his own arms around the boy’s shoulders.
“It’s fine,” he smirked. “I just wanted you to feel bad.”
Frank growled and pulled his arms from around the Doll’s waist and turned back to the guitar.
“You’re a pain in the ass,” he muttered.
Gerard laughed. “You love me.”
Frank rolled his eyes, but didn’t deny it. Gerard laughed quietly under his breath as he turned to the guitar.
“What is it?” he asked.
“The guitar I want,” Frank replied.
Gerard nodded slowly as the small boy pulled the guitar down from the wall. Sitting on the stool, he picked up the lead that was attached to a small amp and plugged it in. His fingers moved skillfully over the fret board, while his right had gently strummed across the strings.
It was a slow haunting melody, one that caused an ache in Gerard’s chest.
As Frank gently plucked at the strings, Gerard could feel the tears prickling the back of his eyes. His hands curled into fists as the soft notes twirled and danced through the air.
Frank smiled as he looked up and noticed Gerard gently swaying and humming to the music. His fingers continued to move lazily over the fret board as Gerard’s glazed expression gradually focused and his humming slowly halted as he noticed Frank staring at him.
Blinking, the Doll blushed. Frank smiled, stilled his fingers and leant over the guitar.
“You’re a good singer,” he said.
Gerard’s brow furrowed. “You don’t know that.”
Nodding, Frank leant over and unplugged his guitar. “No, I can tell. Your humming is perfect.” He looked up into the eyes of the blushing Doll. “Sing for me?” he asked.
Gerard shook his head, no.
Sighing, Frank put the guitar back on the wall, his fingers lingering on the strings. Nodding slightly, Frank turned back to the quiet Doll.
He grinned. “You’ll sing for me,” Frank told the confused boy, “don’t you worry, you will.”
Gerard sighed and shook his head, his cheeks still flushed a pale pink.
Frank paused at the entrance as he waited for the dazed Doll to catch up. Standing together, they watched the many people rush past in a blur of colour. Turning, Frank grinned and took his hand; cold fingers wrapped around warm ones and they both stepped into the disorienting river of people, Frank’s warm hand the anchor that kept the Doll from being swept away.
~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*
Frank felt a jolt as the Doll abruptly came to a halt behind him. He frowned. They had ridden down two escalators and walked through three different halls and still hadn’t reached their destination.
He turned to Gerard. People bashed against him as the walked past, throwing dirty looks at him over their shoulders. Damn, he really hated these places; there were far too many people in one place, much like a mosh pit, except the one difference between a mall and a mosh pit, was that mosh pits were fun.
Frank stopped the stream of words that would berate Gerard for making them stop in the middle of the ‘river’ when he noticed the Doll’s wide eyed expression.
Turning to see what had caught his eye, and praying to god it wasn’t some pretty girl, Frank smiled as he noticed the clothes shop that had caught the hazel-eyed boy’s attention.
‘Borderline Clothing’ was a clothes shop that was made for people much like Frank. Actually, it was made for anyone that was in any way alternative.
This was the shop that all the ‘normal’ people avoided, this was the only reason that Frank even came to the damn mall.
Gerard’s eyes lit up as he caught sight of the thick boots in the window. He turned to Frank, his eyes pleading, his bottom lip protruding in the most adorable way.
Frank just rolled his eyes, a smile adorning his features. Squeezing the cold fingers of the Doll, he nodded slightly.
Gerard squealed (something that both these boys seemed to be good at), and threw himself into the boys’ arms, much to the disgust of many of the other shoppers. Pulling away slightly, Gerard kissed the smaller boy on the cheek, even as sounds of disgust reached their ears. Moving away, Gerard pulled the brown eyed boy through the throng of people towards the dark entrance of ‘Borderline Clothing’.
~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*
Band t-shirts hung along the left hand wall, hundreds upon thousands it seemed, swinging on their hangers in the slight breeze caused by the soft blow of the air-conditioner. A glass counter stood in the middle of the shop and a blonde-haired boy stood behind it, flicking through a magazine. Belt buckles, ear stretchers, lip and belly rings and cigarette cases glittered underneath the lights.
Racks of jeans and hoodies jutted from the opposite wall. A small section was dedicated to the display of shoes, heels boots, vans and chucks of all different sizes.
On the back wall, two curtained off cubicles stood to the left, on the right was a poster rack and in the middle, a plain black door separated them with a white piece of paper tapped to its surface. “Tattooist and piercer” was scrawled across it; the hours were probably the scribbled mess underneath.
Frank smiled as he looked around. This was his place. This was where he got his tattoos, the ones that Gerard had so gently caressed. Frank shuddered. Maybe he should get a couple more?
His eyes followed Gerard as he walked around the clothes area, fingers gently brushing the different fabrics. Frank smiled and moved over to the swinging shirts, eyes skipping over the different slogans scrawled over the black fabric.
The distant music caught his attention and his head bopped slightly to the fast beat. He jumped when he felt a light touch on his shoulder. Turning, he found Gerard standing behind him and holding a pair of jeans.
“I’ma go try these on.” Gerard gestured to the jeans. “Come help me?”
Frank’s face went blank. Help Gerard…put on his…Frank swallowed… Jeans?
“Umm.”
Gerard smiled at Frank’s expression. “Just tell me if they look good dumbass, you’re not actually going to help me put them on.”
Frank’s shoulders relaxed and he glared at the taller boy, hiding his disappointment. “I wasn’t thinking that,” he muttered.
Gerard rolled his eyes and smiled. “Sure you weren’t Frankie, sure you weren’t.”
He turned and walked over to the counter, his lips moving as he spoke to the blonde boy behind it, who nodded and gestured to the curtained-off cubicles. Gerard nodded and flashed the shop keeper a dazzling smile.
Frank ground his teeth and stormed over to the change rooms, shooting a glare at the blushing boy as he passed.
Arms crossed, standing in front of the swishing curtains, Frank tried really hard not to demand that they leave right that very second. No he wasn’t jealous, just a tad ticked off, that’s all. Growling, he threw an evil look over his shoulder at the shop attendant. Turning back, he visibly shuddered as he saw Gerard’s jeans fall to the floor to pool around his feet. He almost collapsed when Gerard’s boxers soon followed.
Frank turned and bit his lip, trying to distract himself. This was not fair!
“Frankie?”
Frank swallowed and turned with great difficulty.
As he caught sight of the Doll, a strangled noise escaped his throat.
Nope, this was definitely not fair! The silly Doll looked good enough to eat.
Gerard stood with his hand on his hip, as he watched Frank.
“Uh.”
Gerard frowned. “What do you think?”
Frank shook himself and pulled his mind away from Gerard’s absence of underwear.
“You look…” Delicious? Kissable? Fuckable? “Great.”
Gerard grinned and turned to assess himself in the mirror. “You’re right,” the Doll said, “I do look great.” He turned back to face Frank. “What do you think?” he asked again, hands on his slightly slanted hips, head tilted questionably.
Frank opened his mouth to answer the Doll once again, but realized that Gerard wasn’t talking to him, but was talking instead to the shop attendant behind him.
Turning, brows furrowed in anger and teeth gritted in frustration, Frank glared at the flustered boy.
“You look, uh,” the boy blushed, “You look hot.”
Frank growled low in his throat as Gerard squealed in happiness. “Thanks, David.”
David? Since when did they become chummy?!
Keeping a careful eye on ‘David’, Frank resisted the urge to grab Gerard, wrap his arms around his waist, bite his neck and growl at the blonde boy that the Doll was his.
Pushing his hands deep in his pockets, Frank waited angrily outside Gerard’s change room, occasionally glaring at ‘David’.
When the Doll bounded out of the change rooms, fully dressed (underwear and all), Frank hurried them over to the cash register, ignoring Gerard’s protests about wanting to see the rest of the shop. Frank had muttered under his breath when he had seen David’s hand brush against Gerard’s, and his hands had stayed buried in his pockets, not wanting to hurt anyone until they had been ready to leave. Grabbing Gerard’s hand, Frank had dragged the pale Doll out of the shop, not looking back once.
Muttering to himself, Frank pulled his Doll back into the colourful river of people, intent on squashing every thought of his that mentioned in any way, shape or form, that he was jealous of that David.
Shaking his head, the brown-eyed boy dragged Gerard behind him, intent on reaching their final destination so that he could take him away from there and keep him all to himself.
Smiling now, Frank turned to the dazzled Doll as they stepped on to the third escalator.
“You’re mine,” he thought as they stepped into the arcade.
~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*
*yawns* stupid school.
sorry it took so long.
*snuggles under blanket*
you going to tell me what you think?
Be honest now.
all my love.
xXx
Chapter Thirteen