Monroeville Ch. 3
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Title: Monroeville 2019
Author: glitteryhomo
Pairing: Frank/Gerard
Rating: R/NC-17
POV: Third- Frank/Gerard
Summary: Based on Early Sunsets Over Monroeville
Disclaimer: Fake. All fake. So fake. Faker than the girls at your school.
Author Notes: Pretend that they have unlimited supplies.
Beta: Psh, I'm a motherfucking Grammar Nazi
Warnings: Homosexuality, sex, swearing, and others as they occur.
Frank put his foot down on taking Warhol to dinner. Gerard, still coming our of his post-orgasmic daze, didn't argue too much. Frank took Gerard's hand and led him to the first floor of the mall. To get to the food court, they had to pass a Belk, a sporting goods store, a jewelry shop, trudge down the stairs, and pass a shoe store. There were perks of living in a deserted mall, you could wear whatever you wanted! Still, more times than not, Frank wished he had a home again.
As they headed the food court, all the two men could hear was chatter. Gerard raised an eyebrow at Frank, who shrugged in return.
The room looked normal. Mikey was sitting in Ray's lap, which Frank didn't understand at all; Mikey was a bony fucker. Brian was sitting, hands clasped, next to a silent Bob. Everybody was in their places, except Pete Wentz, who was standing on a tank with Patrick under him. Next to Pete was a man that Frank had never seen before.
"Hey! Everybody! Shut the fuck up!" Pete yelled and waved his arms, nearly falling off of the table and braining himself in the process. Frank shook his head. Pete was a complete and utter dumbass.
Gerard tugged at Frank's hand and whispered, "C'mon, Frankie, let's get a booth. Pete doesn't look like he's going to chill out for a while."
Frank followed Gerard obediently to a booth in the middle of the open room.
"Guys! We have a new edition!" Pete said, smiling his stupid, big-toothed smile. "His name is Gabe! Or GabeyBaby, whatever you prefer," he shot the newcomer a wink and clapped him on the shoulder.
Frank saw Gerard scrunch his nose up like he had smelled something unpleasant. Gabe looked...weird. He was tall and lanky with a big nose that was set under red-rimmed and watery eyes. If he looked smashed, Pete didn't say anything about it. Pete was all smiles with his huge ass chompers. Frank distantly thought that he would hate to be on the receiving end of a blowjob from that guy and he shivered in horror. Gerard scooted closer and Frank protectively threw his arms around Gerard's waist before kissing his temple. Gerard sighed.
Frank pulled away and looked at Gerard, raising his eyebrows in question.
Gerard shook his head and said, "Later."
Frank was silk worried, but be just hugged Gerard tighter in reply.
"-and we need someone to show him around!" Pete jumped, nearly killing himself. Again.
When nobody raised their hands, Gerard and Frank subconsciously sunk into their booth, ironically, drawing Pete's attention to them.
"Frank! Gerard! Why don't you show Gabey around?"
Gerard looked down into his lap, shoulders hunched. Frank didn't know what to do.
"Um, Pete, we'd love to, but-"
Frank was cut off by Pete saying, "Great!" before ushering Gabe over to their table. "Gabe, these fella's are Frank and Gerard. Gerard, Frank, this is my homedog, Gabe!" Pete was just oozing with fucking cheer.
Gerard's frown deepened, and Frank gave a half-ass, "Hey, man."
"Well, I'd love to get you three acquainted, but I'm so hungry, I could eat ten lasagna trays!" Pete said before stumbling back over to a tired looking Patrick.
"So, uh, where are you from?" Frank asked out of manners alone.
"Around here, I guess," Gabe replied. "I came here when I saw lights and figured out I wasn't alone. Pete and Patrick brought m in and gave me a room, if you could call it that, and a bed. Which is good, because, lately, all I want to do is sleep."
This made Gerard's nose scrunch up even further, which Frank thought was impossible. Frank placed a hand on Gerard's thigh under the table and squeezed, trying to call h down.
"Hey, Gabe, man, you hungry?" Frank asked after an awkward pause.
Gabe nodded. "Good. Gerard? You want anything?"
Gerard shook his head. "No, you guys go ahead. I'm, um, I'm actually gonna head up to take a nap and shit. You know. I'll see you later, Frank, yeah? You go ahead and show Gabe around. It was nice meeting you," Gerard mumbled before ducking out of the booth.
Frank tried to telegram, "Are you okay?" to Gerard. He apparently got the message, because he just shrugged his shoulders and walked out of the cafeteria.
Frank frowned. "O....kay. Let's, uh, show you the food first!"
A/N: Sorry it's so short, ajhdjajxhakakdhkakajdkasfhjkl. I've been pretty fucking busy, whatever. Not many people know this exists so. It'll be done soon, I have it written.
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Title: Monroeville 2019
Author: glitteryhomo
Pairing: Frank/Gerard
Rating: R/NC-17
POV: Third- Frank/Gerard
Summary: Based on Early Sunsets Over Monroeville
Disclaimer: Fake. All fake. So fake. Faker than the girls at your school.
Author Notes: Pretend that they have unlimited supplies.
Beta: Psh, I'm a motherfucking Grammar Nazi
Warnings: Homosexuality, sex, swearing, and others as they occur.
Frank put his foot down on taking Warhol to dinner. Gerard, still coming our of his post-orgasmic daze, didn't argue too much. Frank took Gerard's hand and led him to the first floor of the mall. To get to the food court, they had to pass a Belk, a sporting goods store, a jewelry shop, trudge down the stairs, and pass a shoe store. There were perks of living in a deserted mall, you could wear whatever you wanted! Still, more times than not, Frank wished he had a home again.
As they headed the food court, all the two men could hear was chatter. Gerard raised an eyebrow at Frank, who shrugged in return.
The room looked normal. Mikey was sitting in Ray's lap, which Frank didn't understand at all; Mikey was a bony fucker. Brian was sitting, hands clasped, next to a silent Bob. Everybody was in their places, except Pete Wentz, who was standing on a tank with Patrick under him. Next to Pete was a man that Frank had never seen before.
"Hey! Everybody! Shut the fuck up!" Pete yelled and waved his arms, nearly falling off of the table and braining himself in the process. Frank shook his head. Pete was a complete and utter dumbass.
Gerard tugged at Frank's hand and whispered, "C'mon, Frankie, let's get a booth. Pete doesn't look like he's going to chill out for a while."
Frank followed Gerard obediently to a booth in the middle of the open room.
"Guys! We have a new edition!" Pete said, smiling his stupid, big-toothed smile. "His name is Gabe! Or GabeyBaby, whatever you prefer," he shot the newcomer a wink and clapped him on the shoulder.
Frank saw Gerard scrunch his nose up like he had smelled something unpleasant. Gabe looked...weird. He was tall and lanky with a big nose that was set under red-rimmed and watery eyes. If he looked smashed, Pete didn't say anything about it. Pete was all smiles with his huge ass chompers. Frank distantly thought that he would hate to be on the receiving end of a blowjob from that guy and he shivered in horror. Gerard scooted closer and Frank protectively threw his arms around Gerard's waist before kissing his temple. Gerard sighed.
Frank pulled away and looked at Gerard, raising his eyebrows in question.
Gerard shook his head and said, "Later."
Frank was silk worried, but be just hugged Gerard tighter in reply.
"-and we need someone to show him around!" Pete jumped, nearly killing himself. Again.
When nobody raised their hands, Gerard and Frank subconsciously sunk into their booth, ironically, drawing Pete's attention to them.
"Frank! Gerard! Why don't you show Gabey around?"
Gerard looked down into his lap, shoulders hunched. Frank didn't know what to do.
"Um, Pete, we'd love to, but-"
Frank was cut off by Pete saying, "Great!" before ushering Gabe over to their table. "Gabe, these fella's are Frank and Gerard. Gerard, Frank, this is my homedog, Gabe!" Pete was just oozing with fucking cheer.
Gerard's frown deepened, and Frank gave a half-ass, "Hey, man."
"Well, I'd love to get you three acquainted, but I'm so hungry, I could eat ten lasagna trays!" Pete said before stumbling back over to a tired looking Patrick.
"So, uh, where are you from?" Frank asked out of manners alone.
"Around here, I guess," Gabe replied. "I came here when I saw lights and figured out I wasn't alone. Pete and Patrick brought m in and gave me a room, if you could call it that, and a bed. Which is good, because, lately, all I want to do is sleep."
This made Gerard's nose scrunch up even further, which Frank thought was impossible. Frank placed a hand on Gerard's thigh under the table and squeezed, trying to call h down.
"Hey, Gabe, man, you hungry?" Frank asked after an awkward pause.
Gabe nodded. "Good. Gerard? You want anything?"
Gerard shook his head. "No, you guys go ahead. I'm, um, I'm actually gonna head up to take a nap and shit. You know. I'll see you later, Frank, yeah? You go ahead and show Gabe around. It was nice meeting you," Gerard mumbled before ducking out of the booth.
Frank tried to telegram, "Are you okay?" to Gerard. He apparently got the message, because he just shrugged his shoulders and walked out of the cafeteria.
Frank frowned. "O....kay. Let's, uh, show you the food first!"
A/N: Sorry it's so short, ajhdjajxhakakdhkakajdkasfhjkl. I've been pretty fucking busy, whatever. Not many people know this exists so. It'll be done soon, I have it written.
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