That Fresh Start
Title: That Fresh Start [One-shot]
Rating: PG
Summary: Frank finds Gerard in a sour mood one beautiful autumn day. But what is bothering him?
Pairing: Frank/Gerard, sort of
Author's Notes: Here's a quick one-shot I wrote. I know it's short, but I hope you like it!
It was unusually sunny, and a little under 70 degrees. Gerard sat on his porch, watching as leaves trickled down from the autumnal trees. He sighed and lit a cigarette, closing his eyes as he took a slow, deep drag. With his eyes closed, he heard the crunch of brittle leaves beneath someone’s feet, and it was growing closer.
“Hey.” It was a familiar voice. He opened his eyes.
“Hi, Frank.”
“Can I sit?” Frank asked, pointing to the seat beside Gerard’s.
“Sure,” Gerard said through pursed lips around his cigarette. He was slouched, his usual position, stooped over and staring at his feet.
“So, what’s up?” Frank asked.
Gerard tapped his cigarette lightly, dropping ashes at his feet. “Nothing.” He took another slow drag.
Frank wrapped his arms around himself, as though he was shivering, although he was not. He hated to be such a girl, but he knew something was wrong, and he had to think of a subtle way to ask what was wrong.
“Anything new?” Frank asked.
Gerard dropped more ashes at his feet. “Nope.”
Frank nodded. After an awkward moment of silence, Frank finally gave up trying to be subtle and put an arm around Gerard’s shoulders.
“Hey, man, you know I’m always there for you, right?” Frank said, shaking him gently.
Gerard looked at him through his peripheral vision and flicked the cigarette off into the distance. He smiled. “Yeah.”
Frank smiled back. Gerard stood and dipped his hands deep into his coat pockets. “I lost my notebook,” he said.
“Oh, shit,” Frank said, standing up.
“Yeah, it had all my ideas and sketches.” He scratched his head, mussing his black hair. “But you know what?”
Frank stared at him. “What?”
“I’m almost glad I lost it. It’s like a fresh start, you know? I was tired of all my old ideas. I need new ones.”
“I’ll buy you a new notebook,” Frank said. “Let’s walk, it’s such a nice day out.”
“Yeah, okay. Let me just go get my gloves from inside.”
Frank followed him in. “Can I use your restroom?”
“Sure, you know where it is.”
Frank walked up the stairs to the bathroom. In the dark hallway, he tripped over something. He knelt to find a corner of something peeking out from under the hallway closet door. It was Gerard’s notebook. When he was finished with his business, he met Gerard outside the door and showed him the notebook.
“I found it!”
Gerard took the notebook. “Holy shit, thanks.” He turned the notebook over in his hands, thinking. “How about we get the new one anyway? I’d still like that fresh start.”
Rating: PG
Summary: Frank finds Gerard in a sour mood one beautiful autumn day. But what is bothering him?
Pairing: Frank/Gerard, sort of
Author's Notes: Here's a quick one-shot I wrote. I know it's short, but I hope you like it!
It was unusually sunny, and a little under 70 degrees. Gerard sat on his porch, watching as leaves trickled down from the autumnal trees. He sighed and lit a cigarette, closing his eyes as he took a slow, deep drag. With his eyes closed, he heard the crunch of brittle leaves beneath someone’s feet, and it was growing closer.
“Hey.” It was a familiar voice. He opened his eyes.
“Hi, Frank.”
“Can I sit?” Frank asked, pointing to the seat beside Gerard’s.
“Sure,” Gerard said through pursed lips around his cigarette. He was slouched, his usual position, stooped over and staring at his feet.
“So, what’s up?” Frank asked.
Gerard tapped his cigarette lightly, dropping ashes at his feet. “Nothing.” He took another slow drag.
Frank wrapped his arms around himself, as though he was shivering, although he was not. He hated to be such a girl, but he knew something was wrong, and he had to think of a subtle way to ask what was wrong.
“Anything new?” Frank asked.
Gerard dropped more ashes at his feet. “Nope.”
Frank nodded. After an awkward moment of silence, Frank finally gave up trying to be subtle and put an arm around Gerard’s shoulders.
“Hey, man, you know I’m always there for you, right?” Frank said, shaking him gently.
Gerard looked at him through his peripheral vision and flicked the cigarette off into the distance. He smiled. “Yeah.”
Frank smiled back. Gerard stood and dipped his hands deep into his coat pockets. “I lost my notebook,” he said.
“Oh, shit,” Frank said, standing up.
“Yeah, it had all my ideas and sketches.” He scratched his head, mussing his black hair. “But you know what?”
Frank stared at him. “What?”
“I’m almost glad I lost it. It’s like a fresh start, you know? I was tired of all my old ideas. I need new ones.”
“I’ll buy you a new notebook,” Frank said. “Let’s walk, it’s such a nice day out.”
“Yeah, okay. Let me just go get my gloves from inside.”
Frank followed him in. “Can I use your restroom?”
“Sure, you know where it is.”
Frank walked up the stairs to the bathroom. In the dark hallway, he tripped over something. He knelt to find a corner of something peeking out from under the hallway closet door. It was Gerard’s notebook. When he was finished with his business, he met Gerard outside the door and showed him the notebook.
“I found it!”
Gerard took the notebook. “Holy shit, thanks.” He turned the notebook over in his hands, thinking. “How about we get the new one anyway? I’d still like that fresh start.”