Prompt Table #1, 099. Writer's choice- Miss
Title: Baby, will you call me the moment you get there?
Author:
silencing_sam/
prompting_sam
Pairing: Frank/Gerard
Prompt: 099. Writer’s Choice- Miss
Summary: “Nothing, but my ideal man would have blue eyes. Ice blue. None of that light grey shit,”
Rating: PG-13
POV: Third
Word count: 574
Disclaimer: I do not know any member of My Chemical Romance. I do not wish to upset them. Title from the song by Aretha Franklin, Call me.
Dedications: For
ira_luxuriaand
comeththegirlfor being awesome friends, I’m gonna miss you guys so fucking much…
Author’s Notes: For the Frerard Fluff, No Sex appreciation club. I rarely attempt fluff, so hopefully you like this. Previous attempts can be found in my journal, or linked in the table, here.
Baby, will you call me the moment you get there?
Gerard was surprised. Utterly shocked with himself. He could normally find inspiration in the smallest of places, but for the past ten days or so, his creativity had been lacking. It wasn’t like he needed to write anything in particular, he just enjoyed it. And it was rather disappointing when he couldn’t come up with anything.
His house phone started ringing, and he went to answer it.
“Gerard Way,” He greeted.
“Oh! Um, hey Gerard. It’s, uh, Frank…” An uncertain voice answered.
“Hey Frank! What’s up?” Gerard asked, enthusiastically.
“Not much,” There was a pause, “Um, listen. Do you mind if I come over? I mean, if you’re busy, I understand, I just-“
“Sure,” Gerard interrupted, and Frank could hear the smile in his voice, “How long are you gonna be?”
“Um, ten minutes? Maybe less,”
“Okay, see you soon,” And the line went dead.
---
Fifteen minutes later, Gerard wandered out of his kitchen with a six-pack of beer, and a box of Oreo’s.
“Dude!” Frank exclaimed, “You eat Oreo’s, and drink beer, together? That’s sick!”
Gerard shrugged it off, and they both settled onto the couch, watching old re-runs of Buffy the Vampire Slayer.
“There’s no real hottie’s in this show,” Frank complained, “I mean, Xander’s sort of hott, and Angel’s okay, but no one drool worthy.”
“I like the brown haired men,” Gerard pouted, “What’s wrong with them?”
“Nothing, but my ideal man would have blue eyes. Ice blue. None of that light grey shit,” Gerard laughed, “And he’d be taller than me. Not huge, ‘cause that’s just awkward. I’m not bothered about anything else. But I’d make exceptions,” He grinned cheekily.
Gerard returned the smile a little hesitantly, and took another swig of his beer.
---
At the beginning of the fourth re-run, Gerard had sprawled out on the couch, and Frank had laid on top of him.
“I’m leaving tomorrow,” Frank said during the opening credits.
“What?! Why? Where? How long for? What time are you going?” Gerard’s eyes left the television, and focused on the top of Frank’s head.
Frank kept his gaze on the screen as he replied, “I’m going to my mum’s house, back in Jersey. It’s her birthday, all the family are going. I’ll only be gone a week. I have to be at check-in for eleven thirty.”
“Oh,” Gerard stayed silent for a few minutes, before asking, “How are you getting to the airport?”
“Taxi,”
“I’ll take you,” Gerard offered, and before Frank could protest, he added, “It can be one last adventure before you go.”
Frank smiled, “Okay,” He buried his head further into Gerard’s chest, “Thank you.”
---
Gerard made Frank promise to call him when he landed in Jersey at least six times, before he finally got annoyed, and threatened not to ring him at all. When Gerard became silent, Frank gave him a quick hug, and Gerard slipped some folded paper into his pocket.
“Something for your flight,” He explained at Frank’s questioning look.
They hugged again, and as they pulled away, Gerard pressed his lips softly against Frank’s.
“Speak to you soon,” He mumbled against his mouth, and then he disappeared into a passing crowd.
Frank pulled out the piece of paper and unfolded it. On it, scrawled in Gerard’s scruffy writing, were five lines.
"Hand in mine
Into your icy blues
And then I'd say to you
We could take to the highway...
I'm missing you already"
Thank you for reading. Comments and criticism are appreciated.
halloweenxbones, I'm sorry about using these particular song lyrics, I know you recently used them in you 'hero' story, but I genuinly had this idea for over a week ago when me, Alice and Ali found out we were all going on holiday. I hope you can forgive me? You know how much I heart you!
Alice and Ali. I'm gonna miss you loads, three weeks! What am I supposed to do? Fuck. I love you guys way too much. I'll send you loads of emails and comments in Ali's journal. Talk to you guys soon!!