Untitled [2/?]
Title: Untitled [will be named at a later date]
Author:
silencing_sam
Pairing: Frank/Gerard
Rating: PG 13
Disclaimer: So I had this smart arse disclaimer which could rival the “Do not iron while wearing” one on clothes, but I forgot it =/
Summary: The boys are woken, and Frank is not happy.
POV: Third
Dedications: For
ira_luxuria because she may as well be my best friend.
Author’s Notes: First multi-chaptered fic in a long time.
Chapter Two
Frank groaned as he rolled over, only to find a big body blocking his way. He shot up from his position and managed to bang his head on the top of the bunk. Not hard to do, even if he was short, considering it was a very small space. He groaned again, which seemed to rouse Bob from his sleep.
“Urgh, morning Frank,” Bob greeted, rubbing his hands over his face tiredly, “are you alright?”
“No I’m bloody well not. I’ve got a stupid headache now,” He snapped, adding in a louder voice, “And that stupid moron outside will not Shut Up!”
The banging which had woken him up in the first place seemed to rise in volume. Frank pulled back the curtain to reveal Gerard who was grinning at them as he banged two pans together.
“Wakey, wakey, love birds! Mikey serving pancakes in the kitchen,” Gerard informed them in a singsong voice.
Bob raised his eyebrows at this and pushed Frank out his bunk, jumping out himself and running past Gerard towards the kitchen.
Frank, who had landed on his bottom, stood up rubbing his bum and asked to no one in particular, “What the fuck was that for?”
“Mikey made pancakes, and we all know how Bob loves Mikey’s pancakes,” Gerard replied.
“Yeah, well, there was no need to push me on the floor!” Frank cried, “It hurt!”
“Aww, you know I could rub it better for you, but…”
“…But what?” Frank blushed.
“Well. Bob might get mad for one.”
“Eh? Why would Bob get mad?”
“I found you in his bed this morning…” Gerard grinned at him. He turned around and made his way out into the kitchen area of the bus. Frank hesitated for a second, before rushing after him. By the time he got to the kitchen the whole band was sat around the table eating pancakes. Bob moved slightly on his chair, making room for Frank to sit down. Frank looked at Gerard, then at Bob, then at the seat before sitting down rather timidly.
“What’s up with you?” Bob asked conversationally.
“Well, I don’t know if you’re going to push me again, so I’m a little apprehensive,” Frank said flatly.
Bob laughed at him as he stood up to get Frank a plate. When he came back to the table,he placed the desired object in front of Frank, and stage whispered into his ear so the others could still hear, “You shouldn’t be apprehensive Frank…”
“No?” Frank asked a little distracted as he reached for the syrup to pour on his pancake.
“No. You should be scared!” And with that, Bob pulled the seat out from under Frank so he ended up, once again, on his bum. Gerard fell off his chair from laughter, while Mikey looked on fondly and Ray shook his head in amusement.
“Not fucking funny, Way!” Frank shouted.
“Wha- what did I do? Bob push- haha, he pushed you, not me” Gerard replied in shocked amusement, while pointing in the general direction of Bob, who was doubled over from laughter.
“You better run. The both of you!” Was the only warning Bob got before Frank stood up and tackled him to the ground. There was a quick scuffle, but Frank eventually got the upper hand, and when Gerard finally stopped laughing so hard, he looked up to find Frank grinning triumphantly at Bob while sat atop his chest.
“I win! Say you’re sorry, or el- oomph!”
Gerard had just successfully side tackled Frank, and was now being glared at from underneath long bangs that had fallen across dark eyes. Gerard swore he could hear Frank growling at him, and quickly scrambled off the floor and hid behind Bob, who was stood with comically wide eyes.
“Uh oh… Frank’s PMSing,” He said in Bob’s ear, “Give him chocolate! Give him chocolate!”
Frank’s face changed from angry to defeated as he sighed and stood up. He turned away from the rest of the band and grabbed a thick jacket from the seats in the living area. He walked down the steps and as the door opened, he informed them all he would be back later.
Mikey looked at Gerard as if to say, ‘go after him you idiot!’ but Bob got there first and chased after Frank. He slammed the door to the bus closed, and looked around for Frank. He saw the back of a hooded figure, and the height gave him a clue as to who it was. He set off in a brisk walk and caught up easily, but when he fell into step, Frank ignored him. Bob granted his silent request and didn’t make any attempt to speak. Frank would talk in his own time.
Thank-you for reading. Comments and criticism are appreciated