Unnamed Valentine Drabble
Title: Unnamed Valentine Drabble
Author: xemofreakyx
Pairing: Frank/Gerard
Rating: PG
Warning: Minor Language, pointless plotline
Disclaimer: I don't own them unfortunately
Summary: Just a little Valentine Drabble
Frank never really understood the whole point of Valentine’s Day. He was pretty damn sure that if you loved someone, you’d tell them so every day, not just on a February 14th. He wasn't that great at it all, to be honest. Frank tended to get flustered when choosing gifts, ending up with something ridiculous and perfectly useless most of the time.
He skulked outside a jewellers, sipping on a latte and trying not to be too obvious as he peered in at the displays. It was already February 13th and he still had fuck all to give to Gerard. It was down to the wire, and Frank had given in to the siren call of the local jewellers. Can’t go wrong with something shiny, right?
The women all around had a slightly feral look in their eyes, a quiet seething desperation that was evident in their slightly too wide smiles. Frank was glad he was gay; the pressure of buying was enough without worrying for the safety of his balls. Heaven forbid someone bought one of these women the wrong gift.
Frank drained his cup and sighed, no longer able to prolong the inevitable. Dumping the cup into the trash, Frank ran a hand through his scruffy black hair and headed into the store. Gerard had better fucking appreciate this.
There was a weird sort of hush in the store, like everyone started to whisper around the expensive trinkets. A group of women were huddled in one corner, squealing over engagement rings as the bored-looking assistant pointed out which had the biggest price tag. Opposite was an equally clueless looking guy, staring down at racks of shiny metal as if it were about to leap up and punch him in the face. Frank smiled a little, and edged over to the men’s jewellery.
He had barely glanced at a selection of heavy silver rings before a shop assistant swooped down. “Can I help you at all, sir?”
She was young, with her dark hair swept up in an elegant knot and her lips stretched into an impossibly wide grin. Her teeth shone whiter against her mocha coloured skin. Frank tried to smile back, feeling a little awkward. “Um, yeah, I guess I’d like to look at those?” He gestured vaguely at the rings.
She smiled wider, nodding her head like a dog. “Of course, sir, let me just get those for you.”
Frank followed her back to the countertop, shifting from foot to foot as she fiddled with the locks, eventually pulling out the tray of rings. She set them down in front of him with a flourish. Frank looked at the small circlets of metal, the tell-tale pinch of a migraine picking behind his eyes.
“See anything you like?” The assistant asked after a few minutes panicked observation.
“Uhh….this one’s pretty cool.” Frank said helplessly, pointing at a silver band patterned with Celtic knot work. “Could I see that one?”
“Of course,” she smiled, edging the silver band out if its velvet stand and handing it to him. It was surprisingly heavy, and Frank thought for a heart-stopping moment that he was going to drop it.
“It’s made of the finest sterling silver.” The assistant gushed as Frank slid the band over his own finger. It was a little loose, but Gerard had thicker fingers than him anyway. “Very popular, one of our biggest sellers!”
“Uh, how much is it?” Frank asked, easing it off and handing it back to her.
“Two hundred and thirty dollars,” the woman said in a rush, as if to soften the blow. Frank winced a little but dutifully nodded, pulling his wallet out of his back pocket.
“Yeah, okay, I’ll take it.”
“Excellent! Would you like it gift wrapped for an extra five dollars?” She asked, hands poised to take his credit card.
“Sure, what the hell.”
Frank waited while the assistant wrapped up his - stupidly expensive - purchase, and sighed. Fucking Valentine’s Day. He accepted the small box and his receipt before quickly heading out of the store. All the shiny, shiny metal was making his head pound.
He tucked the gift box into his pocket and tugged his collar up against the wind as he headed toward the train station. For a minute, he let himself imagine the look on Gerard’s face as he opened the box, imagined the delight that would spread across his features. Frank’s chest grew light and he allowed himself a goofy sort of smile.
Yeah…maybe Valentine’s Day wasn’t so bad after all.
Author: xemofreakyx
Pairing: Frank/Gerard
Rating: PG
Warning: Minor Language, pointless plotline
Disclaimer: I don't own them unfortunately
Summary: Just a little Valentine Drabble
Frank never really understood the whole point of Valentine’s Day. He was pretty damn sure that if you loved someone, you’d tell them so every day, not just on a February 14th. He wasn't that great at it all, to be honest. Frank tended to get flustered when choosing gifts, ending up with something ridiculous and perfectly useless most of the time.
He skulked outside a jewellers, sipping on a latte and trying not to be too obvious as he peered in at the displays. It was already February 13th and he still had fuck all to give to Gerard. It was down to the wire, and Frank had given in to the siren call of the local jewellers. Can’t go wrong with something shiny, right?
The women all around had a slightly feral look in their eyes, a quiet seething desperation that was evident in their slightly too wide smiles. Frank was glad he was gay; the pressure of buying was enough without worrying for the safety of his balls. Heaven forbid someone bought one of these women the wrong gift.
Frank drained his cup and sighed, no longer able to prolong the inevitable. Dumping the cup into the trash, Frank ran a hand through his scruffy black hair and headed into the store. Gerard had better fucking appreciate this.
There was a weird sort of hush in the store, like everyone started to whisper around the expensive trinkets. A group of women were huddled in one corner, squealing over engagement rings as the bored-looking assistant pointed out which had the biggest price tag. Opposite was an equally clueless looking guy, staring down at racks of shiny metal as if it were about to leap up and punch him in the face. Frank smiled a little, and edged over to the men’s jewellery.
He had barely glanced at a selection of heavy silver rings before a shop assistant swooped down. “Can I help you at all, sir?”
She was young, with her dark hair swept up in an elegant knot and her lips stretched into an impossibly wide grin. Her teeth shone whiter against her mocha coloured skin. Frank tried to smile back, feeling a little awkward. “Um, yeah, I guess I’d like to look at those?” He gestured vaguely at the rings.
She smiled wider, nodding her head like a dog. “Of course, sir, let me just get those for you.”
Frank followed her back to the countertop, shifting from foot to foot as she fiddled with the locks, eventually pulling out the tray of rings. She set them down in front of him with a flourish. Frank looked at the small circlets of metal, the tell-tale pinch of a migraine picking behind his eyes.
“See anything you like?” The assistant asked after a few minutes panicked observation.
“Uhh….this one’s pretty cool.” Frank said helplessly, pointing at a silver band patterned with Celtic knot work. “Could I see that one?”
“Of course,” she smiled, edging the silver band out if its velvet stand and handing it to him. It was surprisingly heavy, and Frank thought for a heart-stopping moment that he was going to drop it.
“It’s made of the finest sterling silver.” The assistant gushed as Frank slid the band over his own finger. It was a little loose, but Gerard had thicker fingers than him anyway. “Very popular, one of our biggest sellers!”
“Uh, how much is it?” Frank asked, easing it off and handing it back to her.
“Two hundred and thirty dollars,” the woman said in a rush, as if to soften the blow. Frank winced a little but dutifully nodded, pulling his wallet out of his back pocket.
“Yeah, okay, I’ll take it.”
“Excellent! Would you like it gift wrapped for an extra five dollars?” She asked, hands poised to take his credit card.
“Sure, what the hell.”
Frank waited while the assistant wrapped up his - stupidly expensive - purchase, and sighed. Fucking Valentine’s Day. He accepted the small box and his receipt before quickly heading out of the store. All the shiny, shiny metal was making his head pound.
He tucked the gift box into his pocket and tugged his collar up against the wind as he headed toward the train station. For a minute, he let himself imagine the look on Gerard’s face as he opened the box, imagined the delight that would spread across his features. Frank’s chest grew light and he allowed himself a goofy sort of smile.
Yeah…maybe Valentine’s Day wasn’t so bad after all.