~Frank POV~
I smiled to myself when I heard his voice and was confused as to why this crappy situation was what gave of a content vibe.
"Well for the record, I'm still gonna say sorry. So like sorry and I'm a dick and please don't steal my clothes like a scary ex would", I laughed lightly and held my chest, but the pain was secondary because for the first time our dialogue was like that of close friends. Insults not insults, but a form of expressing our bond... This made me happy. Like actually happy, and I hoped it was the same for him.
I heard his timid chuckle and bit my lip, stopping myself from grinning. "so... you've got some broken bones?" he asks, my immediate answer is "what? do you have a thing for bad boys or something? bdsm? Kinky shit like that?" I had to keep my voice down already but I always pushed the boundaries. I could practically hear his heartbeat at this point and the thought of this kid blushing at something I said made my smile grow.
"N-no I was just concerned..." he laughed a tiny bit and continued, "what happened?".
"Well, I was on my motorcycle on my way too see this dumb fag I know that got himself into 'the institute' as I have so named it. You might know him, nice ass, cute nose, gay as fuck, did I mention his hair causes seizures?" the joking was evident throughout my statements but it surely was no joke that Gerard way had a great ass.
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Whispers in the dark (Frerard)
FanfictionFrank is an angsty asshole, at least that's what he lets on to be, When Gerard becomes his roommate he can't tell if he's happy or not. Don't speak. Don't touch my stuff. Without permission of course. Those were some of Franks rules for the qu...
