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Don't Hate The Player, Hate Gerard

Gerard fucking loves the Belleville autumn harvest festival. It is on the small list of things Gerard enjoys, and it's fucking high up there.

It took place in a large field a little north of town, about ten minutes away from Gerard and Mikey's house. Around the fences confining the kids, there are tons of pumpkins and different types of gourds. Parents from all around Belleville bring a variety of foods and desserts utilizing the autumn fruits and vegetables. They all had their own little stands where they would sell and display their creations. There were also activities for kids including hayrides, mazes and carnival rides that were set up on the pavement next to the parking lot. Everything was warm oranges and greens and it makes Gerard really fucking happy.

"Yes, yes, yes." Gerard chants, tapping his steering wheel with a giant smile on his face. Frank laughs from the passenger side.

"Why are you so happy?"

"Because this only happens once a year! And I am so fucking happy to eat." Gerard defends his happy-go-lucky attitude. This was extremely abnormal for Gerard, to be happy about something, isn't that sad?

They drive up a reasonable size hill, coming on to a gravel road. The car jumps a bit from the rocks underneath and Frank grabs onto the handle with a hiss of 'Jesus'. Gerard turns into the parking lot and smiles widely, as it was pretty full of cars and people but he sees an open spot close to the entrance.

"My fucking God!" The seventeen year old exclaims, parking and staring up at the large orange and black Ferris wheel on the opposite side of the long stretch of pavement. It hadn't been up since Gerard was a little boy, and he would a million times more excited.

Frank looks at him like he's crazy. "This is the happiest I've ever seen you."

Frank's happiness has slowly been increasing as well. It's mid October and a couple of weeks after the Robert incident. Frank's been holding his own pretty well, he's been smiling more and getting out of the house. They were inseparable again, which was probably half the reason why he was more optimistic, but it also kind of pained him. Gerard still was totally in love with Frank, and it was hard not to jump at all the opportunities he's had. But for right now, he had to let Frank heal from his relationship from Hell and be the supportive best friend.

Gerard gets out of the car and races to the other side, opening Frank's side quickly. Frank goes a bit red with a confused face.

"Opening my door for me? What a gentleman."

Gerard just wanted to get to the feast ice quicker. (Whatever, if it gets him brownie points for it, bonus.)

Frank steps out and immediately covers his hands with his sleeves. Gerard assumed it was from nerves because the weather was pretty mild. Gerard wants to ask why he would be uncomfortable but he takes in the beautiful boy in front of him. Frank stuck out like a sore thumb, with his contrast against oranges and reds. He wore a knitted, grey sweater that went to the hem of his black, skinny jeans, but was extremely baggy and falling off of one of the fifteen year old's shoulders. His jeans fit him nicely, considering they were probably girl jeans. And he wore a pair of dirty converses that were tied loosely and probably just slipped on. His hair wasn't styled, the faux hawk falling in front of his face like fringe, the sides grown out a bit and everything dyed jet black. After his break up, he said he wanted to change something, so Gerard helped Frank dye his hair.

"Why are you staring at me?" Frank ponders, raising an eyebrow. Gerard accidentally slams the door, and it startles some of the children walking by. Their mother gives him a dirty look and Gerard just smiles awkwardly.

"I, uh, why are you nervous?" He finally asks, giving him a knowing look.

"I'm not, well, like I just a bit anxious." Frank puts on a smile, but it looks genuine so Gerard lets it go.

They go to the entrance and Gerard pays for Frank to get in because he dragged him there. The younger one puts up a fight but Gerard just waves him off and gives the uncomfortable teenager managing the door the money. They walk past the booth and immediately Gerard knows his plan. He races over to the slushie stand, leaving Frank in the dust behind him.

"You want one?" He asks Frank, and the younger teen bites his lip. He decides against it and buys a lemonade from the table next to Gerard. Gerard gets to make his own slushie and mixes cherry, blue raspberry, and lime. It tastes like shit but he was at the fucking festival so it was more than fine.

They walk around for a little while, watching the small kids run around and a collective group of parents giving a gaze every once in a while and probably exchanging recipes or infidelity stories, Gerard doesn't know. Gerard sees some pumpkin fries and mac and cheese that would be really awesome to have in his mouth but Frank squeals.

"Holy shit, can we carve a pumpkin?" Frank asks, a small smile on his face. He points in the direction of an area with a couple of picnic tables covered in pumpkins, cutting utensils and children scrambling around and scraping out the insides of the pumpkin.

Gerard is about to answer but Frank takes off into a run and makes Gerard break his back to carry the biggest pumpkin in the pile to their sections of the tables.

They spend more time than he'd like to admit carving a pumpkin before Frank gets frustrated carving out the ghost on the front and Gerard finishes his slushie. They decide to continue their venture of the festival. Everything goes well, they're laughing, going on rides, stuffing their faces (okay, that was more of Gerard). Everything is going well for once and Gerard actually doesn't have a care in the world.

Until it fucking happens.

The thing that ruins the seventeen year old's whole existence, the most confusing yet exciting, pants-shitting thing that has ever happened to the teenager.

Gerard decides to buy Frank cotton candy three hours in, which he reluctantly takes. Gerard watches as his frown in front of the free food turns into a smile of delight, slowly eating the candy floss and gripping the cone. They start walking away, a proud grin on Gerard's face when Frank grips his hand and doesn't let go.

What?

WHAT?

Gerard instantly feels his palms sweat and his stomach drop. His head turns in the direction like the crack of a bullet. Why was Frank holding his hand? WHAT IS ACTUALLY HAPPENING?

Frank, face out of the cotton candy, looks down at the hands. He cocks an eyebrow with a cheeky smile. "It doesn't both you, does it?"

Gerard shakes his head, but he turns away before the fifteen year old can see his face tint. A small turn of the lips comes over Gerard's face.

An hour later, they decide to go. They're still holding hands as Frank waves goodbye to the grumpy looking teen at the entrance as Gerard finishes off the last of the pizza he got for free as some kind of promotional stunt. They get to Gerard's car and finally separate. Gerard feels some weird kind of loneliness, like something filling a void being ripped from him.

"Today was fun, Gee," Frank speaks up when Gerard starts the ignition. "I've never been on a date to a festival."

Gerard nearly swallows his tongue and runs into a Toyota. "What?" He chokes out. He snaps his neck to stare at Frank. Frank looks at him like he's going to laugh but that expression is killed off by one with wide eyes.

"A date... Oh, God! Is that not what this was?!" Frank exclaims, suddenly becoming a bit fidgety and wringing his hands in his sweater. Sheer panic crosses his face as they pull up in traffic getting out of the parking lot.

Gerard takes both hands off the wheel, masking his own surprised feelings to comfort his friends. "No, no, no, it's okay, Frankie! If that's what you want this to be, then it can be! It's okay! I'm not weirded out or anything."

Frank visibly calms down, breathing slower. "Oh... would you want it to be a date?"

Okay, Gerard. This is your chance to be sly and totally not awkward for once.

"Th-that would be cool, I guess."

SHIT.

But Frank doesn't take notice of his awkwardness, he just laughs at Gerard's terrified expression and puts a hand on the teenager's shoulder. "Don't worry, I know you're not into dudes."

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A/N: HAHHAHAHAHAHHAHAA OH NO FRANK HONEY ¿¿¿ sweet lil innocent Frankieeeee. LOL SORRY THIS IS SO LATE.