Call Me Zero (Frerard)

11: How it's going to be.

A/N: i didn't think i would get this one done so soon but i did! i also wrote the entire prequel and started the epilogue, which are both one shots from zero's pov. i don't think i'll post them until the entire fic is done though.

just a warning, there's a few time skips in this chapter.

enjoy!

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Zero clung to Frank's hand the entire way home, and into the house. They wouldn't even let go of him long enough for the two of them to get out of the car, so Frank ended up having to climb over the seat and get out on Zero's side.

They were back home now; Frank tossed his car keys onto the kitchen counter and led Zero down the hall to go put on their pajamas. He handed Zero the sweatshirt and pajama pants they had worn before, then headed into the bathroom to change into his own.

When he opened the medicine cabinet to get his toothbrush, Frank caught sight of the first aid kit. It reminded him of Zero's ankle.

It was then that he realized, how had they run like that down the boardwalk like that? It must have finished healing. Or, at least healed enough for them to use it normally again. Frank remembered the day before how all the bruising and swelling had gone down.

He finished brushing his teeth and went back into his room, where Zero was waiting. It was finally time to take of the bandages.

As soon as he had walked into the room, Zero was reaching out for his hand. It was a miracle that he got them to even let go long enough for each of them to change their clothes.

"What are you acting like this for?" Frank laughed.

He reached out and took Zero's hand in his own, turning them so they could face each other as they sat on the bed. Frank reached out for Zero's leg - the one that had the bandages on it. He hiked up their pants leg and pulled of the sock that was covering the rest of the gauze. Frank unwrapped Zero's ankle carefully, all of it being a struggle using only one hand, and put the used bandages in a little pile on the floor. He examined their ankle for a moment, not really sure what he was looking for, but just making sure there were no signs of pain.

Zero looked up at him and smiled, "Frank."

Frank lifted his head to look back at them.

"It's all better now. You're all healed up."

Frank gave Zero a quick kiss on the cheek and they blushed.

Frank still felt a little strange. This had happened so fast. Too fast. The days Zero had spent with him seemed like weeks to Frank, but in truth it was barely one. What the fuck was he doing?

At this point it was like there were two voices in his head instead of one. The first one was the one that told him this had all happened way too fast, and what he was doing was wrong. The second one would tell the first to fuck off.

Frank liked the second one better.

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Now Frank and Zero were sitting together on the couch. They weren't holding hands anymore, but they were so snuggled up that Zero was practically sitting in Frank's lap, so that seemed to be good enough for them.

Both of them were writing. Zero had their notepad, that they had written in before, and they were gradually filling up page by page with the same alien letters that Frank had seen before. As for him, he had his own little notebook too. The one he used to write his songs in.

They sat together quietly. A bag of chips sat open on the table, almost completely empty except for crumbs and a few tiny pieces of broken chips. Frank had a can of beer sitting on the end of the table that was closer to him, and Zero had a can of Coke on theirs. The only sound was the muffled noise of Frank's record player coming from the music room. It was playing Pink Floyd.