Frank could break multiple bones, jump around, land on drumkits, and crash land on the floor and would still be playing guitar.
but the fucking second Gerard plants his lips on Frank, he fricking drops his guitar and holds him passionately like there aren't a thousand people watching them.
Frerard was real some time back in the good ol' days. And you know it
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Don't fricking write an essay about how they weren't real, alright? This is a joke book, just in case your eyes were too busy staring at Dallon in my cover to even read the title.
I know they have their families now. Frerard was real.
