"Well what do we do with him then?" Frank asks.
"I don't know. He's like, a dead weight. Seriously, I don't know why, because he literally has no fat on him at all anywhere, but he's really heavy."
"Or maybe you're just really weak," Frank says.
"Do you want to drag him into a cab?" Gerard asks.
"Well, or we could just toss him out the window. Like, build a crane or something and lower him down."
"Yeah, I would, but unfortunately, we do not live in a cartoon, so how about we just wait for him to wake up?" Gerard says.
"But what if he's asleep for, like, the night?" Frank asks.
"Well then we just leave him on the couch," Gerard shrugs.
"I mean... I had a Way on my couch last night, I don't need another one tonight too," Frank says.
"Yeah, but this one won't insult you as much," Gerard says, looking down at Mikey. "You know... we could draw a moustache on his face."
"I'm not drawing any facial hair on your brother's face. You know he'd kill me right? Well, he'd probably kill you first, but I am not going to be killed just because you thought it'd be funny to behave like a toddler?"
"Ugh. Party pooper."
"This is not a party," Frank says, "And if it were it'd be the lamest party ever. Seriously, there's only three of us, it's ten o'clock, and Mikey's already passed out. Jesus fuck, I'm literally sitting on the floor of my own apartment because you're brother passed out on my couch. This would be the worst party ever!"
"You're right. It's only a real party if someone has sex in the bathtub."
"Well I'll tell you what, you can go fuck yourself in the bathtub and I won't stop you," Frank says.
"I'm going to turn down that offer. Surprisingly enough, I don't find the idea of even being here right now appealing, but my ride home, or should I say, the guy who will be paying the cab for me to get home, is passed out on your couch so I'm just stuck for now."
Frank snorts, "Yeah, you'd probably have a hard time not picturing me naked, wouldn't you?"
"That would be a real boner kill if you ask me," Gerard responds.
"Gerard, you can just admit to it you know," Frank says, looking at him like he's really sick of something. That something is probably Gerard.
"Admit to what?" Gerard asks.
"The fact that you think I'm hot."
"I don't-"
"Oh save it!" Frank interrupts, "seriously? You think it's not obvious? Gerard, we both know that you're attracted to me, okay? We both know that I'm attracted to you, okay? Denying it is meaningless at this point."
"Wait, hold on. What was that? You're attracted to me?" Gerard asks, his eyebrow raising so high that it almost gets lost in his hairline.
"Well duh," Frank replies, "I mean, I'm not stupid. I know you're not ugly, and I know that if you weren't Gerard Way, I'd totally hit on you if I saw you in a bar. Like, that's not a big deal, really. I just think you're good looking, but you still repulse me. Like, I hate you a lot, and I'm somewhat disgusted with myself that I think you're attractive, but I'm just not up to denying something that's so obvious."
"Wait," Gerard says, and he crinkles his nose when he realizes what he's hearing. His whole brain is screaming at him that this should make him want to vomit. Knowing that Frank thinks of him like that should just about make him need to hurl, but it's kind of nice. It is. It's nice knowing that someone he hates that mush still can't help but be attracted to him. Those are good words to hear.
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When We're Both Thirty
RomanceFrank and Gerard were childhood friends. And then they were enemies. Finally, they became strangers. They'd been friends though, and maybe they'd been a little too affectionate, because everyone thought the two of them would get married someday. Bef...