Different ; Frerard

Doubt

(Whoop I'm back. Also, be sure you read the A/N at the end!!!)
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Gerard's POV

I sat for what seemed like forever as Frank tried to prepare Ray for meeting me. I made sure my tail was secured in my belt loop, made sure my beanie covered my ears.

"Okay, so he's in the living room." Frank said bluntly. I couldn't see Ray because of the wall, but I assumed he was confused. "He?" Ray said, and I saw Frank nod. I quietly whimpered.

Frank nodded in my direction, and began to walk. My muscles tenses up. Ray walked in, and he was a MAN...

He was very tall, had a face that makes you think he must be in some gang, and a bushy Afro. But he was cute, in a way.

"I-um-hi?" Ray said, and I wanted to laugh. His voice was so sweet! This man couldn't hurt me, right?

"Hi, I'm-erm..." I was cut off by a beep. "Shit, the coffee's done, be right back. Want some, Ray?" Frank asked and Ray nodded. He already knew how I liked my coffee.

"Anyways..." I continued, my nervousness returning. "I'm, um, G-Gerard." I said, looking down at my feet.

"Hi! I'm Raymond Toro, call me Ray. I work at the local music store, and I was starting to worry why Frank wasn't coming into work, and I'm still confused because I don't know who you are really? But--" Ray said at supersonic speed, but was interrupted by Frank, handing him coffee. "Breathe, Toro." He said, laughing.

"Bon app covfefe!" Frank said, laughing at the cheeto President guy's accidental tweet. Ray laughed and Gerard giggled, not really understanding. Was that Italian?

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"So, Frank found you on the street, and you came from a slave trade? Oh my God that sucks." said Ray. We told him as much as we could without spilling the Neko part, right now just wasn't the time. It's not that Frank didn't seem to trust him, it just took some mental preparation that Ray didn't seem to have.

"But you're cute though!" He said as a simple gesture, and I smiled as a reply.

Bitch you know it, I'm a stud.

I mentally laughed, my spicy chicken was coming back. (A/N: I SWEAR I TYPED EMOTION WITH A FEW TYPOS IM CRYING)

Soon enough, Ray left and I fell asleep.

The meeting more people initiative didn't go as bad as my mind thought it would have. I sighed, letting sleep fall over me.

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AUTHORS NOTE:

Hi. The bold makes me seem more intimidating, wowie.

Anyways, this story is probably going to end at 20 parts, but this is only part 11 so don't be concerned (sO BE CONCERNED *tyler screaming sounding down the mountain range*) but um I've already got my next story planned and I thought I'd kind of give you guys a hint.

Well, it's a frerard au where they meet at a Christian summer camp. Eh? Sound good? I don't know I'm a slut for camp AUs so

yeah guhbye xoxo