Glassy ⇝ Frerard | Incomplete, vvv slow updates

Momma Way Knows All

A/N the Taco Bell fact was from OmgFacts.com, so ya. I love Taco Bell, but ^^

hahaha wow, two updates in a day or two.
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Gerard taps on his steering wheel, humming out the melody to the song that was playing on the radio. Holy fuck, how long does it take Frank to finish an exam? The fifteen year old told him that he was gonna be finished by eleven thirty, and now it's noon and the small boy isn't anywhere in sight. Gerard has already done three laps of the school perimeter.

Exams have come and gone without even fazing him. The drunk incident happened well over two weeks ago and since then Frank has been balls deep in studying and Gerard tried to, but he just couldn't pay attention. And what sucked even more is that when he couldn't concentrate, he couldn't even bother his best friend because Frank's parents took his phone until exams are done.

He's about to step on the gas to do his fourth lap when his passenger door is thrown open.

"Sorry I took so long!" Frank exclaims, smiling widely. He hops into the vehicle and fastens his seatbelt. "Hardest thing I've ever done in my fifteen years of existing."

"It's okay, I found a way to entertain myself." Gerard laughs, stepping on the gas to get them moving. "What was your exam again?"

"Science," Frank wrinkles his nose as they pull up to the school exit's lights. "I hate that shit."

"Me too," Gerard replies, driving when the light turns green. "How do you think you did?"

Frank grins. "Pretty well, I think. My teacher looked it over and didn't seem too disappointed."

The seventeen year old looks over at the boy. "That's awesome! Nice job, Frankie."

Out of the corner of his eye, Gerard's sees Frank lower his head with peachy cheeks. "Thanks, Gee." He saws a bit timid, but with a half smile on his face.

"No problem," Gerard smiles, looking over at Frank for a second before returning his eyes to the road. Frank was wearing a pair of black shorts- that looked suspiciously like board shorts- and a tight black t-shirt. It's fucking hot here, which was surprising, there was even sunshine over their dark town. Frank's hair hadn't been styled, the black fohawk just kind of lying there. He looked exceptionally cute.

"You wanna get some food?" Gerard pipes up, after a couple of awkward seconds where Gerard was thinking about Frank.

"Oh my god, yes please." Frank says enthusiastically. "I'm starved."

"We can't get McDonald's breakfast anymore because it's past eleven." Gerard brings the bad news and by the way Frank groans, it's like the seventeen year old just told him his dog died.

"That sucks," Frank says, probably pouting. When Gerard looks over, yep, he's pouting. Gerard's gotta save the day.

"How about I keep driving and if we see something, we'll grab it. Okay?" Gerard asks and Frank agrees. The seventeen year old continues to drive, circling they're neighborhood, maybe catching something new. Gerard just really wanted to spend sometime with Frank. Gerard pretended to rearrange his mirror so see better behind his car but it's really just to look at Frank. Frank has the window down. The wind from outside was blowing through his hair and the sun was glow against his slightly olive toned skin. Frank's eyes were squinted, watching for any place to grab some grub.

"I'm so happy school is done," Frank smiles. His eyes gaze over to the glove compartment, which he opens and pulls out sunglasses with thick, white frames. He puts them on and gives Gerard the biggest smile he's seen in a week. Frank looks over at the car door mirror on his side, poking his head out the window. When he's satisfied with the way he looks, his head comes back into the car. "I like these, can I wear them?"