At the end of the world. (![[info]](http://l-stat.livejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif){kind=small} violet_tsirblou) wrote,@ 2008-10-29 23:27:00 |
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| Entry tags: | frank/gerard, hs!au, mcr, mikey/alicia, not!fic |
It's Ok To Eat Fish Cause They Don't Have Any Feelings
Title: It's Ok To Eat Fish Cause They Don't Have Any Feelings (not!fic, oneshot)
Pairing/s: Frank/Gerard, Mikey/Alicia
Rating: PG-13
Word count: 4068.
Summary: It's Frank's birthday but it doesn't look set to be a good one.
Dedications: ![[info]](http://p-stat.livejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif){kind=small}
revii for coming up with this idea and generally being awesome. <333
He wakes up early just to cap it off. Like his day could get worse, now he has to lie away for half an hour wishing he was still asleep so deeply he would just carry on dozing through his mom rat-a-tat-tating on his door. Which she does.
"Fraaaaaaank! Happy birthday, sweat pea!" with a big ass sloppy kiss on his cheek. Not his ideal present tbh.
He drags himself out of bed, shivers (fucking autumn with it's fucking chill) and drags his uniform on. It's crinkled, the water he washes with is freezing. He's lost his eyeliner. All in all: shittiest birthday morning ever.
His breakfast is ok. His mom tries. Gives him his cards (all from family. his life. so social.), pours him some orange juice and has even remembered he needs soy, not cow's, milk. She gives him another kiss and hands him his present. And yeah, he doesn't expect much because money has been a tad bit tight since his parents split but-
"OMG A GUITAR?"
He's all shiny-eyed, running his hands over it. and omg, it's so pretty and white he just cannot deal. She also got him some vegan chocolate which is actually pretty gross but at least it has no animal produce in, right?
She just beams right back at him, all proud at having found the right present and goes into the kitchen to get more coffee.
He holds it for a while longer, trying to think of the perfect name for her because she obviously needs one but then he has fucking school so he gets up and combs his hair and pulls his jacket on.
The best part about being born on halloween is free candy and the awesome costumes (not to mention the whole halloween babies have the sixth sense thing - he's totally devotedhours of his life into trying to prove that) but the worst part is the weather. The frost practically tears his skin apart as he drags his feet towards the bus stop.
He turns up his mp3 player, 'Halloween' by Misfits blasting out because it's totally seasonal and he waits for the bus to come. A few more students from his school are there but they all ignore him as per usual.
The bus arrives -fucking finally- and they all crowd on, Frank is always last in the queue and today is not different. Shrieks and shoving ensue and Frank just watches, fuming silently. It's his fucking birthday. People should have a fucking radar or some shit.
There's only one empty seat right at the front which Frank thanks God for. At least he doesn't have to sit by some asshole jock who would be more than happy to give him birthday beatings.
The bus pulls up outside the school which just looks far too much like prison for comfort. He runs off and immediately spots two out of his three friends.
He half jumps on Bob, who is awesome and made of stone, who just swears at him and shrugs him off. Ray is equally awesome but Frank is not sure what he's made of, possibly musical genius. He's melted Frank's face off a few times with his hXc solos.
They continue arguing about whatever the fuck they were arguing about before Frank interrupted, Frank thinks it might be Whether Or Not Shellfish Are In Fact 'Actual Fish', and just watches, half amused and half annoyed at being blatantly ignored on his birthday.
"The fuck, Toro? You might be some kind of guitar maestro but this is fucking stupid. Just because the word 'fish' is in their name does not make them an Actual Fish!"
Frank has kind of stopped listening because Mikeyway has just pulled up in some shitty-falling-apart car. Frank always wondered how the hell Mikey got to school but, tbh, this was not what he envisioned. He used to get the bus with Frank last year but just stopped when they came up to high school.
Mikeys just this weird but kind of wonderful, and everyone loves him despite the weird anyway, kind of kid. He was totally into this preppy girl called Alicia and she kind of surprised everyone by shoving her tongue in his mouth on the last day of the previous year. Mikey had actually smiled, big fucking ass grin and Frank had been a little scared for his mental health.
So here he is, climbing out of some dust wagon and Frank's heart kind of stops because, well, this guy that Frank maybe has this huge and ever-so-hugely inappropriate crush on. They go to catholic school ffs. You don't just start jonesing for boys. Unless you're Frank and have a target painted on your forehead. But apparently Frank's crush has a target painted on his forehead too because seriously, who the hell is a goth at a catholic school?! Frank swears he gets detention at least once a week for not cutting his long, black hair (which Frank kind of wants to smell and stroke, whatever ok. He has it bad and he knows. so screwed seriously). And his tie is always crooked or badly done up and some teacher yells at him for it at twice a day.
But more importantly, why the fuck is Mikeway in his car?
Frank nearly throws up or something over-dramatic before he reminds himself that Mikey isstraight and has a very popular girlfriend.
Frank's Crush just sort of smiles awkwardly at Mikey before looking at Frank (like right at him, Frank swears it. or he could just be looking in the general direction of Mikey gesturing at them vaguely but Frank would kind of like to believe that his crush would maybe notice he existed someday). Then Mikey is just coming over and being all
"Hey guys."
And Ray is just like
"Why the hell would they call them Shellfish if they weren't Actual Fish?"
Mikey looks a little bemused for a second before turning to Frank, who is still slightly star struck because hi! The Satan Worshipping Senior Who Wears Too Much Black and who Frank totally wants in his pants round about now just looked at him and knows his best friend. And apparently there is no sanity for any of Mikeyway's friends today.
"Dude, what," Mikey says, kind of unnerved. because Frank is pulling some kind of weird far off face and his cheeks are bright red and apparently the whole world has gone insane.
"Who is that?"
"Who?"
"The kind of gorgeous senior with the beautiful white skin that I kind of want to bite, because OMG BEST PRESENT EVER, whose car you were just in," is what Frank wants to say but instead he goes for "That guy who drove you to school."
"Oh, that's my brother."
And Frank seriously considers asking Mikey if he could please have his brother for his birthday saying as everyone had forgotten his birthday completely.
Naturally, Frank has all his worst lessons today. Double Chemistry, Religion and Gym to name a few. He sighs because such is his life.
He sits in the lab, frowning and pouting just a little.
"Hey y'guise. You wanna come over for a horror movie marathon tonight?" Mikey asks.
And not even the thought of possibly spending halloween with his crush turned Mikey's hot older brother can cheer him up. Ok, so maybe a little but knowing Frank's luck, he will probably go worship Satan with some freaky senior friends. but Frank nods anyway because it's better than watching soaps with his mom.
"My parents are out of town so I kind of have to stay in," Bob takes a break from arguing with Ray (still) to say.
"You could crash round my place instead of being home alone?"
"Sure," Bob shrugged.
"You guys too?"
Ray and Frank nod because it's a friday and it's not like they have anything better to do. And Frank maybe hopes he can get a glimpse at Mikey's brother's room.
"What's your brother's name?"
"Gerard," Mikey says cautiously but he doesn't question it because sometimes Frank just demands random things. Like the time he wanted to know Morrissey's birthday. Mikey just shrugs and answers.
Gerard. Frank runs the name through his head a few times and maybe imagines writing it on the front of his exercise books.
The rest of the lesson passes in quiet boredom in which Frank is so tempted to sharpie 'I ♥ Gerard Way' onto his arm under his shirt but he thinks it might freak Mikey out a little bit if he saw.
And ok, so maybe he does in the end but he rolls down his sleeve really quickly before anyone sees.
Second lesson is always going to be worse because his Religion teacher hates halloween like burning (she's been known to go on rants about the devil and sinful pursuits. Frank just hopes she can't read his mind. He doubts she would approve of his fantasies about sinful pursuits with his best friend's brother) and seems to think he's some kind of devil spawn for being born on this day.
Frank switches off all lesson, wondering what his dad baught him, what movies Mikey would have instore for them that night, if any of them were Gerard's and then mentally scolding himself for being slightly obsessive. But really? he was a teenage boy. What else was he meant to think about? Though he doesn't think he could ever live down the shame of getting hard in Religion.
Lunch hour arrives eventually. Alicia joins them as usual, messing with Mikey's hair and he gets all beamy again which Frank has finally become accustomed to. She's actually really nice, Frank thinks. And it's a total asset to have a friend dating her. One time a jock kind of persuaded Frank that the acid in the laboratory was actually food colouring mixed with water and convinced him to drink some. Frank realizes it was a stupid thing to do in the first place but he hates being called a coward and well, he's lucky it wasn't toxic or anything. but whatever, Alicia totally bent the guy's ear for like a week afterwards and since then Frank, Ray and Bob had been completely left alone by everyone looking for a fight. Mikey was already popular in his own weird way.
There's no cake in his lunch, which he is kind of put out about because Walmart have just started doing this really nice chocolate one that doesn't even have any eggs in. He sighs and looks up at his friends, about to pull his puppy dogs on them because they have totallyforgotten his birthday but OMG EWWWW. Mikey and Alicia are practically having sex on the table and Frank just doesn't need to see that. like ever.
He has gym right after lunch which is possibly the worst lesson ever invented. Getting up and sucking at gymnastics in front of his peers is not his ideal way to celebrate his birthday tbh. He gets changed in grumpy silence, christening this his worst birthday ever. Gerard isn't even there so Frank can't watch him get changed which also kind of sucks.
He gets about five minutes into the lesson before some jerk- was is the food colouring guy? Frank bets it was- pushes him over. Hard. and OW. Motherfucking ow. wtf?! His ankle is like fucking broken.
So his teacher has to take him to the nurse. He feels kind of sorry for her because she wears really short shorts, has blond hair tied back in a tony tail and a pretty face and practically all the guys in his class drool over her. She gets wolfwhistles and everything. Which kind of makes him want to hit them because she's actually really nice. He probably would kind of enjoy having her arm around him, supporting his ankle like this but his heart belongs to a certain senior and Frank begins to really question his sexuality. He's prolly a little late on this but w/e.
He collapses into the chair outside the nurse's office and she has to go back to get sexually harassed by horny teenage boys and try to teach them something other than their libido. So he waits for like an hour. Seriously, what the hell is that nurse doing in there? Is someone dying?!
Thoughts of dying people are pushed out of Frank's head when Gerard comes round the corner. Frank is suddenly aware of the fact he's in disgusting gym shorts and maybe sweaty from pain and swearing violently under his breath. and there's Gerard who is so fucking pretty and... covered in flour. In his fucking hair and all down his blazer.
Gerard glances up at Frank from under neath his hair and quickly looks back down, making Frank's hear fall a little. And he's just walking past. and hell yeah, thinks Frank, his ass is totally better than his gym teacher's.
"Hey!" he calls.
Gerard turns, arms tightening around a large bag clutched to his chest.
"You're Mikey's brother, right?"
"Y-yeah," Gerard replies and he has the softest, sweetest, most fucking gay and perfect voice Frank has ever heard.
"I'm Frank," Frank says and tries to stand up but his ankle kind of gives way and he falls back into his chair.
"Are you ok?" Gerard sounds kind of concerned and takes a few timid steps back towards Frank.
"Yeah, I just busted my ankle in gym."
Gerard nods and purses his lips (which Frank finds and adorable) as though wondering what to say next.
"You gonna join us in our horror movie marathon tonight?"
"Well I wouldn't want to intrude or anything I guess."
"No!" Frank demands, a little too vehemently to be entirely innocent. "It would be awesome. Alicia will probably be there which means Mikey will be eating her face and Bob and Ray will just argue. So."
"I could keep you sane," Gerard smiles and pushes his safety-curtain of hair back a little.
Frank fucking beams. "I'd like th- I mean. Yeah, that would be good."
Gerard bites his bottom lip as though trying to stop his smile from escaping.
"Sure," he says simply and Frank thinks his face might crack from his grin.
He kind of desperately wants to say "it's a date" but just doesn't quite dare. So he says
"What you got there?"
"Cake. Eggless. For my Catering."
"Awesome! Can I see?"
So Gerard comes over and pulls his "cake" out of the bag. At first Frank can't really look at it because he's never seen Gerard up so close before and hi, he's so pretty but then he looks down and he feels his eyes widen. Because that is seriously not a cake. It looks like a viciously burnt block of wood or something equally uneatable.
He looks up at Gerard, a bemused smile on his face.
"I got the recipe from Walmart."
And that thing before Frank's eyes does not resemble the delicious cake he tried. But he thinks if Gerard offered him a piece he would take it. Maybe.
He's about to say something really intelligent, preferably funny, when the door opens and the nurse calls him in. Of all the bad timing. Honestly.
So Gerard just stores his cake away, mutters something like "see you later, yeah" and shuffles off.
Frank sighs as his heart sinks and he hobbles in to see the nurse.
It turns out his ankle isn't even broken, just fucking sprained so Bob laughs at him quite a lot for being such a drama queen which Frank does not really appreciate and pouts for all he's worth. But hey, it could be worse. He knows Gerard does catering! Which is really too awesome. Though his skills seem to be slightly lacking, Frank thinks Gerard has very good potential as a housewife. With a feather duster. And a french maid outfit.
Fucking finally, the day is over and Frank calls his mom to say he's getting a ride back with Mikey and his older brother and is it ok if he sleeps over there? Of course it is, she says and asks him if he needs any pyjamas but no, cuts in Mikey, he could totally borrow some from him or his brother. And Frank has no arguments for that at all. If he gets a bonus night of sniffing Gerard's clothing then so much is the better in his stalkerish little mind.
And then Gerard is leaning up against the side of his old rickety subaru (Frank thinks it hasnever been washed), which Frank can suddenly see the aesthetic side of. Especially as the light is shining behind Gerard's head and he appears to have some weird kind of electric halo.
Frank gets shotgun because Alicia and Mikey are in the backseat (and making gross slurping noises on eachother's faces and so Gerard turns the music up and grimaces) and Bob and Ray and coming later. There isn't any way they can talk over the music and smacking of lips but Frank just feels lucky enough when Gerard's fingers accidentally brush against his thigh as he puts the vehicle in gear.
The house is weird and dark and full of pictures of Al Pacino and Marilyn Monroe. But Frank kind of likes it because it's not obvious and it's kind of eccentric, just like the Ways themselves.
Mikey starts making really bad excuses like "I need to. erm. show Alicia my. um. math homework."
and Alicias all "Homework! yeah!"
and Frank and Gerard just roll their eyes because whatever. Mikey has not been that excited about homework since... ever.
Gerard just offers Frank coffee and Frank accepts, obviously and they sit at the kitchen table, closed butter-yellow curtains casting warm shadows around the kitchen as they talk. It turns out Gerard has a fucking awesome taste in music. and well, Frank likes some of the same movies but he thought Phantom Of The Paradise was pretty shit tbh but the horror stuff Gerard likes is totally awesome.
Frank wonders vaguely how Gerard is so awesome and if he would mind awfully if Frank stuck his tongue in Gerard's mouth round about now.
They're just reliving their favourite bits from both versions of Dawn Of The Dead when Ray and Bob ring on the bell. Turns out they brought alot of popcorn with them, which Frank totally appreciates because he can eat that. Though Gerard looks kinda bummed out because apparently salt is his preferred flavour and they only provided sweet.
Ray contributes his own favourite scene to the Dawn Of The Dead montage whilst Bob insists that Night Of The Living Dead is sooo much better, which sparks off an arguement so Gerard suggests to Frank that he got upstairs and fetch Mikey and Alicia (he advises that Frank knock first) and says he'll just go get the DVDs from upstairs.
So Frank heads down to the basement, in which there are two rooms. One of the doors is covered in Iron Maiden, The Cure and Misfits posters whereas the other has a couple of Morrissey and many, many pictures of Alicia and Mikey from photobooths. Tbh it doesn't take Frank long to figure whose is whose.
He knocks on Mikey's door and eventually a rather disheveled looking Mikey answers. Frank raises his eyebrow at him and tells him their presence is required upstairs and making out is strictly forbidden beyond his own door.
Mikey rolls his eyes.
"We'll be up in a second."
And because Frank is actually a complete and utter stalker he cannot resist but sneak into Gerard's room. Just for a second.
It's dark and messy and kind of smells but Frank likes it because Frank just has it bad enough that it actually smells nice to him. He kind of wants to crawl into the unmade bed but he actually has a shred of dignity (and fear). That doesn't stop him from looking through Gerard's sketch book though and why the fuck did Mikey not tell him that he has an artistic genius for a brother?
The colours are so vibrant and the vampires and... deformed children (Frank knew Gerard was odd but this is a new level in his weirdness and, in Frank's opinion, his awesomeness) just seem to come to life. And. Frank stops breathing. Because that's him. Fucking shit! That's fucking him! OMG.
He quickly puts the sketch book back where he found it but seriously cannot wipe the grin off his face for the life of him.
He slips back into the corridor, still beaming like the love struck fool he is.
"Gerard fancies-" Alicia begins in that giddy voice she only uses when she is getting her fix of juicy gossip fresh from concentrate.
"He's been in love with Frank for weeks now," Mikey confirms and Frankgapes. "He only found out his name today but he was all happy stalker and went on about a cake."
Frank feels a burst of pride because Gerard totally wants him like he wants Gerard and why is he not upstairs attaching himself permanently to Gerard's lips?
But then the door opens and Mikeyway does the most hilarious double take all OH-SHIT-HAVE-I-BURST-MY-WEIRD-ELDER-BROT
"Let's go upstairs."
"Are you ok?" Mikey asks him.
Frank just giggles in this psychotic/euphoric way and pulls them on. He bounds up the stairs with them and he just enters the room when
"SURPRISE!"
And there is Bob and Ray and Gerard around the table, grinning like fools surrounded by balloons and Gerard's ugly vegan!cake, gripping party poppers. Mikey and Alicia go and stand by them, suddenly holding brightly wrapped presents and Frank could cry for joy. because they didn't forget. because he has the best friends ever.
"Happy Birthday!" they all crow because they are obviously pleased with themselves and start waving cards and presents at him.
After he's opened all the presents and hugged everyone but Gerard, he turns to Mikeyway's creepy, stalker older brother and beams at him. Mikey and Alicia are pretty busy making out again (this time not because they plotted to draw Frank into the basement but because well, they tend to do that regardless) and Bob and Ray are arguing about zombies.
"I hope you like the cake," Gerard smiles and that has to be the most beautiful thing Frank has ever seen.
and Of course he will enjoy the cake. No one's ever made him one before. Even if it is ugly and looks completely foul. He takes a slice and smells it. It's not as bad a smell as he was anticipating. and surprisingly it tastes even better.
Frank decided that telling Gerard how surprisingly pleasing and chocolately his cake is quite a nice idea but that grinning at him ridiculously and then kissing him is a much better one.
Gerard freezes against Frank's lips so Frank pulls back and continues smiling.
"So I hear you have a totally freaky, stalker crush on me?"
Gerard blushes so hard Frank thinks he might burst.
"I-er-"
"Me too," Frank says and rolls up his sleeve.
Gerard gazes blankly at the words 'I ♥ Gerard Way' on Frank's arm for a few minutes before gazing back into Frank's smiling eyes and bashfully risks a grin.
Frank meets it with his own and brushes Gerard's lower lip with his tongue hopefully. Gerard slides a hand onto Frank's neck and opens his mouth. Frank moans appreciatively and giggles at himself. It's not long before Gerard joins in and they just stand there, arms around eachother, laughing hopelessly.
And tbh, this is better than a new guitar. Better than anything Frank could have asked for. Totally the best birthday ever, he thinks and squeezes Gerard tighter. They just stand there for a while and look at eachother.
"Hi," Frank grins all glowy with Big-Gay-Stalker-Love.
Gerard presses their lips together chastely before replying
"Hi."
And yeah, his friends own. Best birthday ever. Hands down.
