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Four numbers, eight letters, two syllables, two vowels and six consanents.
The signifigance was undisputable, and despite differences in gender, race or sexuality, midnight was something known virtually through the human race. Some believed it was the beginning of the Witching Hour; others knew it simply as the beginning of the next day. But December 31st held other importance, and Gerard was slightly indimitated by the time.
Just four numbers, eight letters, two syllables, two vowels and six consanents.
New Year's Eve was turned into a roaring party at his house; his parents and their friends gladly sloshing down alcohol in ridiculous and embarassing party hats. Gerard guessed his younger brother Mikey was lounged on the family couch, idly watching the television with swaying interrest while Gerard stayed in the basement. He felt slightly detached from the social aspect of the night, his door shut and locked to keep out any swaying drunk adults from making their way into his makeshift bedroom. He hoped Mikey was having as much fun as he did himself, and felt abonaned by his friends who were spending their vacation at relative's houses. New Year's seemed like a sparkler that had burned all the way down for Gerard; the wonderful and twinkling feeling of happiness but a glimmer under the shadows of lonliness.
As if it had become a tradition, he made his way stubbornly up the steps after forcing himself from his bed to watch the last ten minutes of the year on the television with his family. He paused in the doorway between the staircase hallway and the livingroom to watch the screen glowing with gleeful people bundled in ski jackets and scarves while awaiting the approaching year to make its way. He was about to stagger over to the couch to lounge with his brother, but held onto the wood frame when he found Mikey wasn't alone.
"Gerard!" his mother called happily from the kitchen's entrance across from where he stood, still holding a bubbling glass of champaine, "there you are. You remember Ms. Iero, don't you? Oh, she brought her son tonight, see?"
He nodded once, letting his mother slip out of view and back into the chattering kitchen full of her drunk friends. He did remember the woman, but couldn't think of when he had seen or met her son, the boy on the couch nothing but a stranger to him. He looked young, about the age of Mikey he guessed, and felt slightly out of place by leaning in the doorframe and staring at him. He seemed to part his lips in way to break the lack of conversation, "Hi."
The dark haired teen smirked in a crooked way, his cheek only pulling up on one side and gave a slight wave of his index and middle finger to gesture the return greeting. "Hi. I'm, uh, Frank."
Gerard nodded a second time and made his way to the couch, feeling more at ease. He wedged himself between the armrest and the boy, drawing himself closer to the cusioned side then to the other teenager. "I haven't seen you around at all. Are you in school?"
Frank, much to his surprise, broadened his smile and looked directly at him. Not many had whole heartly made an effort to pay attention to him or give such a reaction to a simple question. "Just switched schools, actually. Catholic school never did me good..."
The pressure on the couch suddenly shifted as Mikey stood up to stretch and rub the back of his neck. "I think I'm going to bed."
Gerard's stomach flip flopped in a nervous, sick way. He wasn't sure if he wanted to be left alone with Frank, and gave his brother a disproving look. "Already? Its almost midnight."
"Mm," he agreed, rubbing his fist under his glasses to get to his eyes, "I'm just really tired. 'Night Gee, nice to meet you Frank." He waved his hand slightly as he turned to leave and turned sharply into the hallway.
Frank immediatly scooted down the couch to give Gerard room, and fidgeted with his hands in a restless way. "Your brother's nice. I think I'll be in some of his classes, I guess. You go to the same school?"
He nodded for the third time, feeling repetetive. "Yeah. Only one more year to go," he smiled more to himself at the idea of graduating, "you a freshmen?"
He shook his head quickly, staring at the television. "Sophomore."
"Never would of guessed."
The conversation lulled, but Gerard felt as though he should of broken the silence. Frank seemed like the kind of kid who liked talking, and the older teen watched him fidget with his fingers, his lip ring and then his hair. He twisted the locks around his index finger over and over again while watching the television screen with large eyes. Gerard smiled; Frank was the complete oppisite of him, he figured. He was childish in a way despite his age, and seemed more attention defficit and curious than Gerard would ever be. It was entertaing to watch the kid; much more than the New Year's countdown.
Frank's words came out in a rush, like his mind was in overdrive, "I never kissed anyone on New Year's, have you? You know, at midnight, it seems over rated, but something I wanna try, do you ever wanna kiss someone at midnight?"
Gerard was slightly startled by the questions and the way he asked, but smiled slightly. "Um...I never really thought about it."
"So you haven't kissed someone on New Year's? Have you kissed anyone?"
He felt ashamed of himself, "No. Not yet."
Frank smiled in a crooked way. "I have. It wasn't very fun, really. I got in trouble for it."
"For what? I mean, its just a kiss."
"I kissed a guy," he stated in a matter of factly tone, "he wasn't a very good kisser. And then I had to switch schools, because we got caught. I don't think it was worth it, but maybe it was, you know? I got to have my first kiss. Even if it sucked."
Gerard felt awkward about learning these things. He wasn't sure if he was okay with the fact that Frank was probally homosexual, and his hyperactive attitude was sort of getting annoying. He shifted against the arm rest further to shrink away from the teen, not sure if he wanted to get up and leave or not. "Oh. I'm...sorry?"
"You shouldn't be, it was my fault anyways," Frank smiled, still watching the television screen, "I'm kind of glad I did it, I get to go to a new school and everything..."
"Yeah...that sounds, um, cool," Gerard didn't know what to say.
As if the teen wasn't awkward enough, Frank turned and caught him off guard, "Do you wanna kiss at midnight?"
No one had ever asked him to kiss, neverless compliment him or give interest in the guy. Let alone someone of the same gender. "...excuse me?"
"Just asking," Frank turned his attention back to the TV, "you're really cute, you know that? And you seem like you wanna kiss me and I wouldn't mind that, you know?"
"I don't want to kiss you," he strangled out, amazed at how the kid could say things like that, "why would I want to?"
Frank shrugged, smiling in a noncelant way, "You seem like you would want to."
Gerard felt offended, and frowned, "What's that supposed to mean?"
He smiled, the gesture almost imply, "You seem like the nervous type, you know? But you're talking to me...," he looked at him intently, "I'm out there, aren't I? Like, I wonder why you haven't left yet..."
Gerard wasn't sure, either. He wasn't exactly the social type, not to mention not interrested in guys, but found that he was lonely enough to spend his time with some twitchy and excited gay kid. He wasn't horrible, he thought, but was slightly put off by all the things he was throwing at Gerard. "I don't know," he mumbled, trying to focus on the television screen.
Frank smiled, "We should kiss at midnight!"
"I don't want to," he gave him a disgusted look, "I jut met you! What is your fascination with kissing me?"
"Well, why don't you want to? You haven't kissed anyone yet...and besides! Wouldn't it be fun to do it on New Year's Ever, huh?"
He burrowed himself in the corner of the couch, getting more and more uncomortable with every passing second, "Its just midnight. Just fucking...four numbers. Eight letters...two syllables, two vowels and six consanents."
"That's an odd way of putting it," he admitted but grinned, "you're pessimistic, you know that?"
"Not shit," he muttered under his breath. He wanted to dive for the exit immediatly, but found he was wedged so far in the couch it took an effort to get himself out.
Frank seemed to watch him. "We don't have to," he said softly, "If you really don't want to. I just think you're really...," he smirked, "cute."
Gerard's stomach sloshed in a half turn inside himself, and felt a bubbling sensation inside his belly. It was the first time he had expierenced butterflies tickling his insides, and he wondered if this was what it felt like to have a sense of self confidence swell after a compliment. It was odd, he thought, how his heart was suddenly lodged in his throat and his muscles relaxed from their tight, defensive mode. Gerard blushed; no one had ever called him cute. "Oh," he breathed, looking at his lap out of embarassment, "thank you?"
For a moment, there was no reply, but as he glanced up to see if Frank was still there, he was met by bright, curious eyes. For once in his life, he didn't look away from the contact. "You're welcome," Frank answered, his hyperactive tone had lulled to a soft murmur. His lips twitched into a smirk.
A sudden commotion errupted from the kitchen, the wasted voices of his parents mixing in with the other hammered adults; they were counting, very pourly, down to the last few seconds of the year. Gerard was immobile: his limbs refused to move as he couldn't turn his head to look away. He was scared, a oddly enough, waiting; he wasn't sure what it was for, but when Frank leant foreward, he knew it wasn't much of a suprise. "-Two," the voices clammered, "One!"
The first thing Gerard thought was that Frank's lips were chapped; they were rough and uncomfortable, and the metallic ring around the flesh was too cold, and yet, he couldn't tear away. He wasn't sure what he was supposed to do, but when the teen's lips parted and wet, soft flesh met his, he was pulled into instinct. Somehow Frank's free hand had found its way into Gerard's hair, and despite the pulling and pushing, he leant closer, the kid's nails digging their way into his skull. For a first kiss, he sighed inwardly, it wasn't half bad.
Frank was the first to pull away, his mouth pulled into a drunkard smile. " 'm sorry," he mumbled, "couldn't help myself..."
"Its," Gerard took a moment to breathe fully, "fine."
He laughed, the bouncing sound nervous and blissful all at once, "No problem. Atleast we got our first New Year's kiss, huh? A good way to kick off the year..."
"Yeah," he breathed, "yeah."
New Year's, Gerard concluded, was much more than just four numbers, eight letters, two syllables, two vowels and six consanents.
The signifigance was undisputable, and despite differences in gender, race or sexuality, midnight was something known virtually through the human race. Some believed it was the beginning of the Witching Hour; others knew it simply as the beginning of the next day. But December 31st held other importance, and Gerard was slightly indimitated by the time.
Just four numbers, eight letters, two syllables, two vowels and six consanents.
New Year's Eve was turned into a roaring party at his house; his parents and their friends gladly sloshing down alcohol in ridiculous and embarassing party hats. Gerard guessed his younger brother Mikey was lounged on the family couch, idly watching the television with swaying interrest while Gerard stayed in the basement. He felt slightly detached from the social aspect of the night, his door shut and locked to keep out any swaying drunk adults from making their way into his makeshift bedroom. He hoped Mikey was having as much fun as he did himself, and felt abonaned by his friends who were spending their vacation at relative's houses. New Year's seemed like a sparkler that had burned all the way down for Gerard; the wonderful and twinkling feeling of happiness but a glimmer under the shadows of lonliness.
As if it had become a tradition, he made his way stubbornly up the steps after forcing himself from his bed to watch the last ten minutes of the year on the television with his family. He paused in the doorway between the staircase hallway and the livingroom to watch the screen glowing with gleeful people bundled in ski jackets and scarves while awaiting the approaching year to make its way. He was about to stagger over to the couch to lounge with his brother, but held onto the wood frame when he found Mikey wasn't alone.
"Gerard!" his mother called happily from the kitchen's entrance across from where he stood, still holding a bubbling glass of champaine, "there you are. You remember Ms. Iero, don't you? Oh, she brought her son tonight, see?"
He nodded once, letting his mother slip out of view and back into the chattering kitchen full of her drunk friends. He did remember the woman, but couldn't think of when he had seen or met her son, the boy on the couch nothing but a stranger to him. He looked young, about the age of Mikey he guessed, and felt slightly out of place by leaning in the doorframe and staring at him. He seemed to part his lips in way to break the lack of conversation, "Hi."
The dark haired teen smirked in a crooked way, his cheek only pulling up on one side and gave a slight wave of his index and middle finger to gesture the return greeting. "Hi. I'm, uh, Frank."
Gerard nodded a second time and made his way to the couch, feeling more at ease. He wedged himself between the armrest and the boy, drawing himself closer to the cusioned side then to the other teenager. "I haven't seen you around at all. Are you in school?"
Frank, much to his surprise, broadened his smile and looked directly at him. Not many had whole heartly made an effort to pay attention to him or give such a reaction to a simple question. "Just switched schools, actually. Catholic school never did me good..."
The pressure on the couch suddenly shifted as Mikey stood up to stretch and rub the back of his neck. "I think I'm going to bed."
Gerard's stomach flip flopped in a nervous, sick way. He wasn't sure if he wanted to be left alone with Frank, and gave his brother a disproving look. "Already? Its almost midnight."
"Mm," he agreed, rubbing his fist under his glasses to get to his eyes, "I'm just really tired. 'Night Gee, nice to meet you Frank." He waved his hand slightly as he turned to leave and turned sharply into the hallway.
Frank immediatly scooted down the couch to give Gerard room, and fidgeted with his hands in a restless way. "Your brother's nice. I think I'll be in some of his classes, I guess. You go to the same school?"
He nodded for the third time, feeling repetetive. "Yeah. Only one more year to go," he smiled more to himself at the idea of graduating, "you a freshmen?"
He shook his head quickly, staring at the television. "Sophomore."
"Never would of guessed."
The conversation lulled, but Gerard felt as though he should of broken the silence. Frank seemed like the kind of kid who liked talking, and the older teen watched him fidget with his fingers, his lip ring and then his hair. He twisted the locks around his index finger over and over again while watching the television screen with large eyes. Gerard smiled; Frank was the complete oppisite of him, he figured. He was childish in a way despite his age, and seemed more attention defficit and curious than Gerard would ever be. It was entertaing to watch the kid; much more than the New Year's countdown.
Frank's words came out in a rush, like his mind was in overdrive, "I never kissed anyone on New Year's, have you? You know, at midnight, it seems over rated, but something I wanna try, do you ever wanna kiss someone at midnight?"
Gerard was slightly startled by the questions and the way he asked, but smiled slightly. "Um...I never really thought about it."
"So you haven't kissed someone on New Year's? Have you kissed anyone?"
He felt ashamed of himself, "No. Not yet."
Frank smiled in a crooked way. "I have. It wasn't very fun, really. I got in trouble for it."
"For what? I mean, its just a kiss."
"I kissed a guy," he stated in a matter of factly tone, "he wasn't a very good kisser. And then I had to switch schools, because we got caught. I don't think it was worth it, but maybe it was, you know? I got to have my first kiss. Even if it sucked."
Gerard felt awkward about learning these things. He wasn't sure if he was okay with the fact that Frank was probally homosexual, and his hyperactive attitude was sort of getting annoying. He shifted against the arm rest further to shrink away from the teen, not sure if he wanted to get up and leave or not. "Oh. I'm...sorry?"
"You shouldn't be, it was my fault anyways," Frank smiled, still watching the television screen, "I'm kind of glad I did it, I get to go to a new school and everything..."
"Yeah...that sounds, um, cool," Gerard didn't know what to say.
As if the teen wasn't awkward enough, Frank turned and caught him off guard, "Do you wanna kiss at midnight?"
No one had ever asked him to kiss, neverless compliment him or give interest in the guy. Let alone someone of the same gender. "...excuse me?"
"Just asking," Frank turned his attention back to the TV, "you're really cute, you know that? And you seem like you wanna kiss me and I wouldn't mind that, you know?"
"I don't want to kiss you," he strangled out, amazed at how the kid could say things like that, "why would I want to?"
Frank shrugged, smiling in a noncelant way, "You seem like you would want to."
Gerard felt offended, and frowned, "What's that supposed to mean?"
He smiled, the gesture almost imply, "You seem like the nervous type, you know? But you're talking to me...," he looked at him intently, "I'm out there, aren't I? Like, I wonder why you haven't left yet..."
Gerard wasn't sure, either. He wasn't exactly the social type, not to mention not interrested in guys, but found that he was lonely enough to spend his time with some twitchy and excited gay kid. He wasn't horrible, he thought, but was slightly put off by all the things he was throwing at Gerard. "I don't know," he mumbled, trying to focus on the television screen.
Frank smiled, "We should kiss at midnight!"
"I don't want to," he gave him a disgusted look, "I jut met you! What is your fascination with kissing me?"
"Well, why don't you want to? You haven't kissed anyone yet...and besides! Wouldn't it be fun to do it on New Year's Ever, huh?"
He burrowed himself in the corner of the couch, getting more and more uncomortable with every passing second, "Its just midnight. Just fucking...four numbers. Eight letters...two syllables, two vowels and six consanents."
"That's an odd way of putting it," he admitted but grinned, "you're pessimistic, you know that?"
"Not shit," he muttered under his breath. He wanted to dive for the exit immediatly, but found he was wedged so far in the couch it took an effort to get himself out.
Frank seemed to watch him. "We don't have to," he said softly, "If you really don't want to. I just think you're really...," he smirked, "cute."
Gerard's stomach sloshed in a half turn inside himself, and felt a bubbling sensation inside his belly. It was the first time he had expierenced butterflies tickling his insides, and he wondered if this was what it felt like to have a sense of self confidence swell after a compliment. It was odd, he thought, how his heart was suddenly lodged in his throat and his muscles relaxed from their tight, defensive mode. Gerard blushed; no one had ever called him cute. "Oh," he breathed, looking at his lap out of embarassment, "thank you?"
For a moment, there was no reply, but as he glanced up to see if Frank was still there, he was met by bright, curious eyes. For once in his life, he didn't look away from the contact. "You're welcome," Frank answered, his hyperactive tone had lulled to a soft murmur. His lips twitched into a smirk.
A sudden commotion errupted from the kitchen, the wasted voices of his parents mixing in with the other hammered adults; they were counting, very pourly, down to the last few seconds of the year. Gerard was immobile: his limbs refused to move as he couldn't turn his head to look away. He was scared, a oddly enough, waiting; he wasn't sure what it was for, but when Frank leant foreward, he knew it wasn't much of a suprise. "-Two," the voices clammered, "One!"
The first thing Gerard thought was that Frank's lips were chapped; they were rough and uncomfortable, and the metallic ring around the flesh was too cold, and yet, he couldn't tear away. He wasn't sure what he was supposed to do, but when the teen's lips parted and wet, soft flesh met his, he was pulled into instinct. Somehow Frank's free hand had found its way into Gerard's hair, and despite the pulling and pushing, he leant closer, the kid's nails digging their way into his skull. For a first kiss, he sighed inwardly, it wasn't half bad.
Frank was the first to pull away, his mouth pulled into a drunkard smile. " 'm sorry," he mumbled, "couldn't help myself..."
"Its," Gerard took a moment to breathe fully, "fine."
He laughed, the bouncing sound nervous and blissful all at once, "No problem. Atleast we got our first New Year's kiss, huh? A good way to kick off the year..."
"Yeah," he breathed, "yeah."
New Year's, Gerard concluded, was much more than just four numbers, eight letters, two syllables, two vowels and six consanents.
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F-Frerard? Oh. Oh my god.
This is a whole year old, man! It was rotting in my untouched folders, and I thought "Huh. I should post this."
And guess what? I did 8D I thought, you know, since the holidays are coming soon...so. Holiday themed.
Sorry if it seems disjointed, ends shortly, or everyone seems wacked out. I haven't writting [good] Frerard in awhile. Meaning...a year. Or more. I'm not expecting good critique, I just posted it for fun.
This is a whole year old, man! It was rotting in my untouched folders, and I thought "Huh. I should post this."
And guess what? I did 8D I thought, you know, since the holidays are coming soon...so. Holiday themed.
Sorry if it seems disjointed, ends shortly, or everyone seems wacked out. I haven't writting [good] Frerard in awhile. Meaning...a year. Or more. I'm not expecting good critique, I just posted it for fun.
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Hahaha, I like hyperactive Frank! This is very cute, I love how Gerard's like "eww, get away from me freak!" and Frank's like "kiss me stranger man!"