Frerard One-Shots #Wattys2016 [currently being edited]

Gerard's POV

"Hey Frank, guess what next Monday is?" I asked my lovely Frank.

"Umm, I go out of town?" Frank asked, unsure.

"YES I'M SO EXCI- wait", I shook my head. "What?"

"I have to go see my dad. He was arrested in Iowa", Frank shrugged.

That was the wrong answer. It's my birthday!

"Oh", I frowned. "But what about my bir-".

"I'm really sorry, Gee. My mom is dragging me along", Frank sighed.

I didn't want him to feel bad. That would make me a bad husband.

"It's okay Frankie", I fake smiled. "Are you driving or flying?"

"Ummm," Frank thought. "Flying."

"And you're leaving on Monday?" I clarified.

"Yup", Frank nodded. "Early, early, Monday morning."

"Do you want me to drive you?" I offered.

"Oh yeah, Frank scratched the back of his neck. "That's fine sweetie".

"I can't wait", I smiled.

Did Frank forget my birthday?

It seems everyone did because a week later when Monday came, no one even called. It was nine in the morning, Frank's mom had showed up at our house to be driven to the airport, and I was kind of agitated.

"It's okay Gee", Frank smiled. "I'll be back by tomorrow, don't be bummed".

"Oh, yay", I said in a mock tone.

I drove them to the airport. Just as Frank was about to get out of the car, he hesistates.

"Wait a second!" he seemed to have an epiphany.

Did he remember?

"How could I forget?!" he exclaimed.

Frank reached into his pocket and pulled out a little slip of paper.

"Could you go pick up my leather jacket from the dry cleaners? It should be the dry cleaners downtown and they should be open by now", Frank handed me the ticket.

He kissed my cheek and bid me a goodbye following a "Thank you".

Dry cleaning?!?!

I sighed and put my car in drive, accidentally putting it in reverse and nearly hitting the car behind me. I drove the hour and a half it took to get to the address on the slip, but it was just a vacant lot.

I tried to call Frank. It rang twice before he cut it off. I tried again, but this time his phone was turned off.

Now how suspicious is that?

I went up and down the same street, looking for a place where I could ask for this dry cleaner's, but everyone said they didn't know where it was.

In the end, I decided to Google it. Finally, there was a legible solution. But this one was three hours away, and it was two. But I guess I'd have to do that for Frankie.

I stopped to get gas and hit the road.

At least something was keeping me distracted from this crappy birthday.

When I got there, I got there thirty minutes early. I didn't realize I had speeded.

I walked in, and sure enough, there was Frank's jacket! I walked up to the counter and politely asked for the jacket.

"I must have your ticket", the woman on the other side sassed.

"Okay", I said. "Here."

I handed over the ticket. With a little bit of scepticism, she handed the jacket over.

"That'll be $70", she requested.

It's my birthday, why should I do this?

Oh, it's for Frank.

I forked over the cash and stomped out angrily, just ready to be home. I began to think of this terrible wasted birthday all the way home. I was crying by the time I parked.

I didn't care if anyone in the world forgot. Anyone besides Frankie or even my parents or brother. It was a jab to the heart.

I walked in, crying my eyes out. Embarrassingly enough, there were all of my friends. All of them. And standing at the front was my Frankie.

"Oh my God" I sobbed.

I ran into Frankie's arms.

It was turning out to be better....

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