Trollin the Dungeons

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A/N: Okay... First of all, Damn you Gerard >.< You're lucky I like Frank. Second of all, We're being really strict about who we dedicate these chapters to. If you want a dedication, we will gladly give you one of you write an essay. (Okay, our idea of an essay is like... 3-5 sentances...) Third, this should probably only be rated PG but we can't change it.  Fourth, I apologize for typos... My rat Blue was crawling on my laptop. Read on...


Frank's POV

I gulped as I looked at the drink. Something told me this was a bad idea. It may have been Gerard whispering in my ear.

"Frank, you have no idea what they may have done to that drink," he whispered.

"I'll be fine, Gee," I replied. Gerard shook his head.

I brought the cup up to my lips and took a sip.

"Well, that was disgusting," I said. I felt absolutely fine.

Quinn grumbled as he handed over the 7 sickles.

"This isn't over, Potter. Meet me in the trophy room at midnight on Halloween for a wizard's duel," he growled. 

"Can't wait to beat your ass, Malfoy," I replied.

"We'll see, Potter," Quinn spat. Just then Snape came back and Quinn, Dan, and Jepha had to leave.

In The Common Room that same night...

"How was detention?" Ray asked.

"Wipe that smirk off your face!" Gerard growled jokingly.

"Before you start bickering like old ladies, Detention was boring as hell," I replied with a glare at Gerard and Ray.

"Old ladies!?" Ray and Gerard exclaimed.

"You heard me," I chuckled. 

"Fuck you," Gerard muttered.

"When and where?" I replied with a smirk.

Gerard punched me on the arm.

"You Bloody disgusting midget!"

"Do ya really mean it?"

"Yeah. Now wipe that perverted look of your face," Gerard hissed. I grinned.

"You know you love it," I said with a wink.

"I'm going to bed," Mikey grumbled.

I guess me and Gerard were too sexy for him to handle.

Heh, Gerard was sexy.

SHUT THE FUCK UP BRAIN!

 I'm Not Okay, I promise... I was having weird thoughts about my best friend. That was NOT right, in any way.

Well, maybe if Gerard was a girl.

But he's a BOY!

"I'm gonna go to bed, too," Ray muttered.

That left me and Gerard.

Fuck. My. Life.

Gerard was staring at the fire, deep in thought.

"Whatcha thinkin?" I asked.

"Oh, nothing," Gerard chuckled nervously.

"It's obviously something," I replied.

"It's not important," Gerard insisted.

"Okay," I said with a shrug. Gerard looked relieved that I let it go.

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