Oreos | Frerard [Completed]

27-Friday

4:47pm

Gerard: I'm home alooooooneeeeee

Frank: is that an invitation

Frank: cuz I think I should at least take you to dinner first, but hey whatever you want

Gerard: did you really just say that

Frank: idk did I? :)

Gerard: oh boy

Gerard: sorry not sorry to break it to ya but that's a little gay Frank

Frank: only for you

Frank: lol but actually tho

Gerard: ?

Frank: I like dudes

Gerard: oh

Gerard: wow

Frank: I mean I still like girls too tho so

Gerard: So you're bi?

Frank: I guess

Gerard: cool

Gerard: So does that mean you're gonna do something about that guy

Frank: I'll never tell

Gerard: wwoooww

Frank: ¯\_(ツ)_/¯

Gerard: lol

Gerard: it took me so long to figure out how to do that

Frank: I just copied yours and pasted

Gerard: wow nice

Frank: yup

Gerard: I'm gonna go buy some food see ya

Frank: k

Frank's POV

I wait near the entrance of the small restaurant, taking in all the smells of everyone else's half-devoured pizzas.

The bell dings, marking the arrival of a new customer. Out of habit, I look to the glass door to see who's there. I smile when I see him.

"Gerard," I greet, waving him over. He notices me and nears. "What's up?"

"Uh, just getting something to eat."

"Yeah. Wanna sit together? Not that many tables open." We looked around, confirming my statement. All but one of the dirty wooden tables were taken.

"Sure. I'm gonna go put in my order, I'll meet you there."

I nod and we go our separate ways. He comes back shortly with a receipt and sits down across from me.

"What'd you get?" I ask.

"Cheese."

"Boring," I tease him.

He laughs and I smile at the sound.

"Oh yeah? What'd you get?"

"Veggie."

He makes a face of slight disgust and confusion. "Weirdo."

"Hey! Shut up, I'm a vegetarian," I smile and shrug, tapping a quarter on the table.

"Frank Iero?" a lady calls out. I sigh.

"What was that sigh for?" Gerard asks.

"She mispronounced my last name," I respond, scoffing a bit, before getting up to grab my food.

I thank the lady with a fake smile plastered on my face and carry the delicious-looking pizza back to the table. Gerard ordered not long after me, so I suspect that his will be done soon.