Frerard One-Shots #Wattys2016 [currently being edited]

Gerards POV~ 6 years old

   Frankie and I were running around in my yard, playing tag. It wasn't normally fun with two people, but anything was more fun with Frankie.

   I was it and I was chasing after the Frank machine. For such a tiny person, he could run really fast.

   "Fwankie, slow down", I called.

   "No one slows down on tag you mop", he laughed.

   "Why do you have to call me mop?" I asked.

   "Because your hair is moppy", Frank giggled.

   "Awe", I stopped and crossed my arms. "Take that back".

   "Ahhhhhh!" Frank screeched and ran inside the house.

   I saw a wasp had landed on my hand.

   I tried to swat it off but instead it poked me with it's spiky butt.

   It began to burn so I ran inside.

   "Mommy! Mommy! A wasp stung me!" I began to cry.

   "It's okay Gewad, I'll help you", Frank went to the bathroom and came back with a box of band aids.

   He kissed my hand before covering it in 12 band aids.

   "Thats much better Fwankie, now the wasp can't sting my awm again", I smiled and hugged him.

   "I could be a doctor", Frank enthused.

   "Now let's be bug killers and kill that wasp", I said with a hand on my hip and a nod of my head.

   We went into my room and got my walkie talkies. Then we had to get armor.

   We covered ourselves from head down in duct tape so we could barely walk. We got trainers and put them atop our heads.

   Then we went into the bathroom and got some foamy toilet cleaner that we were sure would do the trick.

   We ran outside and split up to either side of the house.

   "Mop head, do you wead, I wepeat, do you wead," Frank said over the walkie talkies.

   "Yes, I do wead.... Dookie head", I taunted.

   "Do you have your foamy stuff in hand", Frank asked.

   "Yes Dookie head", I said.

    "Lets move out", Frankie laughed.

   We collided with each other as we prepared to run up on the porch steps to get the nest that sat above the door.

   We just giggled and rolled on the ground in our duct taped states.

   "Fwank, I can't get up", I said after a while.

   "Me neither", Frank said after a second of silence.

   "Oh no", I said.

   We called for my mommy but she didn't come out until fifteen minutes later yawning. She checked the mail and noticed us on the ground.

   "What are you boys doing?" my mommy laughed.

   "Mop head here ran into me and now we can't get up", Frank laughed.

   "Dookie head", I retaliated.

   "Meany face", Frank said.

   "Short", I said.

   "I'm sowwy I called you Mop head", Frank said right after that.

   "Apology accepted Fwankie. I'm sowwy too", I smiled.

   "I wove you", Frankie rolled to me and we hugged.

   That's when my mom got us back on our feet and the most agonising part was getting the tape off.

  

   Aye what up? No one reads this lol
Leigha