☆~•One Last Kiss•~☆

^•✰Eviction?✰•^

If you couldn't tell already, this is a Frerard fanfic, leave me alone, and let me have my gay men in peace :3

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Would Frank allow it? No. He won't, and Gerard knew. Gerard knew that Frank wouldn't allow him to stay over for even a few weeks, and ever since Gerard got evicted from his house, he's been couch surfing, and eventually ran out of friends to do so. Maybe he was wrong? Maybe Frank would. It was time to find out. Here Gerard stood outside of Frank's apartment, backpack slung over his back. He rapped his knuckles over the door, preparing himself for a very surprised Frank. The soft sound of footsteps, and the familiar bark of Ella, and the door opened, and here was Frank in all his glory, wearing a skeleton onesie.

"Oh... wait. Gee?" Frank slowly realized, his eyes widening in surprise.

"Yeah. It's me, Frankie" Gerard replied, shrugging and smiling softly.

"What happened?" Asked Frank, visibly concerned.

"I got evicted, I couldn't pay the bills" Gerard said, shrugging again.

"Evicted?! And you didn't ask me for help?!" Cried Frank.

"You're blowing this out of proportion" complained Gerard, making a dismissive hand gesture. Frank replied with a sigh.

"Whatever you say, Gee..." Frank said. "Whatever you say"

"So, can I stay at your place? I'll try to pick up a job and... move out as soon as possible!" He asked, shifting his stance a little.

"You don't have to rush to move out, honestly. I like having you around... for... reasons" Frank giggled, covering his mouth with one scratched up hand. Gerard raised an eyebrow at that.

"And that?"

"Ella got excited to see me"

"Ah, I get it." Gerard shifted his stance again, feeling a bit awkward. Frank nodded and stepped to the side, motioning for Gerard to enter.

"Welcome to my humble abode, Gerard" he said with another giggle and a bow. Gerard bowed back, ruffled Frank's hair, and stepped through the doorway.

"Oh goodness! I have crossed the threshold!" Gerard exclaimed dramatically, throwing his hand up in this air like it was a Hamilton reference and then lowered it, pressing the other one against his chest. Frank tackled him onto the couch,  chuckling. In that moment, Ella came flying over Frank and straight onto Gerard, who tried to fight off the dog. Frank started laughing, bending over a counter, apparently trying not to pee.

"Ella- Ella stop!" He said through laughs. Gerard managed to put the dog in a headlock position, leaving the dog wriggling and crying in his grip. He could tell the difference between Ella's sad cry and excited crying though, and it was clearly obvious that the dog was just really excited. Frank grabbed Ella by the collar and pulled her away, letting Gerard finally stand up and inspect the damage of a bunch of fur on his dark clothes, which stood out like a beacon along the black polyester.

"Wow Frank, so much for controlling your dog." Gerard said with a chuckle, trying to brush the fur off his clothes, but very clearly failing to do so.

"Sorry, she likes you though" commented Frank with a chuckle, giving Ella a few rubs along the sides before letting the dog go run around his apartment.

"I guess that's good then. Where can I put my stuff?" Gerard asked, sliding the backpack off his shoulders.

"Better question, where are you gonna sleep?" Frank replied with a questioning tone in his voice.

"Your room"

"In my bed?" Frank raised an eyebrow.

"Yup" replied Gerard.