Frerard One-Shots #Wattys2016 [currently being edited]

Frank's POV~ 23 years old

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Thank you for 15k and now... 16k??? Omg, thank you guys so much!! Also, this is one of those weird prompts where it doesn't follow my un-chronilogical story. So be prepared for that. Thank you once again and enjoy!! Please comment if you read this so I know if I should keep bothering.

The text simply read "Very clever."

I can't believe I actually sent that. It all started this morning. I was at the office when the boss walked out.

"I am making job cuts, so if I don't see your next week's projects by tomorrow... you're done!" he just simply walked out.

That man wasn't business like. In fact, he was very very sketchy. But what did you expect in Belleville? The new guy, Gerard, approached my desk.

I wasn't worried about next week's project because I turned mine in yesterday. But Gerard had just got here a few weeks ago.

And I knew how tough it was on your first couple of months. This was not a job that was taken lightly.

"So, I saw that you turned in your stuff, d- er-. Yesterday. And I was just wondering if I could get some... a little... what I'm trying to say is-" I cut him off.

"You need help?" I smiled a friendly smile.

He fiddled with his red tie and nodded a "yes". I happily gave him my number and he thanked me and we all went home for the day. The second I got hone,I checked my messages. And there it was. A text from an unknown number. I instantly changed his name to "Gerard (new guy)".

Gerard (new guy): Hey, it's Gerard. You're supposed to help me with my first project?

Me: I know. You seem like a creative person, what kind of lyrics do you want to write?

Gerard (new guy): Well, for my first piece... I kinda wanna do something on me witnessing 9/11.

Me: Inspiration is good!!

Gerard and I talked like this for hours, slowly becoming more and more comfortable until we finally had a rough draft of his song. It went like this:

You're not in this alone
Let me break this awkward silence
Let me go, go on record
Be the first to say I'm sorry
Hear me out,
And if you take me down
Or would you lay me out
And if the world needs something better
Let's give them one more reason now, now, now

We walk in single file
We light our rails and punch our time
Ride escalators colder than a cell

[Chorus]
This broken city sky like butane on my skin
stolen from my eyes
Hello Angel, tell me where are you
Tell me where we go from here
[x2]

Tell me we go from...

And in this moment we can't close the lids on burning eyes
Our memories blanket us with friends we know like fallout vapors
Steel corpses stretch out towards an ending sun, scorched and black
It reaches in and tears your flesh apart
As ice cold hands rip into your heart

That's if you've still got one that's
left inside that cave you call a chest
And after seeing what we saw, can we still reclaim our innocence
And if the world needs something better,
let's give them one more reason now

[Chorus]
This broken city sky like butane on my skin
stolen from my eyes
Hello Angel, tell me where are you
Tell me where we go from here
[x2]

When the song was complete, we refuted to get off the phone with eachother even through the fact that it was a little past midnight.

Gee: have I ever told you you were freaking cute?

Me: your MOM is freaking cute

Gee: very clever

I think I hurt his feelings. But I am a slut for your-mom jokes. After talking for a while, we decided to go on a date to the movies next weekend.

We both didn't show up for work the next day due to sleeping late, so we didn't have jobs or money. But we did form our own band.

It's a two man band, much like twenty one pilots, and it was called Our Chemical Romance.

Our band name describes our sex life. Lots of chemicals. Where the hell does Gerard even get them?

They fucking burn.