Frerard One-Shots #Wattys2016 [currently being edited]

Frank's POV- 16 years old

"Frank, I love you sweetie but you have to go visit her!" my mom yelled.

"I don't want to! I hate her, I hate her guts!" I argued.

"Frank, you can't just blow her off like that. She needs help", my mom's voice softened.

"Damn right she needs help, she needs phychiatric help",I growled.

I snatched the jacket off the couch and stormed out of the house. My mom knew that I hated that cunt. My mom knew. She hated her too, why would she ever want me to do that. She doesn't even want to help her!

My mom's bitch sister, an avid member of the Westboro Baptist Church, needed me to drive all the way down to Kansas to take care of her and her broken kneecap.

That's what you get for starting a fight with a gay couple. You get hit bitch.

My phone buzzed in my pocket and I pulled it out.

Aunt Jenny: I will pay you if you come down and help me. Please Frank

Me: how much?

Aunt Jenny: Name your price.

Me: $75 and you can't bitch about gay people.

Aunt Jenny: $100 and I can talk about whatever I want.

Me: fine. must make lots being a bitch. I'll be there in a few days.

Aunt Jenny: Whatever.

I turned around and informed my mother. She thanked me and I went upstairs to pack real quick. I wish I could miss school for this, but it was summer break so that wasn't going to happen.

You may ask Why did you have a jacket if it's summer?

Farmer's tan was the worst.

I bid my mother goodbye and went out to my car. I looked across the street and knew that I owed it to Gerard to say goodbye before just randomly leaving for a week or two!

I go and knock on the door. Mikey answers the door in his boxers, yawning up a storm. It was five in the afternoon, why was he tired?? He rubbed his eyes before getting a look at me.

"Oh hey Frank", he yawned. "I'll get Gerard".

"Thanks sleepy head", I smiled.

He turned, nodding his head yes, and soon Gerard appeared in the doorway.

"Hey Frankie, are you okay?" Gerards smiled.

"I'm fine, I just wanted to tell you that my Aunt Jenny needed me to watch her so I'll be gone a few days", I held out my arms to hug him, but he declined.

"You don't need to hug me, come inside", Gerard moved out of the way to let me in.

"What?" I was confused.

"Frank, it's almost six in the afternoon. In about three hours, your eyes will be as wide as the moon", he paused to let me laugh at our friend, Brendon's, song lyrics. "You can't drive all the way to Kansas to be with your homophobic aunt now!"

"Okay, fine", I surrendered.

I walked in and threw my bag to the ground and trudged into his living room, where Mikey was fast asleep on the couch.

"What's wrong with him anyways?" Mikey questioned.

"He's been up all night and most of the day. Summer symptoms", Gerard laughed.