blossom boy ; frerard one-shot thing thing

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10 YEARS BEFORE:

"frank?"

the blossom boy gleamed. the blossom boy. i don't remember when i decided to call him that, but i hoped it was because of the way he'd stand under the cherry blossom tree in triangle park, sipping peach soda every year for the last fourteen years, or the way he washed his hair with cherry blossom and vanilla shampoo every other sunday because sundays were his redemption days. (u guys don't understand how much i wanted to make a tøp reference there okokay)

but i liked the nickname, it wasn't very common or over used and it fit gerard so perfectly.

"yes, gerard?"

"have you ever heard of train hopping?"

i shook my head, mentally preparing myself for his next 'new discovery', even though they usually weren't new and some one most likely had already discovered them.

"well, it's truly fascinating, i think you'd love it. basically, all you do is pack your shit and sit by the train tracks, waiting for the next car or something then you hop on it, see where it takes you," he paused then, taking a deep breath and lying on the dew covered grass. he seemed to disregard how wet he'd get, or how much grass he'd get in his black cherry blossom and vanilla scented hair.

"frank, i wanna do it. i hate this town- more like the people in it, and i can't take it anymore."

"do you.. do you hate me?"

"very selfish, frank. stay that way."

he turned over and smiled, a genuine smile. i liked the way the sun shined in his face, it made him shinier than he already was.

and yes, maybe i envied the older more than i should have, but all in right reason. he was him, and i am me. easy as that.

"i can't hate you, sunshine. because even when you annoy me to the brittle bone, i see hope and ambition in your eyes.

i feel high when I'm around you, and its good. nothing like the coke my brother sells on the street corner behind my mums back."

i am flattered into silence, and i think he knows it, because as soon as he finishes he rests his hands on my thigh, and he whispers, "i love you, sunshine, and trust me, i don't want to leave you, i don't. but i have to find myself before it's too late, and the plastic enclosed on this town reaches my heart."

"will you- will you ever come back? you know, for me?"

this time he sits up, staring me in the eye and i feel small and selfish. small because his eyes are like microscopes and selfish because i couldn't bear the fact that he'd care enough about anyone else to come back for them. he was mine.

but his eyes turned soft and he his smile turned into a smug smirk.

"of course i will, sunshine. always for you."

"gee?"

"yes frank?"

"i wanna be famous."

his eyes become hard again and i feel like crying. am i not good enough? are my dreams too selfish? why am i so terrified of him?

he lays back down, shrugging. "i could never become famous. i care too much about what people think." he looks at me and smiles, "but you, frank, im sure you could pull it off. because like i said, i see hope in you."

and i realise his hand never left my thigh and i've never stopped staring at his lips.

"but promise me something?"

"anything."

"leave this town before you turn 21, move and never come back. i'll find you someway- just promise me that, okay?"

i gulp the lump in my throat, quickly nodding. he suddenly relaxed and mumbled "good," before sitting up - all the way this time - and leaning forward, hovering overtop of me.

it felt strange, because gerards 18 and my inexperienced 15 seemed to thread together perfectly.

"i want to kiss you right now," he says. i nod closing my eyes and my body keeping still as his lips are suddenly closer than i had remembered them being.

"gerard?"

"yes?"

"take me.. take my virginity- it's a special thing to remember me by-"

"frank i-"

"please, gerard. i-i need this, you need this."

and in that moment, as the sun had played hide-n-seek with the clouds, and i could feel my heart in my throat, gerard kissed me, and it was gentle and i fell in love with the way his hands felt tugging on my shirt, and the way his lips felt on mine.

he was mine and i was his.

~

i woke up alone, the remains of the events that took place just a few hours ago tickled my lips and clenched my heart. gerard was gone, for good now and i wanted to be happy for him, i wanted to feel joy in the pit of my stomach, because he wasn't letting the plastic get to him. i wanted to cry. i wanted to scream his name until he came back, but i knew it that would never happen, and gerard wasn't coming back.

i grabbed my clothes and left the meadow, because it smelt like him and i wasn't ready for the wave of sadness building up inside of me.

i ran home. because walking gave me time to mourn, even though my lungs felt like collapsing and my limbs felt as if they were three steps from falling apart. i felt like crying but i pushed it aside, waiting until i fell to my knees in my back yard and sobbed. i sobbed my self dry, and i couldn't stand up without feeling the urge to puke my emotions out onto mums rose bushes. so i sat there, a hiccuping mess and a broken hearted soul.

i fell asleep under the moon and the stars, the leaves fell in silence golden brown, red, and yellow.

they reminded me of him.

~

HOLY SMHOKES
that took me forever to write, even though its not as long as i'd hoped. but its here and i really liked the idea and i think you guys'll like it too. train hopping is something that i personally love to death and i was like 'oh shit, why not write a one shot thing thing about train hopping ??' and this was born ?? i mixed shit up a bit so here are the basics:

mikey is older than gerard. deal with it.

yes frank & gee did the diddly dont w/o a condom or lube, but it this is fanfiction. none of this is realistic nor do i want it to be.

YES, GERARD TOPPED BUT I SUCK AT WRITING SMUT ,, SO I DID NOT INCLUDE IT. I AM TERRIBLY SORRY.

yes frank lost his v-card at fifteen. if you're uncomfortable with that, i am sorry. and if you need anything, message me and i'll try my best to help you. stay safe <3

- frank