a/n: im losing readers like im losing my will to live
chat with gee and the cracken.
gee: long time no talk shitface
the cracken: omg i thought you died
gee: yOUNNEVER CHECKED??
the cracken: I thought you wanted to die peacefully
the cracken: what are friends for
gee: square the fuck up bert
the cracken: bOi
gee: WHAT THE FUCK IS UP KYLE
the cracken: your sense of humor is boring and recycled as always
gee: SHuT up you have a pillowcase with pepe on it
the cracken: iT THAT WAS A GUFT
gee: YOU KEPT IT DIDNT YOU
the cracken: PEPE IS A HATE SYMBOL I AM A GOOD CLEAN MAN
gee: im WHEEZING
gee: YOU PISSED IN RONNIE'S LOCKER IN SENIOR YEAR
the cracken: I WAS A JUVENILE,,,,
gee: THERE'S NO ESCAPING IT
the cracken: why must my days come back to haunt me
gee: we all warned you
the cracken: YOU EHOULD HAVE TRIED HARDER
gee: WAS WAKING UP IN A DITCH NOT A WAKEUP CALL ENOUGH FOR YOU
the cracken: THATS,, THAT WAS ONE TIM E
gee: IT STILL JAPPEBED
gee: this just in I can't FuckiNG TYPE
the cracken: lame
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"Who's that?" Frank asked quietly, glancing at the phone in Gerard's hands, rubbing his eyes briefly.
"Just Bert." Gerard answered.
"Ah, okay," Frank sat up, running a hand through his hair, and yawned.
"Good morning, sleepyhead." Gerard grinned, setting his phone aside.
"Mmh," Frank grunted, stretching, and becoming aware of the fact his shirt was discarded on the floor.
They didn't have sex, no, but Gerard's room was fucking hot and apparently Frank was the only one bothered by it.
"You look quite gorgeous today," Gerard said.
Frank felt his cheeks heat up. "Hush, you."
"It's the truth."
YOU ARE READING
not my type ↬ frerard
Fanfictiondear fucking whoever... ~ ☆ #1 in the kikfic tag ☆ #11 in the petekey tag ☆ #12 in the frerard tag ~ disclaimer: i wrote this when i was like 14 so it's kind of problematic but whatever
