"Megan's being weird." Frank announced as the two finally made it home after school: Gerard actually attempting to tidy the shit Frank had just dumped at the doorstep before making a beeline for the living room, and in particular, the living room sofa, and sprawling across it.

"Mhmm?" Gerard raised an eyebrow as he hung up Frank's coat for him like the good platonic housemate he was, which was exactly what he was, of course.

"Yeah..." Frank continued, shifting his position on the sofa so there was space for Gerard to join him and for it not to be awkward, but as to where the barrier between awkward and not awkward really stood anymore, Frank had no idea.

"It's Megan, I think you'll find that she's not the most normal of people." Gerard's tone was entirely calm and collected as he made his way into the room and sat down beside Frank, before glancing to the coffee table and cursing, "shit, I should have made coffee before sitting down because now I'm sat down, and fuck me if I'm getting up again, but I also really want coffee." A moment passed before he locked eyes with Frank.

Frank rolled his eyes a little: a small smile toying upon his lips, "I'll make us some fucking coffee if you let me bitch and moan to you about Megan and don't give me all of that she's a special snowflake bullcrap, she's still being weird too me, and let me complain, alright?"

Gerard sighed, before leaning back: getting comfortable in the sofa as Frank got up, giving Gerard a perfect view of his ass - not that Gerard was looking, of course, it was just that Frank had an ass, and it happened to be there, right in Gerard's eyeline and well, that was just how things happened.

"Oh, which mug do you want?" Frank asked within about a metre from the living room door: turning back to face Gerard, who sat there with a hint of a blush upon his cheeks, which succeeded in stumping Frank, but he decided just to brush it off, because hey, maybe he'd just thought of something embarrassing, as people do, and Frank didn't want to make him any more embarrassed, and anyway, he had coffee to make, which was much higher up his list of priorities than the pink shade upon Gerard's cheeks: like hey, maybe he'd always had slightly pigmented cheeks and Frank had just never noticed, because he was a terrible friend or something like that, or hey, maybe he had decided to wear some blush today - who knows?

"Did I tell you about the mug I stole from the staffroom?" Gerard said after a moment: a full blown smirk upon his face.

"You stole from school?" Frank looked at him in mock horror, "fuck, Mr Way, I think I'm going to have to arrest you right here!" Frank considered slipping in a 'let me fetch some handcuffs' kind of comment, but thankfully realised the alternate connotations of such a statement before it slipped through his lips.

"I didn't steal from school. I stole from Mr Urie." Gerard explained, still grinning, "which is totally fine, because Mr Urie's a dick."

"Of course." Frank had to agree with him there, because Mr Urie was easily the least fit person to run a school, ever. "So which mug is this?"

Gerard shook his head in response, "it's a mug I stole from Mr Urie - you'll know which one it is." He assured Frank, despite his slightly skeptical expression.

Gerard tried not to stare at his ass as he left the room, and sat and listened to the kettle boil in the kitchen for a couple of minutes: contemplating important matters such as Megan Clifford and what she could have possibly done now, and Frank's ass, and how he wasn't looking at it - it just happened, it was unfortunate- but not unfortunate because in truth, viewing Frank's ass was a rather pleasant experience.

Gerard blinked suddenly, because shit, that was a bit gay.

Thankfully, Frank was back with coffee before he could really think enough about his feelings towards his housemate's ass enough for it to really escalate into anything of significance.

"And why exactly did you steal Mr Urie's One Direction mug?" Frank found himself asking the most 'unique' of questions as he sat back down, placing the two mugs on the coffee table: having chosen a generic striped one for himself, because he didn't give that much of a fuck as to what was on the side of his coffee, unlike Gerard.

"Well," Gerard leaned forward, spinning the mug around, "if you look closely, you can see that he's written 'daddy' next to Zayn, and then next to Harry, he's written 'hair better than my hopes for the future', and next to Liam he's written 'stop giving me heart paynes', and next to Louis he put 'the baby is a lie', and next to Niall he just wrote 'what the fuck is a chonce?'. All in all, I just found it kind of amusing, also he spent an entire day looking for the thing, so technically I did him a favour in giving him an excuse not to do any work for a day."

"He never does any work though," Frank pointed out the exceedingly obvious, "it is kind of amusing though, like this dude's a grown man and he's got the mentality of like a thirteen year old One Direction fangirl."

"Well..." Gerard trailed off, looking away from Frank, "Harry does have nice hair, I'm just saying-"

"Oh my god!" Frank shook his head in disbelief, "you can fuck right off-"

"He does, oh come on, I'm not saying I like them, I'm just saying that Harry's pretty good looking-"

"A fucking minute ago you were saying that he has nice hair, and now you're saying he's good looking, give it a minute and you'll be asking him to fuck you in the ass-"

"Frank!" Gerard exclaimed, eyes wide, "don't be an idiot," he lowered his voice, shaking his head, "we all know I'd fuck Harry in the ass."

"Of course..." Frank managed after a moment, however found himself choking over his words slightly, because there was just the matter of the mental image of this, and not even of Harry, but of Gerard, of Gerard Way fucking someone. "I... y-yeah..." There was no way around the horrible shade of pink that Frank's cheeks had begun to burn with.

Gerard let out a little snort in response, "what?" Frank found himself only blushing more in response, "I'm just saying."

"Mmm..." Frank nodded, leaning back into the sofa, and wondering just currently how fucked up he was, because there was just thing with Gerard Way that ensured he kept getting to him and ruining his life, which was indeed awfully problematic. "Yeah, and I'm just saying about Megan, although you seem reluctant to hear me out-"

"I'll hear you out." Gerard offered him with a small smile, taking a sip of his coffee as he raked his eyes over him, and the way that Frank did indeed look absolutely perhaps even unearthly beautiful.

"So, well, she's being weird, like about us, like, you know," Frank couldn't help the inability to look Gerard in the eye as he spoke, as it was simply a side effect of such a subject of conversation, "she's just... I don't know, honestly, I'm kind of scared she's going to fuck things up, like... just... I don't know, just-"

"You know I'm not going to want to spend time with you, because Megan Clifford keeps telling me that we should have sex?" Gerard found himself in a fit of laughter as, in all honesty, Frank found himself struggling with the the simple matter of breathing.

"I just... it's awkward, and it's making me feel uncomfortable, and then people just think we're dating, and I just feel guilty." Frank choked the words out before he could think better of it and indeed himself.

"Guilty?" Gerard shot him an odd look of confusion.

"The whole..." Frank trailed off, looking down and biting his lip slightly. "Max thing." He continued: finding his lip trembling slightly. "He's texted me a few times and-"

"He's what?" Gerard exclaimed: finding himself unable to believe it in truth, because he had this idea that Frank moving in with him had somehow kicked Frank off of the planet or something to that effect, because as much as Gerard tried to cover it up, he simply didn't care for Max in the slightest; he'd never done anything but bad for Frank, in his opinion, and he was just more than relieved that Frank was out of that situation.

"He's doing okay," Frank continued in a slightly muffled tone of voice, "he's doing okay, so everything's okay."

"Is it?" Gerard narrowed his eyes, "because you know I am worried about you."

"You're always worried about me." Frank told him, shaking his head slightly: "I'm old enough to look after myself, I'm an adult, for fuck's sake - I'm not your kid or anything, you're just- we're just... it's just... Gerard.. I-"

"Course I care about you." Gerard held his words anxiously as he looked Frank over, "we're friends, come on, Frank, you're my best friend and I care about you, and honestly you should be talking to me about Max and not what you think Megan fucking Clifford thinks about us, because that's what matters not some shitty high school gossip that doesn't mean anything, come on."

"It's hard to talk to you about Max." Frank admitted: stumbling over his words slightly, "it's not that it's hard to talk to you, because it most certainly isn't, because you're my best friend and I... I-... it's just Max and you hate him, and I... I don't hate him, but okay, he's doing better than I expected, he's only threatened to kill you twice and-"

"Frank?" Gerard exclaimed: his eyes wide, "you are joking right, because-"

"Look, he doesn't- Gerard, he's not going to actually kill you, it's not like he's in a gang and we live in like some dodgy neighbourhood in an apartment block and there are people having sex next to us or something and like I'm a prostitute or anything, no one's going to die, he's just a bit... a bit of... a bit of a... a bit of an asshole."

"You don't fcuking say!" Gerard exclaimed, leaving Frank glaring at him slightly, "look, I'm sorry, I just, you know, I get worried, and talking about things, you know, helps, doesn't it?" Gerard lowered his voice slightly and met Frank's gaze, "I'm just-... I care like a lot about you, and it's... it's kind of... I don't know... overwhelming? That sounds ridiculous, but-"

"Shut up," Frank sighed and leaned into his chest, "I guess I can't blame you for giving a fuck about me, can I?"

"You really can't, especially not when you're so lovely." Gerard had to admit that was sounding pretty gay, but he found himself with very few regrets at that point in time.

"Oh god, Gee-" Frank cut himself off as he realised the nickname that had slipped out of his mouth... "Gee...rard..." He corrected himself, but Gerard could only laugh at how horrifyingly gushy and 'cute' this had become.

And there were indeed having quite the sweet moment between the two of them, until Gerard's phone began to vibrate, causing him to reach for it, and glance at the notification displayed upon the screen with confusion. "'xxmegancliffordxx' has uploaded 'Muddy Warter Make Up Tutorial'?" He read aloud, leaving Frank unable to stop laughing, "what?"

"Wait- I heard- I heard Megan talking about her youtube channel, did you subscribe to her?"

"No!" Gerard exclaimed: eyes wide, "honestly, I've never even heard of it until now- but- oh my-"

"I think she may have stolen your phone just to subscribe to herself from you." Frank couldn't quite believe it, "and well you could go unsubscribe but honestly I want to see just how to get those Muddy brows, don't you?"

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