tw // slight nsfw (basically frank answers the door mid sex w someone and is covered in a towel)

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It was the first day of college and Gerard was beyond nervous. Art school was one huge step for him, but moving all the way to California was another one. He hated change, but somehow pushed himself to do something as big as this.

He tried to carry all of his bags up at once, but unfortunately the plan failed. Gerard thought it would be easy to carry everything but he had one large duffel bag, two large suitcases, and one overflowing backpack. The task quickly became a bit tedious to say the least.

Gerard grunted as he again tried to drag all of his bags up the steps to his dorm. He made it halfway up the steps when one of the suitcases- the one with his expensive art supplies to be exact- suddenly slipped out of his hand and went tumbling down the steps. He screamed in anger and just let all of his bags go.

"You look like you're having a rough time there, dude." someone said from the top of the steps.

"Yeah..." Gerard muttered through gritted teeth, mentally slapping himself in the face.

"Well, I'm Ashley. Ashley Fraginpane. And you look like you need help." she replied, walking down the steps towards all the fallen bags.

"Which bags had your art supplies in them?" she asked.

"The one at the very bottom of these goddamn steps." Gerard replied, sighing

"Damn, that one took a tumble." Ashley said, opening up the suitcase. "You have one broken prisma-color pencil. Just a 2.0 graphite one. everything else is good." she added.

"Thank god!" he sighed in relief, grabbing his backpack, hoisting it on his back.

Ashley had the suitcases and Gerard had the backpack and duffles. They both walked up the steps and took a break.

"Sorry, was that too heavy for you?" Gerard asked.

"Nah, just brings me back to my first day. A little traumatizing... but that's beside the point, that's a story for another day. What's your dorm number?" she asked.

"69D." Gerard said, stifling a laugh.

"Oh my god, that's the best thing I've heard here. Everyone is stuck up with no sense of humor. Anyways, you're with Iero, good luck." Ashley replied, trudging to '69D' with Gerard.

They both reached the dorm and he shyly knocked on it.

"Hold on!" was yelled loudly from behind the door.

Someone opened the door and he could already feel himself hating his roommate.

"Sorry, uh, now is not a good time." he breathed out heavily, a towel covering his lower half, sweat dripping down his body.

"Frank, come back! I was so close!" a whiny voice yelled.

"Hold on, baby!" he yelled.

"So you were fucking someone, unaware that your roommate was arriving and in need of help?" Gerard angrily said.

"Yeah, pretty much. Sorry about that. Can I finish and then I'll be with you?" he asked.

"Sure Frank, take your goddamn time."

The door was closed on his face quickly and Gerard was angry.

"No one told me I got roomed with the school fuckboy!" he yelled, exasperated.

Ashley sympathized for gerard and gave him a quick side hug saying, "I have to get to class... good luck, Gerard. Oh! And here's my number if you ever need me!" Ashley said, leaving him with his bags in front of a room used for fucking.

College was going to be longer than he thought.