I Told You to Dress Warmer
A/N: I got bored. I'm sun burnt. I'm lazy. Don't blame me if this is terrible. Anyway. I'm annoyed too. So. Yeah.
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Frank and Gerard are just sitting around, doing nothing all day. It's a cold winter day in New Jersey, and they have nothing to do but stay home and play videogames all day. Frank just beat Gerard's ass in Guitar Hero, and Gerard is currently on top of Frank, tickling him.
"Gee….Stop….Tickling…Me..." Frank says in between laughs.
"Then what am I supposed to do? We have nothing to do and we're stuck inside. It's snowing like fuck out there." Gerard responds.
"Let's go to the park then! We can throw snowballs at each other and build and igloo and make snowmen and snow angels and and and—"
Gerard interrupted Frank by kissing him. Frank kisses back, at first, but pulls away after a few moments.
"And I don't wanna just have sex all day. We did that yesterday. My ass is sore. Why can't I be on top next time?" Frank asks pleadingly.
"Oh fine, we can go to the park. But dress warm okay?" Gerard asks.
"Okay okay, I will." Frank responds, getting up from underneath Gerard. He goes to his and Gerard's room, grabbing a sweater, a hat, and some mittens. He comes back down to see Gerard in his winter jacket, a hat, mittens, boots, and has a black and grey striped scarf wrapped around his neck.
"You ready to go have some fun?" Frank yells happily.
"Yeah. Hey, didn't I tell you to dress warm?" Gerard asks with a giggle at the end.
"I am warm! Now let's go!" Frank commands, and with that, they walk out the door and walk the two blocks to the local park that no one ever goes to. It's the park where they met, three years prior.
They get to the park and Frank automatically runs to the field, flopping down into the snow, and whipping his legs and arms back and forth in the snow, making an angel shape. He gets up, looks at his masterpiece, and while he isn't looking, Gerard throws a snowball at the back of Frank's head. Frank gasps, turns around, run towards Gerard, and attacks him so he's sitting on Gerard's waist. Gerard giggles flips Frank off, gets up, and runs away, occasionally throwing a snowball back at Frank.
Frank suddenly stops midrun, and looks at his hands.
"What's wrong Frankie?" Gerard asks confused.
"My Hands…I can't feel them." Frank says with a puppy dog look on his face.
Gerard takes his scarf off and wraps it around Frank's neck, looking into his eyes. While he's wrapping the scarf around Frank's neck, he pauses momentarily, and kisses him, holding the scarf on either end.
"Frank, I told you to dress warmer."
A/N: Well. Yeah, hope you enjoyed. Anyway, please like my page on facebook, Three Cheers For Sweet Frerard, because I would love you forever. Please review, make me happy, for each review, I'll either write a fluffy one-shot, or an explicit chapter for Vampires Will Never Hurt You because I love you guys so much. Find me on twitter if you'd like also FrerardForever, and later today Imma make a Tumblr. Love you guise.
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