a problem.
Title: A Problem
Author: __oddly
Pairing: very slight Frank/Gerard
Rating: PG
Theme: Addiction/Habits
Word Count: 200
"Frank." Gerard set the notepad he'd been using to doodle out his hyperactive guitarist's instructions down, looking up and over his shoulder at Frank with a look of utmost seriousness. "I think you might have a problem."
Frank frowned, though the expression came out as slightly less than effective thanks to the excited antsy grin still spread across his face as he lightly smacked at the back of Gerard's head. "I do not."
Gerard simply rolled his eyes. Denial. Of course. "Because I haven't heard that one before. You're talking to an ex-alcoholic, Frank, I know all the excuses already."
Frank raised an eyebrow, his grin now solidly turning to mild insult and exasperation. "Gerard, plenty of people are so much worse!"
A blink. "That's a common excuse, too."
Now it was Frank's turn to roll his eyes. "You're such a freak."
Gerard shrugged. "Fine. But when you end up checking yourself into ink rehab, I'll be the one saying I told you so," he said before turning back to the half-drawn sketch of Frank's next planned tattoo. In the corners of his eyes, he could see the half-hidden smile that pulled at Frank's lips, neatly matching his own.
Author: __oddly
Pairing: very slight Frank/Gerard
Rating: PG
Theme: Addiction/Habits
Word Count: 200
"Frank." Gerard set the notepad he'd been using to doodle out his hyperactive guitarist's instructions down, looking up and over his shoulder at Frank with a look of utmost seriousness. "I think you might have a problem."
Frank frowned, though the expression came out as slightly less than effective thanks to the excited antsy grin still spread across his face as he lightly smacked at the back of Gerard's head. "I do not."
Gerard simply rolled his eyes. Denial. Of course. "Because I haven't heard that one before. You're talking to an ex-alcoholic, Frank, I know all the excuses already."
Frank raised an eyebrow, his grin now solidly turning to mild insult and exasperation. "Gerard, plenty of people are so much worse!"
A blink. "That's a common excuse, too."
Now it was Frank's turn to roll his eyes. "You're such a freak."
Gerard shrugged. "Fine. But when you end up checking yourself into ink rehab, I'll be the one saying I told you so," he said before turning back to the half-drawn sketch of Frank's next planned tattoo. In the corners of his eyes, he could see the half-hidden smile that pulled at Frank's lips, neatly matching his own.