My Angel.

***ing Lampposts

Gerard’s POV
What is going on? I shouldn’t be feeling like this… its fucking wrong. He’s our family’s best fucking friend for Chrissake. What would people say if they knew? If I told them that I’m not in love with my girlfriend, but with 16-year-old-straight-as-a-fucking-lamppost-Frank-Iero.

Frank’s POV
She’s kissing me like there’s no fucking tomorrow. Head cheerleader, blonde, skinny, up for anything, and here she is, in my bedroom – even though I’m the “emo” loser kid – I should be enjoying it, like a typical horny 16 year old.

So why am I picturing someone else’s face kissing me? Why am I imagining someone else’s body lying on top of mine? And to make those things just a million times worse, that person isn’t even a girl. It’s a fucking guy. And I’m in love with him. My 21 year old best fucking friend. Gerard.
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This is my first story, let alone my first Frerard so sorry if it sucks.
I will try to update a lot, cos i have a bunch of chapters already written.
But only if you like it, so please comment if you do.
And there wont be this much swearing the whole way through,
just so ya know :P

This chapter is dedicated to joy,
who made me post.

loveyou
katy
xx