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The Red Ones Make Me Fly
The Red Ones Make Me Fly - part two
He closed his eyes and tried to block out the thumping coming from the other side of the door, and the constant rattling the window to his right made with every bass beat. He was actually surprised the cops hadn’t put an end to this party hours ago already. Maybe the neighbours had given up complaining? Damn.
He heard Frank shuffling beside him. “You want?” he asked, and when Gerard opened his eyes he could see that the shorter man with short-shaven dark hair and a lip-ring that glinted in the dark was holding out a pack and offering him a cigarette. And although Gerard took pride in his usual non-expression, he couldn’t help but smile and look a little excited. “Thanks, Man!”
Frank laughed, “Woah, dude! You look like I just handed you a million dollars!” he held out his lighter for the taller, mysterious man and once the smoke was lit, Gerard let out a pleasure-filled moan and leaned back against the wall before he knew he had even made a noise. When he did, it was too late, and Frank was laughing, saying “I take that back, it’s like I blew you! Ha ha!” he laughed like a little stoner and Gerard eventually couldn’t help but laugh too.
It felt good to laugh.
By the time the party had died down significantly and most of the people had left (the remainders were either passed out or on their way to it) he and Frank had talked more than they ever had. He was actually kind of cool, Gerard thought regarding the shorter man. Frank had always been closer to Mikey and the few times Gerard had actually spoken to him were when he’d been forced to either by circumstance or by Mikey saying ‘Gerard, don’t be rude, say hello!’
“You’re actually not too bad, Frankie.” He mused half to himself. Frank laughed again, “Well you’d have known that sooner if you’d spoken to me sooner” he rolled his eyes “And ‘Frankie’?”
Gerard shrugged, the smile on his face seemingly permanent now. “It suits you. Coz you’re short” He stuck out his tongue. Wow, he surprised even himself at how conversational he had become in just an hour or two with the other guy.
“Hah hah” Frank faked insult and then just laughed for real. “I like it, so I won’t stop you. But just so you know, dynamite comes in small packages.” He winked at Gerard, and suddenly confidence overcame him and he blurted out “yeah, where I’m the dynamite and you’re the small package, right?”
He was glad it was dark out all of a sudden, so his crimson face could be hidden.
Frank just stared at him, blinking a few times, and then a sly smile snuck its way onto his face. “Yeah, that’s totally what I meant, mysterious guy who I barely know.”
“Sorry” Gerard mumbled, “I’m on a social high now. It’s weird.”
“You *really* sorry, Gee??”
Gerard shook his head “Not really, to be… umm… frank.”
That just set them off again, and they were holding each other from falling over with laughter when
Mikey appeared, swinging the door open and looking as though he might fall asleep any minute.
He heard Frank shuffling beside him. “You want?” he asked, and when Gerard opened his eyes he could see that the shorter man with short-shaven dark hair and a lip-ring that glinted in the dark was holding out a pack and offering him a cigarette. And although Gerard took pride in his usual non-expression, he couldn’t help but smile and look a little excited. “Thanks, Man!”
Frank laughed, “Woah, dude! You look like I just handed you a million dollars!” he held out his lighter for the taller, mysterious man and once the smoke was lit, Gerard let out a pleasure-filled moan and leaned back against the wall before he knew he had even made a noise. When he did, it was too late, and Frank was laughing, saying “I take that back, it’s like I blew you! Ha ha!” he laughed like a little stoner and Gerard eventually couldn’t help but laugh too.
It felt good to laugh.
By the time the party had died down significantly and most of the people had left (the remainders were either passed out or on their way to it) he and Frank had talked more than they ever had. He was actually kind of cool, Gerard thought regarding the shorter man. Frank had always been closer to Mikey and the few times Gerard had actually spoken to him were when he’d been forced to either by circumstance or by Mikey saying ‘Gerard, don’t be rude, say hello!’
“You’re actually not too bad, Frankie.” He mused half to himself. Frank laughed again, “Well you’d have known that sooner if you’d spoken to me sooner” he rolled his eyes “And ‘Frankie’?”
Gerard shrugged, the smile on his face seemingly permanent now. “It suits you. Coz you’re short” He stuck out his tongue. Wow, he surprised even himself at how conversational he had become in just an hour or two with the other guy.
“Hah hah” Frank faked insult and then just laughed for real. “I like it, so I won’t stop you. But just so you know, dynamite comes in small packages.” He winked at Gerard, and suddenly confidence overcame him and he blurted out “yeah, where I’m the dynamite and you’re the small package, right?”
He was glad it was dark out all of a sudden, so his crimson face could be hidden.
Frank just stared at him, blinking a few times, and then a sly smile snuck its way onto his face. “Yeah, that’s totally what I meant, mysterious guy who I barely know.”
“Sorry” Gerard mumbled, “I’m on a social high now. It’s weird.”
“You *really* sorry, Gee??”
Gerard shook his head “Not really, to be… umm… frank.”
That just set them off again, and they were holding each other from falling over with laughter when
Mikey appeared, swinging the door open and looking as though he might fall asleep any minute.
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slightly longer than the first part :)enjoy
i dont own MCR, only own the plot