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If you ever felt confused


Title:
If you ever felt confused Author:






p_will
Characters / pairings:
Frank / Gerard Rating: PG13 Warnings: NotOkay! AU, language, slash Word Count: 707 Disclaimer:
All that really happened ... in a parallel universe. Notes: Written
during Notte Bianca @

maridichallenge
for the prompt "
Frank / Gerard, blood" of faechan ft. anybeaver * * spuccia Summary: defended with honors and a little blood 'everywhere. "I do not understand why I do not ever enter the house." "Why is my mother , "Frank muttered, through clenched teeth, and then make a face. "Make up!" "Oh I'm sorry if your porch is not as comfortable as fucking ambulance." Gerard took a patch and slapped him in the face with maybe a little more force than necessary, just below the hairline, where a few locks was still smeared with blood that had failed to clean. "And then your mother will like that," he continued, taking the bottle of disinfectant and waving vaguely in the direction of his face "what change?" "Change to believe me when I say that I have patched the infirmary after gymnastics," said acid. Gerard stared at him for a moment, still brandishing disinfectant and cotton and a serious frown, browsing bruises and scratches and cutting red corner of the mouth of Frank. The fists clenched, angry at the turn of the shoulders, and eyes torn between worry and guilt. "We know that cricket is a brutal sport, after all," he said, slowly, starting to clean a scratch on his chin with a little 'extra attention.
"... ouch." "I am committed
here, okay?"
"Do not have a vocation as a nurse."
"As you do not have one boxer," Gerard snapped, throwing a dirty look to his hands with skinned knuckles and fingers covered with blood. Finished his face would have to pass the eye black, and then the lip, and had not the slightest desire to get even a fight to convince him to be bandaged hands and walk around as if it were fresh from a fight with a concrete wall concrete. Frank frowned. "They were four of us, Christ." "If I had not spit in the experiment of Stevens would not you wait at the bus stop," Gerard snapped.
"If Stevens does not go around saying that you have given McCracken there would be no need to spit!" Gerard's eyes widened and she threw herself on him a bit ' disinfectant. "You-have-you were
defending my honor? Do you think I give a damn about? Do I look like a fucking damsel in distress, or that-"
" I was defending the honor of McCracken, of course, "he said, giving him a kick in the leg to stop the hysteria in the bud.
"Solidarity among idiots." The dabbed the wound with force - earning a colorful variety of opinions about his sister and hypothetical trade that would have to take - before you lock the chin with one hand and slowly proceed to clean the cut, past light and precise, and maybe just a bit 'slower than it should.
seemed to have dealt a some silence, brooding and tense, when Frank said quickly, as if he had escaped by accident, "Sometimes you need someone to defend your honor."
Gerard blushed and lowered her eyes and began to thrown back bottles and boxes of patches in the corner of First Aid Box Do-it-yourself Frank. "Ignore them all." "But I do not like certain items on you." Gerard laughed strange. "What, I like the cock?"
"No, you like McCracken."
Then Gerard looked back at him, bewildered, but Frank was much closer the last time I had checked and was pulling forward for tie. A roll of gauze bounced for all scales, scivolatogli hand when Frank had pressed his lips on her without much refinement.
He wanted to jump away screaming, Frank and push away to get some explanation, and close your eyes and put his hands through his hair and much more, all together, so I was petrified, with staring eyes, cheeks on fire, the hot mouth and kind of Frank against her.
Then Frank turned away and began to tinker with the backpack and glasses and anything they avoid looking at Gerard in the face. "Thank you," he said, and forced a brilliant, loads backpacking and ran inside the house, leaving Gerard sat on the steps with a half-empty tin box on the legs and an expression not very bright.
When after a while 'Gerard licked his lips knew of blood, and his tie was certainly ruined, but could not find the strength to consider important.
It took ten minutes to realize that Frank had that asshole could not take place without even having to fight your hands.