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“I wanna wear a skirt tomorrow”
Frank blinked, turning to look over at Gerard to gauge if he had heard the other correctly. “You want to wear a skirt tomorrow? Like, on stage?”
Gerard nodded, unsure if his boyfriend’s reaction was bad or good. He stayed quiet, waiting to hear what the younger one would say.
“Okay,” Frank nodded, moving so he was now seated on the edge of the bed instead of laying in the centre of it. “Do you have one or do we need to go shopping?”
“Wait, seriously?”
“Yeah? If you want to wear a skirt I’m not gonna stop you, Gee. I’ll fucking buy you the skirt to wear, I’ll buy you every fucking skirt in existence to wear.”
“Oh, my god - I thought you were going to get mad at me!”
“Why would I get mad at you?”
“I don’t… know, actually.”
“Exactly,” Frank stood up, stretching before making his way over to Gerard, holding his hand out. “I love it when you experiment with this stuff because then you’re happy. And if I happen to see your ass while you dance around the stage in a skirt then I say it’s a win.”
Gerard took his hand and stood, rolling his eyes when the other finished speaking. “Yeah, that’s what I was waiting for.”
“Hey! You’re the one who shakes your ass on stage.”
“Yeah! Not for you.”
Frank gave the older one a fake pout. “So you don’t shake your ass for me?”
Gerard leaned forward and placed a kiss on his boyfriend’s forehead. “Sometimes.”
“Will tomorrow be for me?”
“Perhaps.”
Frank’s fake pout turned into a very real grin. “Then let’s go get you a skirt or two.”
“Skirt and hair dye.” Gerard listed off what he had planned on buying, grabbing his phone and wallet off the hotel room dresser.
“Hair dye?” The younger asked, standing on his tippy toes to look at the older’s roots. “You brought the black dye with you, besides you don’t need it.”
“Yeah, but I want to do something different.” The singer replied, his phone and wallet now in his back pockets.
“Different how?” Frank asked, taking Gerard’s wallet and removing the room key from it before tossing it onto the bed.
“I need-“
“I’m paying, now what do you mean by different?”
Gerard huffed. “I’m the older one!”
“Yeah, but you’re also a broke art geek in college now, tell me what you want to do different!”
Gerard rolled his eyes, turning to head to the door. “I’m thinking red.”
Frank almost tripped over nothing when he heard his boyfriend. “Wait, wait, Gee, red?”
Gerard hummed in response, nodding as he opened the door. “Problem with that?”
“No,” The younger one replied with a voice crack, clearing his throat right after. “No,” he repeated, “I think I’m just going to be too distracted by you in a skirt and with red hair to play.”
A smile played with the older boys lips. “I’ll keep that in mind when I’m standing on the amp right in front of you.”
“Goddammit, Gerard.” Frank groaned, stopping once the other had, “you’re going to be the death of me.”
Gerard grinned, raising his hand to knock on the door they had stopped in front of. “Is that right?”
A nod was the only thing the now flushed Frank could respond with.
The singer laughed softly, the door in front of them opening to reveal a Mikey that seemed to have gotten no sleep.
“Oh, my god, please tell me you’re taking me away from this fucker.”
Gerard gave his brother a confused look, his gaze shifting to eye Pete, who was on the bed with a laptop in front of him (headphones plugged into it) and a guitar in hand.
“He’s been on call with his stupid friends all night.”
“Did he keep you up all night?” Gerard asked through gritted teeth, seething.
“Yeah, but-“ Mikey quickly held his hands out, holding his older brother back from being able to get into the room, “Gerard, it’s fine. He’s just excited to be doing shit with his band again so just leave him alone. Now, what exactly do you want?”
“We’re going shopping.” Frank chimed in.
Mikey closed his eyes, taking a step back. “I feel like I’m in Mean Girls and I don’t like it.”
That made Gerard forget about Pete, a grin appearing on his face. “Then come on, bitch, we’re going shopping.”
“No, I’d rather endure my boyfriend playing bass for the rest of the day.”
“Oh, come on, Mikey! Don’t you want to have an awesome shopping day with your big brother and his boyfriend?”
Mikey shot his brother a disgusted look. “What the fuck do I look like to you?”
“Do you want the truth?”
“Give me five minutes,” Mikey muttered, stepping back before he closing the door.
Gerard laughed, triumphantly as he turned to his boyfriend.
“So, what kind of skirt are you thinking, Gee?”
The older shrugged, holding his hand out to Frank. “Not something, you know, super girly and flashy and shit. I don’t think I would necessarily like that.”
Frank nodded, taking his hand, “so, like a skater skirt or something?”
Gerard shuffled closer toward the younger one, thinking it over. “That the one that’s kinda short and goes… over the stomach, right?”
“I don’t know, uh, how about I text Jamia and ask her?” The boy slipped his phone from his pocket before freezing, “if it’s okay that she knows, that is.”
“She’s nice so I don’t see why can’t know,” Gerard gave him a nod, letting him know it was okay.
Frank nodded once again, unlocking his phone before going to his week-old conversation with Jamia.
First, he sent her a hey. He then followed it up with a casual what kind of skirt would gee look good in without it being too girly or flashy?
You know, as you do.
By the time Jamia texted back, the two boyfriends and Mikey were exiting the hotel and trying to figure out where to go first.
“She went into a whole rant about skirts,” Frank glanced up toward Gerard, “and I don’t know what she means by any of it but she sent pictures.”
“Oh, let me see.” Gerard grinned, leaning over to look at the pictures Jamia had sent.
Mikey tilted his head as he turned to look at the others. “Skirt?”
“Yeah,” Gerard nodded, pointing out one of the pictures Jamia had sent to Frank, “I’m going to wear a skirt tomorrow.”
“On stage?”
“Yeah!”
“So Frank can eye fuck you the whole time?”
“Jesus, Mikey!” Gerard lifted his head, “that’s your only thought on this?!”
“You know it’s true, Gee.” Mikey muttered, “and why would I think anything else? It’s not like I can judge you for wearing a skirt.”
Gerard opened his mouth before closing it, doing that a few times before just settling with a nod and “right.”
Mikey rolled his eyes, smiling softly. “What were you thinking? Like, in terms of the outfit?”
“Do you remember that character concept I showed to you?”
Mikey nodded.
“That, kind of, but with a skirt.”
“Are you going to be dying your hair, too?”
Gerard nodded before a grin appeared. “You remember the other one?”
“You’re not bleaching my hair, Gee.”
“Oh, come on, Mikes!”
“No, I don’t trust you that much.”
“But, I’m going to be bleaching my hair for the red!”
“We can buy the bleach for me but if you fuck up doing your’s then you’re not touching my head.”
“Deal.” Gerard and Mikey shook their hands, nodding to each other.
Frank just watched the two brothers before just shaking his head. “Come on, we gotta get to the store before we’re meant to be back for the second ‘challenge’.”
“We’re the last band to perform, it’s not like we have to be there to watch the others play.”
“Yeah, but we’re kind of just leaving Bob and-“
“Fuck Bob!” Mikey and Gerard shouted in unison, hi-fiving right after.
“Yeah, fuck Bob, but we’re still leaving Ray.”
Mikey sighed, pulling his phone out. “Okay, I feel bad about just leaving him without him knowing what’s happening so.”
With that, the bassist sent a quick message of the homos are going shopping, we’ll be back before we go on.
Not even a minute later, Ray sent back a reply.
“He said he wants to come with us because he doesn’t trust us enough to go alone because, and I quote, ‘you guys are idiot kids’.”
Gerard, offended, scoffed and crossed his arms. “I’m the same age as him!”
“That’s not a valid argument and you know it, Gee,” Frank responded, earning a glare from the singer.
"Shut up, Iero."
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Gerard groaned as he stood in front of the My Chem guitarist, holding out two different skirts. "Okay, the others aren't being any help-"
"It's not my fault you look good in everything!"
"Quiet, Frank!" The singer muttered, not turning away from Ray. "Ray, which one of these did I look better in?"
"You did look good in both, Gee, but I'd have to go with this one." The guitarist nodded, motioning toward the cream coloured skater skirt.
"Thank you!" The singer tossed it to Frank before putting the other skirt onto the return rack. "You are the only one I should've brought with me."
"Hey! I'm the one that found the skirt!"
Gerard turned to his younger brother, raising an eyebrow. "You pointed to a rack of clothes, said that looks like the right colour before turning and leaving the store to get frozen yoghurt."
Mikey glanced down to his half-eaten frozen treat before turning his attention back to Gerard. "I'm not offering you any of this so, don't even ask."
The My Chem singer groaned, shaking his head. "You're insufferable."
"Yeah, but I'm your baby brother and you love me," The bassist replied, grinning softly."
"Keep talking and I may change my mind."