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silentdescant) wrote2010-05-14 07:10 pm
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Drabbles: Secret Admirer, Apocalypse Now
Two polaroid prompt ficlets for ![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
maryangel200. I wrote these in her journal, but figured I should repost them here.
Secret Admirer (high school AU, 287 words, PG)
Frank picks up the note curiously. There's nobody around; he has no idea who left it, but it's obviously meant for him. He opens the inside pocket of his messenger bag and stuffs it in quickly.
Later, when he's at home, Frank gives his mom a kiss on the cheek, puts his school books on his desk, and dumps the messenger bag upside-down on his bed. A handful of crumpled notes spill out. He counts them: twenty-four notes, spread out over the last couple of months. Frank digs out his phone and calls Mikey.
"I have a stalker," he says without preamble.
"Huh?" Frank repeats himself, and then Mikey says, "No, seriously, what the hell?"
Frank sighs and sits down, picking up one of the notes. You Look Amazing Today, it reads. The next one on the pile says Smile. He remembers that one. He'd been having a bad day, snapping at people and glaring at everyone who looked at him, and that note had appeared in his locker during lunch.
"I've been getting these notes," Frank mutters. "I don't know who's giving them to me, and they're all typed, so I can't even look at the handwriting."
"You've been getting notes from a secret admirer and you never told me?" Mikey asks incredulously.
"I didn't want you to freak out." Frank pulls out the one he got today. Totally Yours... "I like them."
"Too bad you don't know who they're from."
"Yeah, too bad," Frank agrees. But in a way, it's not a bad thing at all, because he can imagine whoever he wants. Mostly, it's just too bad that he can't think of how Mikey's hot older brother could be leaving notes in his locker.
Apocalypse Now (Frank/Gerard, AU, 296 words, PG-13)
Gerard takes a long drag and passes Frank the cigarette, who does the same. They continue to pass it back and forth until it's down to the filter, and then Frank tosses it over the side of the van. Gerard watches the glowing tip burn out in the dirt.
"It's beautiful," Frank says. Gerard turns to him, asking What is? with his eyebrows. Frank gestures to the valley spread out before them.
It's sunset, and though they're looking down on a city, there are no lights other than that of the sun reflecting off broken windows and rooftops.
"It's the apocalypse," Gerard replies. Frank nods, agreeing, because it's true. "But yeah," Gerard adds after a moment. "It is beautiful."
They hear the crackle of gunfire far off in the distance, echoing across the valley. Gerard meets Frank's eyes. We should go, he says with his eyebrows.
Frank receives his message and sighs heavily. He slides down on the front of the van, ass on the windshield, and reaches up to help Gerard off the roof as well. They jump to the ground together, hand-in-hand, and pause. Gerard doesn't want to let go, not even so Frank can circle around to the driver's seat while he gets in the passenger side. He pulls Frank in and grasps his shoulder too.
"I thought you wanted--" Frank begins. The popping gunshots echo around the valley again. Frank twists in Gerard's arms to look out over the ridge, see if anyone's getting closer. The shots are still a long way off, though.
Gerard doesn't answer. He just leans in and captures Frank's lips in his own, kissing him gently. Frank tastes like cigarettes and caramel ice cream, and he's warm and soft and alive. Gerard hopes that never changes.
maryangel200. I wrote these in her journal, but figured I should repost them here.Secret Admirer (high school AU, 287 words, PG)
Frank picks up the note curiously. There's nobody around; he has no idea who left it, but it's obviously meant for him. He opens the inside pocket of his messenger bag and stuffs it in quickly.
Later, when he's at home, Frank gives his mom a kiss on the cheek, puts his school books on his desk, and dumps the messenger bag upside-down on his bed. A handful of crumpled notes spill out. He counts them: twenty-four notes, spread out over the last couple of months. Frank digs out his phone and calls Mikey.
"I have a stalker," he says without preamble.
"Huh?" Frank repeats himself, and then Mikey says, "No, seriously, what the hell?"
Frank sighs and sits down, picking up one of the notes. You Look Amazing Today, it reads. The next one on the pile says Smile. He remembers that one. He'd been having a bad day, snapping at people and glaring at everyone who looked at him, and that note had appeared in his locker during lunch.
"I've been getting these notes," Frank mutters. "I don't know who's giving them to me, and they're all typed, so I can't even look at the handwriting."
"You've been getting notes from a secret admirer and you never told me?" Mikey asks incredulously.
"I didn't want you to freak out." Frank pulls out the one he got today. Totally Yours... "I like them."
"Too bad you don't know who they're from."
"Yeah, too bad," Frank agrees. But in a way, it's not a bad thing at all, because he can imagine whoever he wants. Mostly, it's just too bad that he can't think of how Mikey's hot older brother could be leaving notes in his locker.
Apocalypse Now (Frank/Gerard, AU, 296 words, PG-13)
Gerard takes a long drag and passes Frank the cigarette, who does the same. They continue to pass it back and forth until it's down to the filter, and then Frank tosses it over the side of the van. Gerard watches the glowing tip burn out in the dirt.
"It's beautiful," Frank says. Gerard turns to him, asking What is? with his eyebrows. Frank gestures to the valley spread out before them.
It's sunset, and though they're looking down on a city, there are no lights other than that of the sun reflecting off broken windows and rooftops.
"It's the apocalypse," Gerard replies. Frank nods, agreeing, because it's true. "But yeah," Gerard adds after a moment. "It is beautiful."
They hear the crackle of gunfire far off in the distance, echoing across the valley. Gerard meets Frank's eyes. We should go, he says with his eyebrows.
Frank receives his message and sighs heavily. He slides down on the front of the van, ass on the windshield, and reaches up to help Gerard off the roof as well. They jump to the ground together, hand-in-hand, and pause. Gerard doesn't want to let go, not even so Frank can circle around to the driver's seat while he gets in the passenger side. He pulls Frank in and grasps his shoulder too.
"I thought you wanted--" Frank begins. The popping gunshots echo around the valley again. Frank twists in Gerard's arms to look out over the ridge, see if anyone's getting closer. The shots are still a long way off, though.
Gerard doesn't answer. He just leans in and captures Frank's lips in his own, kissing him gently. Frank tastes like cigarettes and caramel ice cream, and he's warm and soft and alive. Gerard hopes that never changes.