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Rebel-Frerard

Gerard's P.O.V
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A short guy, with a black fringe and red sides stormed into the store. I looked up lazily from my comic just in time to see him slam his tattooed fist on the counter. "Do you have Alice Cooper." It was more of a statement than a question. I rolled my eyes, "I'm sorry, I don't know any celebs." I looked back down to my Deathnote comic, my raven hair covering my eyes. "Ha. Ha. Very funny asshole. Alice Cooper shirts you dumbnut."

I looked back up and looked the kid over. Nirvana shirt, pink studded belt, black skinnes. Nice. I flipped my hair in a hostile manner. "Yea. Oh and nice comeback shortie." The man rolled his hazel eyes and leaned his torso over the counter, "Says the guy who just checked me out." He backed up smirking, "S'right, I totally just saw you look at me like that."

I glared, Bitch. I thought, Straight up sexy bitch. "So you play for the other team sexy cashier?" he winked. I glared and shut my comic, "Are you gonna buy something or just bug me?" He laughed, "I will. Just answer my fucking question first." I tried to make his head explode with my eyes. Fail. "The other team. Now leave me alone."

He smirked. That got me thinking, Should you ever tell a rapist your sexual orientation? I started to panic but his voice broke my thoughts, "That's cool. I'm gonna fuck you now." I hid my fear, "Shut up and buy something or get out." He smiled, "I'm not a molester man, chilllllll. I'm Frank. Or Frankie...or you can call me that sexy guy you're gonna fuck up tonight." My breathing hitched, "I...am so not gonna fuck you." He smiled, a look I now seemed to enjoy on his face.

I smiled, and looked down awkwardly, "But seriously...Frank, buy something or get out." Frank pouted and played with his lip ring, leaning against the counter again. "OMG. Geeeee!" someone screeched. I turned around towards the storage room where Hayley [my co-worker/friend] stood grinning. She aproached me quickly, her orange hair flowing behind her. "You never told me you had a boyfriend!" Her eyes were glittering with excitement.

"Boyfriend? Wha-" I turned to look at Frank who was still chewing his lip ring, my eyes grew wide, "Woah. He's not my- I just met- Hayleyyyy!" I whined. "Don't try and hide it Gee!" she giggled. Realization finally took over frank's mind and he froze, "Actually Miss. He's not mine. Though I'd love if he would...fuck-" "SHUT UP!" I yelled.

Hayley winked at us then ran off to help a staring costumer. "And you're name is...." Frank tilted his head. I shook my head quickly, "Oh. Gerard." A grin spread onto Frank's lips, "Jer-arrd. That's cute." He bit his bottom lip. "Your face is cute." I muttered. Frank's grin widened, "What was that Mr. Cashier?" I leaned over the counter, "Your face is cute " He tugged the raven strands out of my face and pecked my lips. "Mhmmmm. And you two said you weren't dating." Hayley snickered.

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Rebel-Frerard

Gerard's P.O.V
-Hot Topic-
A short guy, with a black fringe and red sides stormed into the store. I looked up lazily from my comic just in time to see him slam his tattooed fist on the counter. "Do you have Alice Cooper." It was more of a statement than a question. I rolled my eyes, "I'm sorry, I don't know any celebs." I looked back down to my Deathnote comic, my raven hair covering my eyes. "Ha. Ha. Very funny asshole. Alice Cooper shirts you dumbnut."

I looked back up and looked the kid over. Nirvana shirt, pink studded belt, black skinnes. Nice. I flipped my hair in a hostile manner. "Yea. Oh and nice comeback shortie." The man rolled his hazel eyes and leaned his torso over the counter, "Says the guy who just checked me out." He backed up smirking, "S'right, I totally just saw you look at me like that."

I glared, Bitch. I thought, Straight up sexy bitch. "So you play for the other team sexy cashier?" he winked. I glared and shut my comic, "Are you gonna buy something or just bug me?" He laughed, "I will. Just answer my fucking question first." I tried to make his head explode with my eyes. Fail. "The other team. Now leave me alone."

He smirked. That got me thinking, Should you ever tell a rapist your sexual orientation? I started to panic but his voice broke my thoughts, "That's cool. I'm gonna fuck you now." I hid my fear, "Shut up and buy something or get out." He smiled, "I'm not a molester man, chilllllll. I'm Frank. Or Frankie...or you can call me that sexy guy you're gonna fuck up tonight." My breathing hitched, "I...am so not gonna fuck you." He smiled, a look I now seemed to enjoy on his face.

I smiled, and looked down awkwardly, "But seriously...Frank, buy something or get out." Frank pouted and played with his lip ring, leaning against the counter again. "OMG. Geeeee!" someone screeched. I turned around towards the storage room where Hayley [my co-worker/friend] stood grinning. She aproached me quickly, her orange hair flowing behind her. "You never told me you had a boyfriend!" Her eyes were glittering with excitement.

"Boyfriend? Wha-" I turned to look at Frank who was still chewing his lip ring, my eyes grew wide, "Woah. He's not my- I just met- Hayleyyyy!" I whined. "Don't try and hide it Gee!" she giggled. Realization finally took over frank's mind and he froze, "Actually Miss. He's not mine. Though I'd love if he would...fuck-" "SHUT UP!" I yelled.

Hayley winked at us then ran off to help a staring costumer. "And you're name is...." Frank tilted his head. I shook my head quickly, "Oh. Gerard." A grin spread onto Frank's lips, "Jer-arrd. That's cute." He bit his bottom lip. "Your face is cute." I muttered. Frank's grin widened, "What was that Mr. Cashier?" I leaned over the counter, "Your face is cute " He tugged the raven strands out of my face and pecked my lips. "Mhmmmm. And you two said you weren't dating." Hayley snickered.