mmmm more college drop out frank 🤤🤤
mmmm college drop out frank 🤤🤤
- he has some kind of vendetta towards every person he meets that geeks about school in front of him because why do they have nothing better to talk about it, but the second you even mention something about your classes or the shit you heard walking down the hallway, he’s laser focused and acting like a dog who just had the word treat spelled out to them
- he lets you bleach and dye his hair when he finds out you aced another one of your exams, you don’t cut it though because you tell him you can’t add onto your own stress by doing that to him
- he never told you about it because he was a little embarrassed, but one time when his car broke down and he got stranded, he walked down the street to the local shitty library and mindlessly walked around the place while stacking books in his arms that were full of info you had written essays about
- ended up sitting in the corner of the library and getting super into the whole studying thing, whispering random things to himself when one of the articles seemed like just words vomited on a page or when he found the same article that you had talked about
- when gerard came to pick him up after looking for him for like half an hour because he only told gerard he was at a library with genuinely no further context, frank made gerard wait for like an hour outside while he finished up on his reading
- likes running errands with you for school, like a lot, he wanders around the store picking up colorful sticky notes and taking in every detail of the pretty bullet point pens while you get pissed off at the fact everyone already took the shit you needed
“hey, babe, what’s up with, like, the whole color wheel of sticky notes shit? what the fuck are you even supposed to do with that many?” “people use them for the specific shit, like color coding their notes,” “oh yeah right…right.” “fuck, let’s just leave,” “what, why, “they took all of the folders i needed,” “there’s a rainbow one right there,” “..do you wanna go back to my place or food?” “food.”
- likes when you ask him to help quiz you on your notes, thinks you look super sexy when you’re all sleep deprived and glaring at him when he takes a second too long to tell you if you got the answer right or if you’re completely way off base
“frank…frank, come on,” “what?” “the answer, frank, was i right or not,” “oh yeah shit, sorry baby,” “yeah no, you were completely off, that’s a whole different unit sweetheart,” “oh my fucking god,” “you look really pretty,” “please shut up,”
- always comes early to pick you up when he knows you have an exam, non stop bouncing his leg and switching the stations on the radio to find any kind of distraction, he has full trust you’re going to easily pass, but your anxiety somehow always transfers over to him
- whenever your school has events and you linger with the idea of going, he’s begging you to sneak him in and let him experience the stupid shit with you
“come on, i swear to god, i’ll behave, i won’t even make a peep, baby come on,” “no, frankie, last time I let you come with, you argued with one of my friends and he didn’t talk to me for a week,” “well yeah cause i told him not to, only a week too jesus i thought i- whatever that doesn’t matter, come on, don’t you wanna let your boyfriend experience college once?” “don’t do the guilt tripping shit frankie, it won’t work” “fine, i’ll drop it, but when you come over and see me passed out on my floor because i wasn’t allowed to socialize, you can’t be worried,” “oh my god…fine, you can come.” “i love you, you know that?” “shut up.”
- buy as much as he can afford of your school merch when you guys go the fairs they have, ends up with a stupidly fat hat on his head and a mug that he stuffed into his backpack because he said paying ten dollars for something so ugly was embarrassing
- somehow ends up being able to sneak the both of you away to the school’s stadium despite all the locked gates and the long ass walk, hangs out with you on the highest set of bleachers and sticks out like a sore thumb with all the gear he has stacked on top of his usual band tee and cargo shorts
- he doesn’t say much, doesn’t try anything because it was the one thing you told him you couldn’t risk, but he does get a little sentimental when he thinks about how you have all of this to experience and, despite how badly he doesn’t want to believe you, he knows you’ve never even doubted your relationship being one of the most important things in your life for a second
“what’s up with you, you’re all quiet, you’re like the statue we have of our mascot,” “come on, this gear’s sick as hell,” “right, definitely, you don’t look insane at all,” “you’re right, i don’t, i look like a model,” “mhm, a model mascot,” “scratch the mascot part, just the model,” “right,” “thank you” “mhm, you’re welcome, model,” “no, i mean, like, for taking me,” “what, oh yeah, of course, i’m glad you’re not completely regretting it yet,” “could never regret this, i can see why you’re such a geek about this shit,” “jeez, thanks,” “no, i didn’t mean it like that, i mean, you have all of this to yourself and you’re letting me, you know, be apart of it, it’s cool, i like it,” “oh, well yeah, i love you, you’re like the love of my life, of course i want you to experience this shit,” “what’d you say, couldn’t hear you,” “i’m not repeating that,” “no, ‘m serious, this fucking scarf is like a protective shield, these earmuffs too, i genuinely can’t feel anything, i think i’m about to pass out,”
