Frerard fanfiction.
All of this first chunk is in Franks POV, i will clearly state when it is in someone elses.
It's not in ''real time'', if you get me. Gee should have black hair? Yes. Do i care? No. It's a fanfiction, not real life. However,
enjoy, review.
''Fucking emo.'' A boy in the year above said in an unpleasent tone. I just blinked and continued innocently shuffling some
books around in my locker.
Some girls walked past, pretending to slit their wrist and giggling.
I did some pointless book shuffling.
It was then, when a glimpse of bright red caught my eye. I kept my head low and looked across.
Someone with, of course, bright red hair was standing accross the hallway pressing buttons on their phone and glancing
up now and then.
Probably thinking of a decent insult, i thought. But then i realised, he stood there everyday and had never said a bad word to
me.
Gerard, i think his name was. Not the shyest of the shy, hence the hair. I've never spoken to him, but he seems nice. I mean,
he smiles when we walk past each other in the corridor. That is something to behold.
I then remembered his brother Mikey was in a couple of years below. Again, he seems nice. I'm probably saying this because
he's shy. He just walks around, minding his own buisnesss, the quiet one in his small group of friends. I overheard some
teachers talking aobut him having performance anxiety once. I also hear he's a sick bass player. Instand gianed respect for
him, and any other remotely shy or insecure person who is musical. I like you.
Gerard ran his fingers through his hair messily, and began walking over to me, clearing his throat.
No.
Please God, no. Walk the other, go the other direction. Avoid me, pretend i don't exist. I. am. not. here.
''Hey.''
New chapters coming soon, awwhhh yeah!
