Welcome to my new story, people! :D This one is a Frerard story. Will some rather...explicit content? Is that right? You know, violence and that shit. Anyways...

DISCALIMER - I DO NOT OWN MY CHEMICAL ROMANCE, NOR DO I OWN THEIR SONGS OR ANY OF THAT SHIT! IF I DID, THE WORLD WOULD BE SO DIFFERENT...NONE OF THIS EVER HAPPENED, I ASSURE YOU.

Chapter 1 – A Day in the Life of a Faggot

"Get up, faggot!" My dad laughed through my bedroom door. For fucks sake…That's my dad for you though. He's so homophobic, it's sickening.

Oh, where are my manners? My name is Frank Iero and – word of warning – my life is shit. I'm gay, making everything so much harder. My father hates me for it, and my mum is too scared of him to say anything. When he leaves to go to work – or more likely, the bar – she checks to see if I'm okay. She doesn't mind my sexuality.

After hearing my dad's wake up call, I rubbed my eyes and began clambering out of bed, stripping out of my pyjamas in the process. I pulled on some batman boxers and black skinny jeans and began searching through my t-shirts. That's when he came in…

"Your mother has made you breakfast. I don't know why she treats you so nicely. You don't deserve it. You deserve to have the queerness beaten out of you, boy." I could see his evil smirk in the reflection in my mirror. He raised his hand slowly, taunting me, and with one swift swing he smacked me around the back of my head. Hard. I stumbled and just caught on to my desk, stopping myself from collapsing. He then erupted into a fit of laughter and left.

"Asshole…" I muttered under my breath. I decided to wear a black flag t-shirt, and a black and white chequered wrist band to hide the many scars on my left wrist. Yes, they were self-inflicted. It's your only escape when your father is a drunken, abusive homophobe. Well, that and music. I play guitar; pretty well if I'm being honest. If my dad did anything to my guitar, I would fucking slaughter him.

At breakfast I ate as fast as I could without choking, avoiding my dad's evil glares. I was in a hurry to leave and get to school, away from my dad. Not that school was any better. I'm an outcast, and jocks hate me. If they don't beat me up, they shout homophobic slur at me.

Once I had wolfed down my pancakes, I left the house quickly, grabbing my bag from beside the front door. I walked to school, considering it was only a few blocks away. When I heard footsteps getting louder behind me, I panicked. Shit, here we go…

"Iero!" Ah, fuck. Billie had caught up with me. Billie was the biggest knob at Bellville High; and also the biggest homophobe. I kept walking, trying to ignore him. "Hey, I'm fucking talking to you!" He grabbed my shoulder and span me around.

"What do you want Billie?" I groaned.

"Don't talk to me like that, gay boy. So, you found yourself a boyfriend yet?"

"No, why? You offering?" I smirked, smugly. His face fell and hardened, becoming angry.

"You disgusting little fucker…" he spat on my cheek and punched me in the gut. I doubled over in pain as he walked off, laughing. Then I heard more footsteps.

"Frankie?" Oh thank god, it wasn't another jock.

"Lindsey! Hey…" I croaked.

"Are you okay?" What a stupid question to ask. I'm lying on a pavement, groaning in pain.

"Oh, just peachy." Sarcasm dripped off my tongue as I managed to stand up, "come on, or we'll be late." We began walking along the sidewalk again, chatting and laughing, brushing off the homophobic abuse like I did every day.

When we arrived at school (early, unusually) Alicia, my other friend, came running over.

"Frankie! Lindsey!" she said cheerily.

"Hey, Alicia! How's it going?" Lindsey asked before I could.

"Not too bad. Although, maths first period is going to kill me!" she complained.

"Yeah, I can't stand Mr Duvall. He just goes on and on…" I joined in the conversation. They giggled at my comment, and the bell rang. We reluctantly made our way to our form room and took our seats at the back of the class. Mrs. Shelby walked in and took the register, leaving everyone to talk when she was done.

By the time first period came around I already wanted to go home. Mr. Duvall is the most evil maths teacher – no, scratch that – the most evil teacher in the fucking universe. I usually sit at the back, with the seat next to me empty. Today was no exception. While Mr Duvall was prattling on about fractions, I twiddled my thumbs and doodled on my book.

A little knock on the door snapped me out of Iero-land. A tall – well, tall to me, because I'm a tiny motherfucker – boy walked in, looking shy. He had shoulder length, raven-black hair that fell over his abnormally pale and porcelain skin.

"Can I help you?" Mr Duvall sounded annoyed that he had interrupted.

"Sorry, I'm new…Are you Mr Duvall?" His voice had a slight husky tone to it. I couldn't help but think he was gorgeous…Even if I couldn't see his face through his hair.

"Ah, yes. Mr Way, is it?"

"Yes, sir."

"You can take a seat next to Mr Iero at the back then." He turned back to the board and the boy walked over and slumped in the chair next to me.

"Hey, I'm Frank." I smiled nervously.

"Gerard," he smiled awkwardly. Guess he was shy…Now I could see his face, I was captivated…His eyes were a pool of beautiful hazel that you could easily get lost in. His nose was small and cute, and his lips – a pale pink – were thin and in a straight, hardened line. He was wearing black skinny jeans with rips on the knees, a studded belt and a misfits tee. On his feet were bright red converse, like my own.

In all the scrutinizing his looks, I hadn't realised I was staring at him. He looked uncomfortable and confused…

"Uh…So, you like The Misfits?" I tried to avoid the awkwardness.

"Uh, yeah, they're my favourite band. Looks like you like Black Flag, too."

"Yeah, they're fucking insane. So why did you move to Belleville High?"

"Same old story. Mom and Dad split up, and I moved up here with my Mom and younger brother, Mikey."

"Aw, that sucks. I'm sorry." I screwed up my face in resignation.

"Nah, it's okay. He kinda beat up my Ma, so…"

"Shit…" Poor kid…We continued to chat like that all lesson; just general banter. He was a nice kid; we got on really well. And he was cute as fuck…Not that I could tell him that, of course. He's not gay, I could just tell. Damn…

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