Hiya, so here is a new story. Another Frerard SURPRISE! It should turn out fairly long unless i get bored of it.
Disclaimer: (for the picky ones) i do not own Frank, Gerard, Mikey etc. This is pure fiction, never hapened before.
On with the story!
No, not going to happen. I grunted, shifting my body to meet my mother's hard stare.
"I'm not kidding Frank. Get up! I'm not about to let you be late on the first day back!"
I sighed. She wasn't going to let this one go, was she?
I pulled the sheets off my half naked body, exposing my bare chest.
"You drive me mad, woman!" I know how much it pissed her off when I called her "woman". That is the only reason I ever said it.
"Get!" she barked, pointing out the door and down the stairs. She glared at me the way she does that makes people understand she's not kidding any longer.
I did as I was told, dragging my feet down to the kitchen. The strong aroma of coffee hit me hard and I was suddenly very awake.
Mom read my expression exactly and asked, "Want some?"
"Yes, please," I answered without hesitation.
She poured me some of the liquid gold and handed it over gently, making sure she didn't spill. I thanked her and snuggled up to the mug, breathing in the hot steam.
I took a foolish sip and burned my tongue like I do almost every time. The vapours had warned me but I'm too fucking impulsive I suppose.
I put the mug down, admitting defeat, and patiently waited for it to cool down.
"Go get dressed," Mom ordered. I nodded my head and walked up to my room, taking my precious time. Might as well while I waited for my coffee to cool.
I lazily grabbed a pair of ripped jeans and a plain, blue, faded tee-shirt with a grey and black hoodie.
I put them on and went back downstairs.
"You could at least try a little harder," mother nagged but didn't push it further knowing I could care less.
I wasn't exactly excited to go back to school after two months of doing nothing all day, everyday. Of course I had my beautiful girl, Pansy, to accompany me, guitar strings and all.
I will finish high-school for my divorced parents, but college? I don't know. I can't imagine myself there, engulfed in textbooks and surrounded by big ass jocks. One more year of hell was bad enough but no more afterwards.
Besides, I rather play in a band. Not sure if it will ever go far, but I rather be happy than rich.
"C'mon, baby. Grab your stuff or you are going to be late," my thoughts were interrupted by my demanding mother.
"Yeah, yeah. Chill, I'm going," I stuffed my necessities into my back-pack and rushed out before I was physically kicked out.
Joy! I couldn't wait for my swell day to begin. Who knows? I might be stuffed into a locker and called "faggot" on the very first day back, if I was lucky.
I felt like I was dragging myself, not so physically but more mentally. Every morsel of me, every cell, was dreading this day. And now, it was finally here.
Thump, thump, thump thump... It sounded like far-away foot steps. Surely not mine, they were a separate noise. Not as heavy as the one I was hearing. I quickly decided I would not look behind me. Did I really want to know who it was? I had a feeling I already knew who it would be anyways...
As the steps grew louder, they also grew slower, until I felt a hand firmly grip my shoulder.
"Hey. Why didn't you wait up?" See, I knew it. It's always him anyways.
"Sorry, dude. I was deep in thought." I replied as casually as possible.
"Really? C'mon dude. I know you haven't been exactly excited but don't get nervous because of what happened-"
I turned my head and looked into his eyes, making sure he knew I was telling the truth. "Mikey, I'm not nervous. I have told you plenty of times. I've just been thinking, you know?" Ya, Mikey, my best friend. Who else did you expect it to be?
"Fine," he sighed, "but don't go all anxious on me. I don't need you to be a nervous wreck when I'm still working on myself. It's a very complicated process," he said the last sentence, jokingly, in a British accent, trying to sound smart.
I snorted. He always knew what to say.
"Dude, you make my day."
"I know."
We walked to school side-by-side. Mostly silent, but not awkward, it's never awkward between us. When we did speak, it would be of music, comic books, and Harry Potter. They are my favourite series. Mikey never complains when I babble on about my own interests, which I often do, he's good that way.
Besides, he's had his share of boring me. We're even.
"Want to sleep over tonight?" he asked me.
"I don't think-" I was going to deny his offer but he cut me off.
"Gerard won't be home tonight, if that's the reason," Fuck, he always knows. Bastard.
"Well... Ya. Sure, whatever."
"That's what I thought," he grinned at me and I punched him in the arm playfully.
"Prick," I accused teasingly.
"Bitch," he back-fired.
"Bitch? Really?" I chuckled at his pathetic attempt at a come-back.
"What? You can be,"
Our meaningless conversations continued until we got to school. Since Mikey's a year younger than me, we don't have any classes together. Oh well, there's always after school.
We said our goodbyes and parted ways as we headed to our lockers.
I took what I needed and put the rest in my locker. I sighed and headed to my next class, maths.
I walked in the room and was greeted by my far too jolly math teacher, Mr. Harrot.
"You're not late! What a nice surprise, Frank. Now why don't you take a seat," the things the man says, coming from someone else's mouth you would think they were being sarcastic, but not him. Sometimes he is far too happy for his own good.
I took a seat in the second row from back of the class room.
I began doodling while waiting for the lesson to start.
I heard someone pull back a chair in the desk in front of me, disturbing me in my own little world.
I looked up from my sad excuses of drawings to see the being who sat in front of me.
To my sad surprise, it was Gerard. His hazel eyes were looking sadder than usual. His black hair, messier than usual. His eyebrows were furrowed with what looked like concern. He seemed so distressed. I almost felt sorry for him but then I remembered. My pity morphed into anger. Those were his choices, not mine. Everything was his fault. I was only being honest. He didn't need to do what he did.
We didn't exactly have a cheerful history.
"Hey, Frank," he said with a friendly smile. Fake. He's so fucking fake.
"Hi," I replied without a smile.
I wasn't about to befriend him again just to end up hurt as usual.
"So... what's up?" he tried again but I refused to return the kindness.
I cut to the chase. I wasn't in the mood for games. "Dude, what do you want?"
"I-" he was cut off by someone else taking the seat beside him. Brennon. Great.
His short blond hair gelled. He work dark clothes, like Gerard, but had a larger, more jock-like frame. I don't understand why he wasn't in any school sports, but he just wasn't. If he wasn't such an asshole, I could actually like the kid.
"Hey Gerard. Hey Frank." he spit out my name with so much disgust you would think I killed someone.
I didn't reply, it wouldn't make anything better.
"What's wrong Frankie? Why you so peeved?" Brennon pushed, trying to see how far he could go without me snapping. "Answer me fag-boy. C'mon,"
How could anyone possibly be friends with this guy?
I looked over at Gerard to see if he had any humanity to shut Brennon up. None. He was just mindlessly staring at his shoes. Coward. He made this mess.
"Faggot," Brennon mumbled.
Why couldn't the lesson just start?
"Faggot," he said again, louder this time.
Please Mr. Harrot, just start the lesson, even if everyone's not here yet.
"Frank the worthless fucking faggot!" he hissed at me, for the world to hear.
"Shut the fuck up Brennon! Just leave him the fuck alone, okay? He can't help it! Just shut up!" Gerard snapped with full-force. Everyone in the classroom gawked at him. Why was he defending me? Brennon was supposed to be his best-friend.
"Is everything alright over there?" Mr. Harrot asked us. Once again, his obliviousness never failed to entertain me.
"Everything is just dandy Mr. Harrot." Brennon answered, sarcasm clearly audible in his voice.
"Well whatever it is, I will ask you to spare it until after class. Understood?"
The three of us nodded our heads in unison. I wasn't a tad bit excited for after class.
When class was over, I grabbed all my shit and sprinted out the door. I wasn't about to way for the douche bags to catch up to me. I stopped at my locker, where I grabbed what I needed for the next class. When I got there, I was very pleased to see that neither Gerard nor Brennon had the same class. Hopefully I could manage to avoid them for the rest of the day.
I couldn't help but feel a hint confused, though. I was indeed gay and very used to being called "faggot" ever since I came out involuntarily. So why did Gerard defend me? He would either join in when people harassed me or just stand by and watch the outcome of his choices.
What the fuck did he do that for? My confusion followed by more anger.
He is such a bastardly, cowardly coward! I hate him! Why can't he just leave my be? Asshole!
I could feel tears threaten to burn my eyes. I dared to blink because I knew that would cause them to fall down my face. I refused to show any emotion, except for anger, towards him. After all the confusion, sadness, and anger he has caused me, he will never be worth shit to me. I will not let him manipulate my thoughts ever again.
I. Will. Not.
Yeah i know. their ages are not very realistic. Frank is younger than Mikey and Gerard is older than both, in real life. but this is fiction so ya... Please review! i would love to know that someone is reading this. i will try and update chapters and soon as possible. :) xx