"I don't know, Gee. Are you sure we won't get practically killed?" Frank asked.
"We'll be fine," Gerard replied as he fixed Frank's bowtie, "Clark isn't even going to be at the dance. He thinks he's too cool. I'll bet you anything he posts a picture of him and some chick in his bed tonight."
"I hope you're right," Frank said as he wiped a smudge of eyeliner off his face, "Do I look okay?"
"You look fucking gorgeous," Gerard replied before quickly kissing Frank on the lips. Then they left Frank's house and set off for prom. Yes, Gerard and Frank were going to prom together. They had been dating for two years. They were a bit worried about how everyone would react, though, especially Clark, their main tormenter. Captain of the football team nevertheless, Clark could get any girl he wanted. And he liked to rub it in everyone's faces. At least he wouldn't be a problem tonight, if Gerard was correct.
As they rode toward the school in Gerard's car, frank looked down at himself, at his formal attire. It was unusual for him to be dressed like this, and he wasn't sure if he could pull it off. Gerard certainly could, though. Frank smiled at the thought.
They arrived at the high school in no time. Gerard got out of the car quickly and dashed to the other side to open the door for Frank. They smiled simultaneously as their eyes met. They made the "mistake" of holding hands as they walked toward the gym doors. "Get a room, fags!" someone shouted from behind them, before tossing an empty Starbucks cup at the back of Gerard's head. It hit him and he grimaced but didn't turn around. The bullies caused more trouble than they were worth, he reasoned. Besides, at least it wasn't Clark.
Gerard and Frank walked into the gym and Gerard handed their tickets to the chaperone at the door. She smiled and let them pass. Frank and Gerard spent the better part of the night dancing and just having a great time. Of course they got a photo together, along with a confused and hateful glare from the photographer. They couldn't care less, though. The picture turned out great.
Toward the end of the night, the music stopped momentarily and a chaperone walked onto the stage and began talking into the microphone. "May I have your attention please," she began.
Gerard felt the impulse to shout 'Will the real Slim Shady please stand up' but he didn't want to call unnecessary attention to himself. "The winners of prom king and queen are…" the chaperone continued, "John Reed and Mindy Collins!" Everyone clapped and cheered as the two went up onstage and claimed their crowns. Gerard noticed that Frank wasn't smiling. He wasn't grimacing or anything, just looking a little dejected.
"Don't worry, Frank," Gerard whispered to his boyfriend, "You're my prom king."
Frank smiled and whispered back, "You're my prom king too, Gee."