The World's A Broken Bone.
Frank's POV
I woke up in a tiny little room I didn't recognize. It was messy, really dark, but the bed was comfy enough. I looked all around me to see if I could find any details to remind me why I was there but I couldn't remember a thing.
I stared up at the ceiling for something like an hour, until I the room was lightened a bit. What time was it? I couldn't be late. As I tried to get up, I realized my body was fucking hurting. I let out a cry of pain as I fell back on the bed. Suddenly the door opened, and Gerard walked in. I was slowly remembering what had happen earlier.
"Are you ok Frank?" He said with a concerned look.
"I... Yeah I guess... Where am I?"
"You're at my place. Are you hungry or anything?"
"I'm fine." I closed my eyes a moment and reopened them to look at Gerard. "Gerard?"
"Yes?"
"Did you know these dudes? I mean..." I took a breath, because for some unknown reason I still couldn't breathe properly. "Why do you know them? Are you... Are you, you know, doing the same?"
His face saddened and he looked to the ground. That meant everything. I couldn't believe that a boy with such an innocent look, and such a cute smile, could be… bad. "Gerard, will you answer?" I felt guilty about insisting, since he hid the tear rolling down his cheek.
"I can't talk about it. Not now. I'm sorry."
"But why?"
"Get ready for school." He said and left the room.
"Uhm, Gerard, would you please help me get up…?" I ask loudly, as I didn't how far from the room he was. I waited a minute for him to come back. But he didn't even answer. Nice. I made myself roll over the bed because my abdomen wouldn't help me get up, and fell on the ground. I didn't mean to, but I screamed in pain so loud I think I woke up the whole street. Gerard ran back to my room and tried to help himself not to laugh. I got mad at first but ended up laughing, which only made Gerard explode into gales of laughter.
It hurt so much but I really couldn't help when I saw him almost falling on the ground laughing. We finally stopped and he helped me get up.
"Sorry!" He said letting out a last chuckle.
"I guess it's ok." I smiled. Dammit, he was so beautiful. I've been crushing on him for over five months and there I was, at his place. It couldn't be anything but fate. "May I use your bathroom?"
"Sure!" He helped me to walk and gave me a towel and put some clothes on the bed because there were blood stains on mine. I got into the shower and started... washing? Every move I made was painful, and I was trying hard not to cry out. Once done, I wrapped the towel around my hips, and got out of the bathroom, to the room I had slept in.
Where were the clothes? I couldn't see anything, so I turned on the light and saw Gerard was looking through the half-opened door. He was fucking checking me out! He left as he saw I had noticed him. Damn, he checked me out. I was so happy, nothing could get me in a bad mood.
Nothing? I sure had talk too fast. As soon as I saw myself in the mirror, and saw all the bruises on my face and all over my body, my smile disappeared. I was remembering everything. The three men's face, Shannon's fist, and Gerard… Saving me. But did he really save me? I mean, he sure got me out of this, but still, he knew them, and was about to buy drugs. That made him bad enough to keep everyone one from associating with him. Didn't it? I don't know.
He still had those fucking eyes, this fucking smile, this fucking everything. And who didn't love a bad side, uh?
I walked into the kitchen-living-room, and I could smell the warm coffee. Gerard was nowhere so I helped myself and took a cup of coffee.
"At ease?" Gerard said, mocking at my embarrassed face. "Just kidding Frank, take everything you want." He said, pouring coffee in his cup.
"So.." I said. "Do you live here alone?"
"Yes!"
"Don't you go to school?"
"I thought about going back, but they'd fire me anyway." I wanted to ask why, but I guess I had asked enough questions for today.
"Alright Frank, you shouldn't be late!" I drank the rest of coffee in my cup, and hugged Gerard.
"Thank you. Thank you for everything." And I went out of his apartment.
I walked down the streets with anticipation. What if I crossed their road again. Every step I made was hurting, and awkwardly, I couldn't wait to be at school. Shit! What would I tell Ray about yesterday? He must've been more pissed than worried anyway…
And I was right! As soon as Ray saw me he came at me with a determinate walk. "Where the fuck were you? How do you plan to progress if you don't come, or don't even reply?" I guess he wasn't seeing my bruises.
"Are you blind? Are you fucking blind Ray?"
"Whaa-?" He looked at me, this time he was using his eyes. "What happened Frank?"
"I…Some dudes beat me up."
"Oh God why would anybody do that to you?"
"They had no reason… Just passing the time I guess."
"And how did you get out of it? I mean, did they leave you for dead?" He seemed really concerned, and I was glad to have at least someone who cared around me right now... Excluding Gerard.
"I... uhh.." How was I supposed to explain all of that? Ray didn't know Gerard. And I couldn't tell him who he was by saying 'Well he's my five month crush' since he didn't know I was gay. "A guy saw me, and took me to his place, so yeah, I slept there."
"A random guy? What if he had killed you?"
I decided I would tell Ray I wasn't straight, and that it was Dallon that had turned me gay… Dallon was my first crush actually. He was always taking care of me, and I found him really attractive. But yeah that was the past. I would also have to explain that the random guy was my crush since five months, and that I knew him… A bit. "Ok. Ray, I have something to-"
"-Hey guys! So where were you last… Who did that to you?" Dallon said angrily. "Is that Gerard? I swear I'm gonna kill that motherfucker!" Wow, did he still care... that much? I had broken up with him, because he was really possessive and just… too much for me. But he was the best friend you could ever imagine. Always there, wherever and whenever you needed him. But this, talking about Gerard this way. That pissed me off.
"Calm the fuck down you idiot! It's not Gerard! Actually, he saved me from the ones who did this to me y'see?" I said. I wanted to sound the rudest possible. But then I saw his face, he wasn't angry at Gerard, but actually, worried for me. I immediately regretted being so defensive.
"Alright, see you later." He said in a low tone, and wearing the saddest look I've ever seen.
He turned and walked away. "Wait I…" But I didn't raised my voice enough to make him even hear I had said something.
"What the fuck Frank? Who is Gerard? And why did Dallon overreact to what you said?"
"Well I'm gay, ok? He was my first boyfriend, and it seems like he still cares!" I screamed. Everyone was looking at me, as if I was a fucking unknown creature. The whole school knew now. And there the hell began.
Brendon's POV
I still hadn't realized I'd slept with Dallon, well more like cuddled all night. It was going to be a good day. I was in a fucking good mood. I think I had a crush. And my crush was crushing on me. What else could I ask, uh? Well I could ask some news from Spencer. He still wasn't there, and I was really worried. Where could he be? I had some news about Frank from Ray though, why would anybody beat Frank up? He was such a cute thing and wow, was that even normal to think like this? Is my gay side definitely awakened? Anyway, his crush, Gerard, his name reminded me someone… Maybe a friend of Spencer? I don't know.
Still in my thoughts, someone dragged me out of the school. "Spencer? Where were you? Are you ok?" He didn't answer and kept dragging me to a place I recognized as our good old squat place. "Spencer will you answer me now?" He faced me, and as if the beaten-up Frank wasn't enough, it seemed like Spencer had a fight. "What happened?"
"Remember Sewssen?" He said in a weird voice and way of talking. "Well, she had a boyfriend. And it seems like she told him I raped her. THE THING IS..." Oh God why are you fucking screaming Spencer... "His boyfriend is Aurélien Monney Bosso."
"You mean, the super brawny and impulsive football player?" I laughed. Someone had to teach Spence a lesson anyway. He couldn't just hope he'd make out with all the girls in the whole world because he wanted to.
"Well done my dear!" I mocked.
"Ha. Ha. You having a good laugh?"
"Fuck yeah!" We were sitting on the grass, under the heavy sun. Spencer was acting really weird. Like he had taken some illegal thing, well you know what. He was laughing alone. "Spencer? How do you feel?"
"Man, I've never known the sun was so funny! His jokes are the best. I swear, listen-"
"-What did you take…?"
"C'mon Beeden" What was up with everybody giving me weird nicknames? "Just listen to the suuuuuuuuun!"
"Spencer! Seriously!"
"Arr, you're such a killjoy." He took out a plastic bag with… A lot of weed in it. Why was he doing this? I mean, this is not like Spencer…
"This Beeden, is pure joy." He said it as if 'joy' was actually weed since the beginning of the world, and not an emotion.
"You know joy doesn't grow in fields, right?"
"Oh yeah? Well is it fabricated in factories? I don't think so, it's natural you idiot." I started laughing so hard at that he laughed too, without even knowing why.
"Ahh, Spencer, let's smoke joy then!" I said. He looked at me with a pervert smirk like 'you got it right, bitch!'
I had never smoke before, so I was quite anticipating the breath of smoke I was about to breathe. But I didn't feel anything. Actually, I liked it. What? I gave it back to Spencer and swore to myself I would never get addicted to this, and would never touch drugs again. Also, I wanted Spencer to get out of this circle... It was painful to see his way of living; he wasn't like that before…
"Who did you get this from Spencer?" I asked.
"Errrrr… Can I tell you that when my brain works properly again?"
"Could you concentrate please?" And I thought. "Gerard..." I whispered.
"Yes! Gerard Way sold me these! You little genius, you read my memories now?"
"Yeah, yeah…" My mind was confused at that precise moment. I texted Frank about Gerard dealing, but he didn't answered.
"Alright Spency, let's go back to school now, yeah?"
"Man, do I look like I can go back there right now? I don't think so." He then took a fake crying voice. "Just leave me here alone, on my own, don't worry, I'll survive, just save yourself Beeden, I'll hold them back!"
"What? Yeah never mind."
Frank's POV
How was I supposed to feel about Gerard dealing? Was it that bad? As long as he didn't take these things, I couldn't really blame him… He certainly was in the need of money; he had to pay everything since he lived alone. But I would ask him explanation Sunday anyway.
I needed to know if falling for him was that bad. Well, let's not pretend that if it was that bad, I would just go on and find someone else to crush on, since I think it was more than a simple crush.
Anyway, I still couldn't decode Dallon's reaction. Was he telling the truth about Gerard being really bad, or was he… jealous? No he was on Brendon. What could Gerard have done to be as bad as Dallon was telling me he was?
"Mr. Iero, would you mind paying some attention at the lesson?" The teacher said. I looked up at him, and blushed.
"It's not his fault sir, he was certainly thinking about his dear little boyfriend. Weren't you, faggot?" A guy said.
Ray glared at the boy. "Shut up! Haven't you heard yet? Homophobia is gay. Go find yourself a life, and let people live theirs!" I looked at Ray, surprised by his reaction. This was one of the best fucking friend I've ever had. He knew about me being gay this morning, and was already standing up for me, even knowing this would ruin his entire social life. He turned to face me.
"You are truly welcome, Frank."
"Thank you Ray, really."
"FAGS!" The boy repeated. Was he stupid? Or retarded?
"Shut up Mr. Trohman!" The teacher yelled.
"Yeah, shut the fuck up Joe..." Ryan said.
"Alright can we go back to the lesso-" The bell rang and we all got out, what made our teacher really mad.
"End of the day!" Ray screamed as we were getting out of the school.
I chuckled and looked at him. "Ray, that's really cool that you didn't freak out when you found out I was gay, and that you stood up for me. You're a true friend." I insisted on friend, just to make sure he would never freak out.
He laughed. "It's ok Frank, I'll always defend my friends, as long as they stand up for me too." He said bumping into my shoulder.
"I will stand up for you too! I don't know if you will ever need it but yeah.."
"Okay Frank," he smiled "See you tomorrow!" I nodded and walked away from this school that would slowly become hell for me.
I suddenly thought of Gerard and how I wanted to see him again. His eyes, hair, and pinkish lips. I just couldn't wait until Sunday. I put my earphones in and started to walk down the streets, thinking about the last day, this morning, this stupid jock called Joe, and Ryan? I hadn't been talking to him since… thirteen years? And I was seventeen.
And there he was, gayer than ever, and defending me, what did he want? I heard that last year he had crushed on… Brendon. God, tell me he got over it and is not trying to get close to me again so he could talk to his dear crush… Whatever, I wouldn't help him; he had let me down for Halloween, which was also my birthday. This looks like childish stupid shady goings-on, but I hadn't got over it yet. I was looking at my feet, as I was walking, before I, again, walked into somebody. Everything the person was holding was dropped on the floor. Actually it was a trash bag.
"Oh my god, what the…" He, it was a he, was Gerard, what the fuck was he doing in my street. Wait, I haven't been walking home at all. I have been unconsciously walking to Gerard's.
Man, that was the creepiest thing ever, I couldn't control where I was going now? What's next, uh? Gerard stood up still not noticing it was me. He put the bag in the trash, faced me, and stopped.
"Frank?" He said, and I could definitely say he tried not to smile. "What are you doing here? You forgot something?"
"I… Uh actually no, I just uh..." Fuck, how was I going to explain that? That's not like I could say 'I don't know, I walked there unconsciously because the inside me wanted to see you again before Sunday!'.
"Mmh? Whatever, want to come in a little while?" Thank God, I didn't have to explain the bullshit my brain was made of.
"Yeah sure." We made our way in, and everything was the fucking same as when I left in the morning, the coffee still where he had left it, the towel, still where I left it… Actually it was a fucking mess.
"So why do you live here alone?" He looked down, and the smile he was wearing five seconds ago disappeared. "Sorry, I didn't mean to... Don't answer, I'm sorry. I'm just going to leave." I turned and walked to the door. He didn't call me back, and I took it as a matter of fact that I really offended him.
I walked home, and none of my parents were back. Where the fuck were they? Not that I missed them, but still, I was a bit worried. And nothing was going better with the thought that I had hurt Gerard.