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On Frank's thirteenth birthday, he told everyone he was gay.
His mother was overwhelmingly proud, hugging him and telling him she was so glad that he was being himself.
His father didn't say anything really.
But in all honesty, Frank didn't really give a shit.
He had Gerard, granted no one knew, but having a secret relationship was actually sort of fun.
Gerard himself was still pretty much in the closet.
It kind of bothered Frank, was Gerard ashamed?
Surely not, Gerard was smart, he most likely had a valuable reason.
Frank hoped so.
All in all, the reaction to Frank's sexuality was rather good.
Linda did get some calls from "concerned" mothers who had children that went to school with Frank.
"I mean seriously Linda, he's just thirteen! It's a phase. He can't actually of decided so early." they would say.
To which Linda would reply, "Excuse me, but I'm pretty sure my son 'decided' to be gay just about the time you 'decided' to be straight." and then hang up.
No one messed with her baby.
"Nervous?" Gerard asked Mikey.
"Yes."
"Don't be. You make friends without the slightest effort or desire." the older boy laughed.
It was Mikey's first day at Belleville High.
Which meant it was Frank's too.
Which meant Frank got to be one of the school's two out gay kids.
Yay.
He seemed to be taking it pretty well though, he was like Brendon in the way that he always had a smile on his face.
Gerard knew not to mess with Frank's feelings though, the last time he had done that hadn't turned out so well.
But that was the past.
It was behind them.
All though, those who didn't know him well enough still privately thought of Frank as 'that suicidal gay kid'.
Frank wasn't about to let that get to him though.
Even though Gerard was a junior, he still saw Frank often.
They ate lunch together, kind of like the old days.
"I bet I can catch this grape in my mouth." Bob said, a smirk playing on his lips.
"Knock yourself out." Brendon mused.
He threw the grape up, maybe a little too high up.
For it proceeded to land slightly off target.
You know, just right onto Mikey's face.
"Hey, I said knock yourself out not Mikey!" Brendon laughed.
Bob's face went bright red, "Fuck off." he mumbled trying his best to sound angry.
But you really couldn't be angry when Brendon fucking Urie was laughing.
It was a loud obnoxious sound.
You honestly couldn't decide if it made you want to hug him or punch the kid in the face.
Frank looked over at Gerard, who was wedged between Ray and his brother.
Gerard gave him a small smile, which caused Frank to blush and look away.
"Well if it isn't the fag parade!" a voice said.
It was Alex Gaskarth, local dick head.
"Go away Alex." mumbled Ray.
"Shut up Toro." he hissed and turned his attention to the other boys at the table.
His eyes landed on Frank.
"Aw, little freshman." he said, "You've been spending a lot of time with Urie over here. Is he like, your Gay Guide or something?" he laughed at his own stupid joke.
"Hey! Fuck off!" Gerard said through gritted teeth, looking the asshole in the eyes.
"What did you say to me? Oh I guess, you emo kids stick up for each other. You know, when your too not busy sticking things in yourselves."
Tears were burning in Frank's brown eyes. Gerard could see them.
"I said fuck off!" he yelled, standing up and swinging at Alex.
He swung back.
It wasn't long until there was a group of bystanders watching, mouths open wide.
Mikey had taken Frank out of the cafeteria, thank god.
"Hey! Break it up you two!" A teacher shouted and Gerard felt hands pulling him away from Alex.
His hand raised up to his nose, it hurt.
When he pulled it away, it was covered in thick blood.
Asshole he thought.
He knew this was the shit he would have to endure once he stopped being such a fucking closet case.
It really didn't make sense, all the hate.
He couldn't help how he felt.
Not that he was ashamed.
Fuck it. Of course he was ashamed, of course he felt wrong.
He was reminded every fucking day.
That he was wrong.
He was disgusting.
Fag.
It echoed in his ears, it consumed his thoughts.
He turned away from the crowd, grabbing his stuff.
It was funny, he couldn't hear all the voices.
Just that word.
Fag.
That was all that they would care about.
It wouldn't matter that he was nice, or that he could draw.
He was pretty smart too, when he gave it effort.
But who cared about that?
He was gay.
It would define him, when he came out.
Just like it defined Brendon and Frankie.
God, Frank was just a kid.
Then again they were all kids.
But childhood can't exist without one thing.
Innocence.
When you're called a fag everyday, no matter what you're doing.
When you want to be dead at twelve years old.
You're anything but innocent.
Anything but pure.
By this time, Gerard was well off of the school campus.
He was walking down one of Belleville's crappy, deserted streets.
When he reached his destination, he threw down his stuff.
He was in a park, by a pond.
It wasn't as nice as it sounded.
In the past few years, multiple bodies had been found in it.
A pond was supposed to be a tranquil place.
A pure one.
An innocent one.
But this one was dirty, it was wrong.
Like Gerard.
Well, at least he would fit in here.
He couldn't say that about many other places.
He took his face in his hands, rubbing them over his face.
He wasn't crying, he had cried enough in the last couple of weeks to last a lifetime.
God, I'm like mean. But let us clarify I don't enjoy using the word 'fag'. And I'd really rather not use it, but you know: accuracy and other shit. So yeah, sorry I took forever to update. Reviews?
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