**A/N: It's been a long time, and I must apologize, but I have been working on my Prison Fic, AS WELL as a little surprise ;) oh ho ho, got you interested now, haven't I ? xD Well, yes, I am working on another fic *hangs head* I'm not good at only sticking to one , but what're you gunna do ? ;D Sorry that this chapter's a little short, I'm suffering from a little case of Writersie Blockius at the moment, so just hang in there for a wee while :P I promise I'll get over it ;)

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Frank's P.O.V

"You fucking tease!" I laughed, pushing Gerard as we sauntered down the hallway. I could still feel his cold fingers down my shirt, touching my skin, even though they were long gone.

Gerard hissed at me to be quiet, and I suddenly remembered that no one else knew this was a joke. But that just made me burst out laughing. Gerard stared at me oddly, but I couldn't help it. One, it felt too good to be actually laughing, and then there was the fact that everyone was so gullible beyond belief. The fact that they actually thought Gerard and I were dating was hilarious!

After a moment, I could see the strain on Gerard's face as he watched me laugh, and then suddenly he burst out into a fit of giggles, doubling over, clutching his abdomen. We must have looked bizarre, just two guys, laughing our asses off in the middle of a school hallway.

After a minute or two, Gerard and I finally stopped laughing, and he wiped his eyes dramatically, causing his black eyeliner to smudge slightly, which reminded me of a question that I'd been wanting to ask him.

"What's with all the makeup?" Gerard and I continued to walk down the hallway, still headed for the principal's office. Gerard shrugged.

"I guess it makes me stand out," he said, and then it was like a light bulb had flicked on above his head. Gerard turned to face me, a massive grin on his face.

"What?" I asked slightly cautiously. Gerard continued to look at me, with that almost frightening smile plastered on his pale face.

"You'll see," Gerard said mysteriously, "But we should hang out this weekend,"

I looked at him curiously for a moment before deciding that I really didn't want to know what he had planned. Shaking my head, I looked at the ground. That was when the hand grabbed the back of my neck.

I choked as the thick fingers tightened on my windpipe, blocking air from entering my lungs. I gasped, scratching at the hands that held me, but was unable to pry them off.

I heard a smash, and looked around with my eyes to find some jock pushing Gerard against a locker, smashing his head in. I tried to call for help, but my airways were still being restricted.

Black spots began to blur my vision, and I knew I was going to pass out if I didn't get air to my raging lungs soon. Coughing did me no good; it only wasted precious oxygen.

Then the hands had let go of my neck, but before I could get too excited, I was shoved headfirst into something dark and metallic. I heard a loud slam, and turned around in the darkness to see the door of the locker close, leaving me locked inside.

The sound of laughter could be heard, and then footsteps, as the two jocks who had jumped us walked away.

I gasped, coughing, glad that I could get air back to my lungs. Now the only problem was that I was stuck in a locker, all alone.

"Gerard?" I called through the grate. I heard moaning, and then the sound of someone getting to their feet.

"Frank?" Gerard's voice rang, "Frank, where are you?"

"I'm in the locker!" I was beginning to get claustrophobic, not enjoying the tight space I was currently stuck in. Then a piece of fabric brushed against my arm. I squinted through the darkness at it, before my eyes widened in horror, realizing what it was.

"Gerard, oh fuck," I cursed, becoming frantic, "Gerard, I'm in a jock's locker!"

Gerard swore under his breath, before leaning up towards the grate, looking through at me.

"Shit," he said, and I could hear him pacing on the other side of the locker door, "Uhm, I'm gunna get you out of there,"

"How the hell are you supposed to do that? What're you gunna do, break the door off?"

There was silence for a moment, and I knew Gerard was thinking hard.

"Uhm … Oh!" he said after a moment, "I'll be back!"

"GERARD!" I was getting really nervous now. The tight space felt like it was closing in on me, squeezing the life out of me. But there was nothing I could do, so I sat down, and waited.

Time seemed to tick by incredibly slow, like I was stuck in an hourglass that was blocked, allowing only one single grain of sand to fall every couple of seconds, and still Gerard didn't return.

Then, the bell rang, and I knew things were going to get a lot worse. As soon as the jock opened his locker, he would see me, and I would be in even deeper shit. But what was I supposed to do?

And then it hit me. I stood up just as I began to hear people exiting their classrooms, chatting away to their friends, laughing, joking.

I heard footsteps getting closer and closer to the locker, and I knew that this would be my only chance. I would have to time it perfectly, and not chicken out at the last second, or else it would all be for nothing.

I heard someone turning the dial on the locker, entering the combination, and I prepared myself. It was now or never.

As soon as the locker opened, I lunged outwards, yelling at the top of my lungs. The jock gave a startled shriek and fell backwards, falling over his dropped backpack. The jock scrambled to his feet and sprinted off in the other direction, and I couldn't help but chuckle at his face.

I stepped out of the metal locker, closing it behind me. People were staring, but I let them stare. I didn't hide, instead, I did something that I would have never done a few days ago.

I waved.

Then out of the corner of my eye, I spotted a fleck of darkness in the surrounding crowd of colour. I turned to see Gerard walking swiftly towards me, with a huge grin planted on his face. As he reached my side, he stooped down and kissed me lightly, and for a second, I forgot about the act, and wondered what the hell was happening. But then I remembered the crowd of people, and realized that Gerard had to make it look realistic. All this was definitely going to take some getting used to.

As he pulled away, Gerard whispered in my ear.

"Nice going, short stuff," and I smiled, before we walked away to our next classes, leaving everyone standing and staring for the third time that day.