Gerard, Mikey, and Ray sat in the cafeteria that day for lunch. Of course their table was the one over by the garbage cans, but it didn't bother them very much. At least they were out of the way, hiding out in the shadows.

Gerard and Ray were talking about the band, when their first practice would be, who their new drummer was, and where on Earth were they going to find a bass guitarist. Frank could play bass if they needed him to, but neither Gerard or Ray really wanted him to do that. His talent was in rhythm and Ray intended to keep him there. Ray himself could play whatever instrument need be, but Gerard had told him he HAD to play lead guitar in the band because he was the best guitarist on the face of the Earth. Gerard could be a bit dramatic at times. Gerard couldn't play bass though, he was hopeless with a guitar. Ray was too nice to tell him that openly though, it was just an understood fact.

Mikey wasn't paying the slightest bit of attention to either of them. He was attempting, with great perseverance and concentration, to lick frosting off the end of his nose. He'd forgotten a fork, and it was too dangerous to venture all the way aross the cafeteria to get one. But Mikey by no means was willing to give up his cake! So he took to eating it like one might eat a sandwhich.

Ray chuckled at his young friend. Mikey could be such a dork.

"Hey guys," Mikey interrupted, showing that maybe he was paying some attention after all. "I was wondering what's your band about anyways?"

Gerard and Frank exchanged a glance. They hadn't really discussed this.

"I guess we're gonna be like a punk band," Gerard said slowly, as if asking Ray's okay with the same time.

"Yeah, someone who'll stand out, and make a difference," Ray added in the same way. Both boys seemed pleased with each other's answers.

"What's your name?" Mikey asked, again failing at removing the frosting with his tongue, which just wasn't long enough. He needed a longer tongue Goddammnit!

"Uhh, we haven't figured that out yet," Gerard said. Mikey nodded, turning all his attention back to his cake.

"Hey look, there's Bob," Toro pointed across the cafeteria to a blonde boy in a tight black t-shirt.

"Cool," Gerard said, eying the drum sticks in the boy's back pocket. Bob wore headphones over his ears. His T-shirt was for Smashing Pumpkins. He seemed legit enough.

"I wish I could grow a beard like that," Ray sighed.

"You always want what you can't have," Gerard sighed dreamily, fantasizing about the beard, and *ahem* something[or someone] else.

"So you're saying you want an afro?" Ray asked.

"Huh?"

"There's no way you could pull off an afro," Toro informed.

"You can keep your fucking afro, Toro," Gerard said. "I just want a beard."

"Cake beard!" Mikey exclaimed. Sure enough, he'd managed to get himself a cake beard and a cake nose.

"Mikey..." Gerard started to say something, then stopped himself and started laughing at his unspoken joke. Ray pelted Mikey with balled up napkins, which Mikey used to clean up his face. He seemed a bit unhappy about it though.

"Are you guys done?" Gerard asked, standing up with his lunch tray. The other boys nodded and followed suit.

"Fork the cause," Toro reminded as they walked to dump their trays.

Mikey frowned, "I don't have a fork to throw away today," he sighed.

"First the utensils," Gerard declared dramatically. "Then their heads! Bwahaha!"

A shove from behind sent Gerard sprawling forward, face first into the cake Mikey held in his hands. Frosting decorated both Gerard's face and Mikey's shirtfront. His hands were soiled with his beloved cake. Wiping frosting from his eyes, Gerard spun around angrily while Mikey stared in astonishment.

"What the fuck!?" Gerard yelled at the person behind him, who just so happened to be a girl. She was a few inches taller than Gerard with the help of heeled combat boots. She wore ripped grey skinny jeans and a black t shirt under a black hoodie. Her hair, died black, was straight and long. On her face she wore lots of eyeliner, purple lipstick, and a smug smile.

"Oopsie," she said with a shrug.

"What the hell was that for!?" Gerard demanded, still trying to remove cake from his line of vision.

"It was an accident. I'm sorry," she spat at him, as if it was his fault he'd just kissed Mikey's cake. Gerard had seen the girl before, had one class with her. He couldn't exactly remember her name. Lizzie? Something like that.

"Yeah right, that's bull," Gerard hissed. He turned on heel and stalked back to the front of the cafeteria for more napkins, ignorant of the eyes watching him.

"What was with her?" Gerard said, walking out of the cafeteria with Mikey and Ray.

"Maybe it really was an accident," Mikey suggested, trying without success to clean the stain off the front of his uniform shirt. It just kept getting worse, Mikey sighed, not wanting another dress code demerit.

"Yeah, she just accidently used both hands to shove me forward into your pastry, I doubt it," Gerard snapped. When he had his back turned, Mikey flipped him off. The two never faught, but irritation came naturally with any brothers.

"Hey guys," Ray said suddenly. "Have you seen Frank anywhere?"

The three boys stopped suddenly and looked around. Where was Frank anyways?

!

Those mother fuckers. Those mother fucking mother fuckers trapped him in this mother fucking locker. It was a girl's, from the smell of it, and Frank feared that the scent of perfume would haunt him for the rest of the day. Icing on the cake. He did not need this crap.

He'd long given up calling for help or banging on the door. Nobody was gonna let him out, it was lunch break and they wouldn't return to their lockers til fifth hour. So Frank was trapped. He couldn't break out either. You couldn't unlock a locker from the inside, because whatever idiot designed them hadn't taken kids like Frank into mind. With how tight it was there was no hope in the idea of busting down the door. Trapped.

A purse hung on a hook directly in front of him, so close that his stomach grazed it when he breathed. If Frank manuvered carefully he could reach his hand inside. Creepy as it was to explore a random girl's purse, Frank was bored to tears. Maybe she'd have a game or something.

Frank shifted through things like compacts and make up brushes without interest. He found a case of birth control pills and laughed at them. He pushed aside tampons, not giving any interest since he'd seen the things in his mother's bathroom before. Living alone with your mom had it's ups and it's downs.

What Frank found next sparked an interest though. He gently pulled out a thin box and looked it over. It was hard to make out in the dark, but the light coming through the locker grates allowed him to read the word "pregnancy."

A pregnancy test? Oh this was rich! Frank carefully opened the box and pulled out the small stick. Reaching in his pocket for the blue pen he kept there, he wriggled his arm back up and enscribed a small blue plus sign in the message box. He smirked at this, then shoved the box, wrapper, and stick back into her purse haphazardly. With any luck she'd find it and by totally confused as to why it read positive. She might freak out and think she'd forgotten taking it and was pregnant. Or she'd simply have to spend ten bucks on a new one. Either way, Frank was pleased.

The bell rang and rattled Frank's ears through the metal locker. FREEDOM! ATLAST! He could have giggled with relief. He really had to use the bathroom!

He waited patiently, careful not to lean against the door to avoid falling out when it opened. He suddenly heard voices right outside the locker, female voices.

When the door flung open Frank popped out suddenly.

"SUPRISE!" he yelled at the girl at the top of his lungs, who screamed in shock and ran off. Smirking to himself and ignoring the frightened stairs of people around him, Frank stepped out of the locker and walked down the hall, hands in his pockets relaxed. Two hours til band practice. Two hours til freedom.