Frerard One-Shots #Wattys2016 [currently being edited]

Gerard's POV- 17 years old

Alternative Universe- Please Tell Me If I Should Make A Fic Based On This:

It was raining. Actually, it was pouring.

Hours of waiting at school made me come to the conclusion that maybe my parents didn't say they were going to pick me up. The bus was no longer an option, and my phone was taken by a teacher who saw it in my back pocket. 

The first drops started falling just as I realized this. And now I was screwed. 

I walked away from the large high school, going through the large deserted parking lot. This walk was an hour tops, I could do this. 

I took a deep breath when I got up to the main road after maneuvering through my school's lot to get out here. 

Traffic was scarce, so I was able to walk across the road. I got safely to the other side when it began to poor. It was spring, what could I expect? I didn't wear a jacket, but I wish I did. I was about ready to do.

I grabbed my backpack and held it above my head, but it was pointless. I was already completely and thoroughly soaked.

I trudged down the flooding sidewalks, freezing my sweet ass off. This was not pleasant. 

I wondered which friend's house Mikey went to. Was it Ray? Was it Bob? It's too bad their houses are the opposite direction. 

Partway through my journey, I remembered my burning need to use the bathroom. There was deserted forest around me for miles, and unless I hitch-hiked down to my house, it would be a long wait. 

I decided to just go in the woods before I backed out. I came back up to the sidewalk afterwards. The cold rushing water took off the caked up mud on my shoes. I shivered, I rubbed my hands back and forth on my arms, trying to get friction started to conserve a small bit of heat.

I couldn't even feel my toes. A car passed. 

I recognized it as my friends Josh and Tyler's car. The normally loud music was replaced with a wave of rain that splashed me and an angry Tyler screaming "Where the fuck is my car radio?" out the window.

He didn't even see me, but I'm sure he was pretty angry. I mean, he had to sit there in silence without music. 

Shaking it off, I just kept walking, intent on getting home. I wondered how much time had lapsed by now. It had to be at least twelve. 

I finally got into the area of the neighborhood where no one was outside.

I had already anticipated that someone would see Donna's dear teenager soaked to the bone and walking broodily outside and come to his rescue. What I didn't anticipate was that it'd be Frank Iero.

The stereotypical loner, I would guess. People thought he was weird, he seemed to get hostile when any hint of a challenge approached. He obviously never really talked to anyone.

Anyways, a door opens in one of the few houses that I didn't think anyone lived in.

"Are you okay?" someone screams out. 

I run across the street and to the door. When I got a glimpse of the face, I didn't recognize the handsome man. I realized from the way he instantly averted his eyes and looked down that it was Frank Iero.

"U-um, are you okay?" he repeated.

"Are you? Do you live here? Where are your parents? I got left at school and had to walk home," I began to babble the babble that got me friends in the first place. 

"Do you want a ride home?" he asked, ignoring my questions.

"Uh, sure, but I'm soaking wet", I held up my arms to show him.

He chuckled.

"It's fine, come in", he offered. 

I hesitated at the door as he walked inside. All I needed was to feel the remote heat leak out, and I instantly stepped in. I shut the door behind me and looked into the vast living room.

Frank was in the kitchen, pouring a cup of coffee that he later offered me.

"I'll be right back", he said.

He went upstairs and I was left on the single couch in his living room.

Along with the couch was an awesome stereo system with speakers in every corner. There was no TV. This just seemed to be where he listened to music. Iron Maiden played softly in the speakers around me and I realized I had sat on his couch soaking wet. 

I jumped up as if I just sat on tacks as he came downstairs.

Instantly, I apologized for ruining his really nice couch like that.

"Don't worry about it", he laughed. "I don't mind".

He handed me a pair of socks, pants, underwear, a brand new band shirt, and a pair of sweatpants.

"Oh no, I'm okay", I rejected.

"Please", he flinched.

I realized that he may not want his car wet. He probably worked hard to get it. He got into the closet by the front door.

"What shoe size do you wear?" he asked.

"Umm, a nine", I said.

I didn't think he'd have my size, but he pulled out a box of brand new converse. They were white.

He handed them to me along with a fluffy white towel. 

"Thank you so much", I graciously accepted, as my toes felt like... well nothing. I couldn't feel them, remember?

I dried off my hair and laced on the nice high rise shoes. I looked like my normal self. I went to the full length mirror to see if everything fit right. He seemed to get everything mostly right on.

"Thank you", I said again.

He nodded. He grabbed his keys off of a hook by his front door. The only set of keys there. He lead me to an alternate door that lead to a garage. There was a jet black Porsche with highly shaded windows that I recognized from the school.

No one knew who's car it was. They were first there and last to leave. Now I know it was Frank Iero's car. So when Sabrina claimed that it was her's, she was lying. 

I got into it and it was LUXURIOUS. 

He silently drove me home and dropped me off without a word. I thanked him countless times.

Maybe he was just misunderstood.

[so freaking Cliche'.... I'm sorry]