[Gerard's pov]
I walk through the school gates, hungry and tired.
That's what most Mondays are like.
I go down to the benches and hit shuffle on my music.
505 by Arctic Monkeys comes on.
I smile to myself as I open tumblr on my iPhone 6.
My mom was always good to me.
I scroll on tumblr as I wait for my brother and best friend, Mikey.
He's been staying at his 'friend', Ray's house since he came out as Pan.
I thought my mom would accept him...
I frown slightly before I hear
"Hey, Gee!"
I look up to see who the voice belongs to, as I figured, it's Mikey.
I wave him over and smile, taking my earbuds out and pausing my music.
He returns the smile and sits beside me.
"How are you?" He asked, seeming sincere.
"Eh, tired. How's things, you talked to mom yet?" I reply.
He shifts uncomfortably, "uh, I don't know. Haven't talked with her since." He replies as the bell rings.
"Meet me here at break?"
"As always, Gee." He says and walks towards History, I go upstairs to Math and sink into my seat.
I put my earbuds back in and Misfits comes on.
I ignore everybody for the next 50 minutes.
I feel a sharp tap on my shoulder, I open my eyes and see James.
Fuck James.
I pull my left earbud out and say,
"What?!" Probably harsher than I should've.
"Move, faggot." He spits, clearly trying to intimidate me.
I laugh, feeling slightly nervous now.
"What's the magic word, James?" I ask, sassily.
"M-O-V-E" he growls, getting more pissed off with every letter he says.
"Well, I really don't think it-" before I can finish my sentence he connects his fist with my jaw.
"Ah, fuck!" I shout.
I look up and I see James smirking to himself, the students staring and my teacher glaring holes into my head.
"Way! Outside. Now!" My teacher shouts at me.
I glare at James and knee him in the balls before walking out of my class, making sure to slam the door behind me.
"Why the fuck does everybody hate me?" I ask myself as I slide down the wall at the end of the math corridor.
"I don't." I hear someone say.
I look up and see a boy with black and red hair, he's quite small. He's wearing a Smashing Pumpkins hoodie too.
"You don't even know me." I say, chuckling lightly.
"I'm Frank, Frank Iero." He says sticking his hand out.
I reach up and shake it, "Gerard Way." I reply, smiling at him.
He returns the smile softly before sitting down beside me,
"What's up, Gee? Is it okay if I call you Gee?"
I laugh before replying,
"I fucking hate everybody, almost everybody. It's always faggot, emo, freak, virgin, slut. Everyday. And yes, Frankie, you can call me 'Gee.'"
He smirks and then winks slyly.
I blush and use my hands to cover my face.
"Hey, don't cover such a pretty sight." He says before taking my hands off of my face, softly.
I blush even more.
He gives me a cheesy grin and I laugh.
"Wanna go somewhere?" He asks.
"Where?" I question.
"Hah, I don't even know. Somewhere fun!" He says, exuberance radiating off of him.
"Sure, Franklin. Take me to this place." I say.
He stands up and offered me a hand up, I take it.
I jump up and land a few centimetres away from his face,
man is he pretty.
He looks into my eyes and I look into his.
"THIS SCHOOL IS A GENUINE PEICE OF SHIT!" I hear from behind us.
It's Mikey.
"Mikes! What's up?" I run over to him, forgetting about Frank for a second.
"EVERYBODY IN THIS SCHOOL IS FUCKING RETARDED I SWEAR TO FUCK!" He shouts.
"Mikey!" I shout, snapping him out of it.
"Sorry... I could fucking kill someone right now." He seethes
"I know Mikey, please, calm down." I say, hugging him.
"Okay, let go, Gee." He laughs, awkwardly.
"Sorry."
"It's okay." He reassures me.
"Michael get back in here!" The teacher practically screams.
"Lol, k. Bye Geeerard! Bye Geeeeerard's fren!" He says before skipping into class.
"Oof, okay." I say before turning around.
"Gee, who was that?" He laughs.
"My brother, Mikey." I say, joining in with him.
"That was so fucking funny!" He laughs louder that I thought was possible.
"Okay, Frankie. Let's goooooo!" I say, without thinking I take his hand and walk down the corridor.
Today wasn't as bad as I thought it was gonna be...
We walk outside and decide to go to the woods.
I realise we are still holding hands and I blush.
I am straight?
Right?
Yeah, definitely.
"Do you smoke, Gee?" He asks.
I snap my head up.
"Huh?" I ask, not sure if I heard him correctly.
"Do you put nicotine sticks inside of your mouth?" He asks, pronouncing every word as slowly as he could.
"Yes, Franklin." I reply.
I let go of his hand and sit on a low down tree branch.
I look back at him, he looks slightly upset but quickly wipes the expression off of his face when he pulls out his cigarette and puts it in his mouth whilst he looks for his lighter.
He looks hot like that...
Frank finally found his lighter and started to light his cigarette.
"Why haven't I seen you before, Frank?" I ask, realising that I, in fact, have never seen him before
"Oh, right. I'm new. I moved into Belleville last week." He says.
"Oh, do you like it here so far?"
"Hah! Nope. Not one bit, the majority of people here are assholes, Gee." He says in response, laughing at my question.
"True." I agree.
He offers me half of a cigarette, I happily take it between my teeth.
I take a couple draws and then stub it out. He brings his phone out and puts music on, I instantly realise that it's Misfits.
"You like 'em?" Frank asks, gesturing toward his phone.
"Love 'em." I state.
I sits it on a nearby branch before sitting beside me on the branch.
"So, Gee. What's your story."
Jeez, this is gonna take a while...
"Well-"
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You're worth it! You're important! I love you all!
Petekey or Rikey, guys?
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Much excite,
Corrie :3
1070 words, guys.