(Mikey) "Why Ray!?" I ask and squirm as he pulls me along to Gerard and Frank by my wrist. "I didn't mean it! I'm too shy to do this, please Ray." I whine more as he stops in front of Gerard and Frank, looking suspicious. "Ask him." Ray nudges me, still gripping onto my wrist, no room for me to run.
"No, Ray please!"
"Do you like Mikey? As in...have feelings for him." Ray says bluntly. Frank blushes and stares at the floor, hissing words.
"No...I h-hate him."
"Told you!" I mutter and finally snatch my arm away, storming off I feel my eyes beginning to sting again, only his arms wouldn't make it stop this time. His kiss wouldn't make me smile, this time. I hear arguing and I stop, removing my glasses and awkwardly wiping my eyes with the back of my hand. I'm almost knocked over as someone pulls me into their chest, the smell perfect, the person short...with black hair, a lip ring and a nose ring, Frank.
He smiles and then closes any space between us and moves his lips with mine.
Shortly after I pull away, accounting for the stares and deciding we need to talk.
"My house, after school. See you then." I breathe out and walk away as the deafening bell signals the start of lesson.

Don't freak out!
Why am I panicking?
Frank's coming over to see me...
Not Gerard.
I look messy, old t-shirt, dirty pants, chewed up converse.
I sigh and slip the t-shirt over my head and put on an iron maiden one.
Then my new red skinny jeans and I settle for just my socks.
Ready, I strum away on my bass waiting for Frank.
"Lover boys here!" Gerard laughs and runs down the stairs as there's a knock at the door.
"Who is it!?" I hear my moms distant voice.
"Frank!" Gerard shouts back and then he's stood in front of me, smiling.
"You kissed me." I state. He frowns and sits on the bed next to me as I place my bass in the corner.
"Yes, It shouldn't have happened, I just did it. Then I got mad with myself, I had to convince you I hated you, I felt so stupid."
"But why..."
"I just...I don't know, it made sense." He sighs. "Then Ray said you liked me."
"Because I do." I whisper and look down blushing. Frank lifts my head to face him and strokes my hair back, it still flops down again and makes him laugh.
He moves his lips in sync with mine, then pulls back, smiling crookedly.
"My moms outside in the car, I'm going away."
"Why!?"
"Just for tonight and I'll be back late tomorrow. I'll see you at school the day after tomorrow then and if it's not too late I'll come round when I get back." He pauses. "Smile beautiful." He winks, kisses me then he's gone.

"Gorilla." Ray stifles a laugh as the same jock from the other day strides over looking angry.
I go to speak but his fist cuts me off as it smashes into my face.
"You're disgusting!" He roars and punches harder and faster, Ray's eyes are wide.
"G-get Ge-Gera-Gerard." I manage out, he nods and scrambles off.
"You're sick! Kissing another boy." He hisses and kicks me in the stomach.
His hands lift me from the ground, my feet dangling and he slams my head into a wall.
I let out a groan and he smirks then does it again.
A crowd has gathered, cheering him on.
Not a teacher in sight.
They all call me a faggot and emo.
The jocks fist digs into my stomach and again as I groan, he smirks more and punches harder and harder, more force with every punch.
Another jock appears and joins in, laughing as his scrunched up hand hits my face.
Surprisingly only then did I feel the cool red liquid running from my nose and my lip began to sting.
Two bruises already, why more?
"How wrong can you get? Being a faggot is enough but actually making out with a guy!?" He hisses to me, his tone of voice oozing with disgust.
No sign of Gerard, no hope of him turning up.
I black out.

"My poor baby! Look at him. That school." I awake to my moms panicking voice, my head is cold and wet. "Oh! Sweet darling, you're awake, here, hold the flannel to your head." She replaces her hand with mine and scurries of downstairs, returning with coffee and soup.
Gee is sat at the end of my bed, looking at me, wide eyes, not able to speak. Trying to find the words I guess.
"You look awful!" He finally speaks.
"Thanks..." I roll my eyes and wince at the pain in my head.
"You came out better than the jock..."
"How!?" I scoff.
"Well the jocks in hospital..."
"Gerard's been excluded, though God knows he doesn't deserve that!" My mom speaks in a shrill tone.
"What happened?" I shoot up and then regret it immediately as the room begins to spin, my mom pushes me down.
"A jock started beating you up, a massive crowd watched, another jock joined in, Ray found me, I went, beat the shit out of him."
"Language Gerard!" Mom glares at him.
"Sorry. Then I took you to the nurses office, she rang the hospital, you've been out about four hours Mikes, they bandaged you up, gave Mom instructions then you came home and woke up."
"Where's Dad?"
"At the school, arguing for you and Gerard." Mom smiles and presses another flannel on my head.
"Will I be good for school tomorrow?"
Mom bites her lip, unsure. "I want to go Mom."
"Yes then, but I don't think you should, maybe you should stay home for the next few days. Till Friday."
"That's two days Mom! I have tests going on in English, I can't."
"Very well then. Eat your soup." Then she gets up and goes downstairs.
"Don't go!"
"Why Gee?"
"I wont be there to protect you! Frank wont either and Ray." He laughs. "He's great but, he wouldn't stand a chance in a fight against a jock."
"Did he hurt you?"
"No. I was so angry...You were out cold on the floor! I thought you'd stopped breathing or something."
"Oh Gerard!" I cry out and fling my arms open, he scoots forward and holds me in his arms.
"Franks going to go ballistic, now you're together."
"We're not."
"Yes you are!"
"We're not. He didn't ask me, I didn't ask him."
"Why you moron!? You do know he likes you? He told me and Ray before you kissed yesterday."
"I know he does, but neither of us asked the other so..." I shrug.
"Ask him you nerd!"
"Hey! You're a thick shit! I'm happy with nerd."
"Piss off. You can do fuck all in art."
"So? That's one subject you're top in."
"Music."
"Two then, care to share others."
"Drama."
"Drama, Art, Music. Makings of a genius." I laugh.