It was no mystery to anyone at school that Gerard was gay. Not that he cared much anyway; no one really spoke to him (it was reciprocated) and they couldn’t care less about him, but it was always a torture in gym when they had to play any team sports and he would be picked at last (so not really ‘picked’ after all), or how they would humiliate him in the dressing rooms just because he was pale as fuck and fat. And obviously, as idiotic as his classmates were, they obviously were there, at the theatre, for the premier of the stupid zombie flick all the stupid teenagers seemed to like.

So why was he there again? Oh, yeah. Waiting for his boyfriend, the zombie fan. Don’t get him wrong, his boyfriend was nothing like those assholes, no. Frank was fucking perfect.

1. Zombies!