Frank’s P.O.V.
On the entire ride to school, Gerard I cannot stop smiling at each other like idiots. It’s just that it’s been so long, and hey, we deserve to be excited about being around each other all day. Hopefully, hanging out with five highs schoolers will elevate my status and protect me from being bullied. Gerard said that Matt is picked on though, so it might actually discredit me a bit for hanging out with him. But who cares? I get to hang out with Gerard and his friends!
When I get to the school, I go to the high school section instead since we’re so early. That means I have enough time to meet everybody.
Unfortunately, I don’t meet them all, because Gerard can only find Matt.
“Pleasure,” Matt greets, shaking my hand.
I smile as amiably as I can. He seems like a nice kid. He’s super cute. Wait, is that why Gerard likes him so much!? No, stop it Frank! You’re just being paranoid. Calm down, do deep breaths.
Matt grins at me. “Are you tired?”
I chuckle, realizing that he heard my deep breathing. “No, just nervous.”
“It’s alright, most people here are good,” Matt informs.
“Well… who isn’t?” I ask.
Matt looks side to side anxiously, and then motions for us to come closer. Then he whispers, “Well, you know. Kids like Adrian, Cory and Evan. They’re the ones who pick on me most.”
“What do they do to you?” Gerard asks.
“Just name calling and…. You know… wedgies…. Elementary stuff, really,” Matt replies.
I cringe at the word wedgie, remembering the time I was wearing the really pretty lace panties and they got torn.
At that exact moment, Matt is shoved into Gerard, almost brining the two to the ground. Somehow, he miraculously gains his balance, and turns around to face his attackers.
“Hey Evan, Cory, Adrian,” Matt says nervously.
One of the boys, one with a scary looking buzz cut, twirls one of Matt’s strands of hair. “You know, fuckface. Just because you say hi to us doesn’t mean we won’t beat your wimpy ass.”
“I- I know,” Matt stammers. The buzz cut boy grins before punching Matt in the stomach. Matt doubles over with pain, and the boy places a hand on his shoulder, asking,
“And who are these two lovely ladies, Matthew?”
“They’re…. they’re names are Gerard and Frank.”
“Hmm…” the boy considers. “Nope! I think I’ll call them midget and cum guzzler.”
The boys all laugh, and I feel my hands curl into fists.
“Are you two okay with that?” he asks smugly.
I step forward, pressing out my chest to look bigger. “No, I’m not.”
The boy scoffs. He leans in close and says, “You’re letting your Doberman mouth overrun that puppy dog ass.”
I shove him, and he chuckles before tackling me, sending us both to the floor. He begins hitting me, and I struggle to get him off without hurting him, but I don’t know how. He punches me in the cheek, and gets up, kicking me in the side before leaving with his friends.
“Frankie! Are you okay?” Gerard asks.
Both Matt and Gerard help me up. Matt brushes off my shirt and Gerard neatens my hair.
“I’m fine,” I growl. “He better not fuck with me again.”
Matt looks confused. “But Frank he… he kicked your ass, sorry.”
“Frank was holding back,” Gerard explains.
“Oh,” Matt mutters. “Why?”
“Long story,” I sigh.
At the end of the day, Matt, Gerard and I all hang out on the front steps. We’re talking about music and stuff, mainly the Misfits, when all of the sudden, Matt leans forwards and kisses Gerard on his lips.
Gerard’s hazel eyes widen as he’s kissed, but he doesn’t pull away.
I grab the collar of Matt’s shirt and yank him away, demanding, “What the fuck!?”
“I’m gay!” Matt shouts.
“So? I am too!” I retort.
“What does that have to do with anything?” Matt shoots back.
I shove Matt, and he tells me, “I don’t want to fight. But I love Gerard.”
I punch him in the stomach, and he doubles over. I take the opportunity to tackle him to the ground, pulling his shirt over his head and punching him in his bare gut. He wrestles free and headbutts me in the stomach, then getting me into a headlock on the ground.
I struggle to not only break free but also to breathe. He loosens his grip when he sees I can’t breathe the best, and I take the opportunity to reach around and punch him in the crotch. He curls into a fetal position, and I stand, kicking him in the sides.
“Stop it!” I hear Gerard cry.
I glance over to see Gerard, crumpled to his knees, bawling. He’s digging his nails into his scalp and begging me to stop.
I reach out for his hand, but he bats it away. I look down at Matt, who is trying to get onto his feet. I realize what I’ve done and help him up, brushing off the back of his shirt.
“I’m so sorry, man,” I apologize. “Are you okay?”
Matt nods, wiping his mouth. “I’m fine. Was the crotch shot really necessary though?”
I laugh.
“Why are you so protective of your brother?” Matt questions. “I promise I’ll treat him right.”
I blink. “B-brother? Who’s my brother?”
Now it’s Matt’s turn to look confused. “Gerard told me you two were brothers.”
“Oh,” I reply. I pat Matt on the back, dismissing, “Take care of yourself, alright?”
“I will,” Matt responds.
When I turn around, Gerard is gone. Ugh, his ass is grass.
Gerard’s P.O.V.
I’m calmed down by the time Frank storms through the door. He slams it behind him and places his hands on his hips, snapping,
“Why the fuck did you tell Matt we’re brothers?”
I decide to try to play innocent; maybe I’ll get away with it then. “What?”
“Gerard, you fucking told him all we are is brothers! I don’t know if you’ve noticed, but we’re way more than that!” Frank barks.
“I’m sorry! It just came out!” I respond.
“Dammit Gerard! Why? Are… are you ashamed of me? Is that it?” Frank demands.
“Frank, you know that’s not true!” I shout.
“Gerard, you’re an attractive guy. When you pretend to be single, you put a giant “Nail me!” sign on your forehead,” Frank snarls.
“I’m sorry! I didn’t know Matt liked me, I swear!” I insist.
“That’s fine, but you didn’t exactly pull out of that kiss,” Frank accuses.
I stare at the ground. “I didn’t want to hurt Matt’s feelings.”
“What about MY feelings, Gerard?!” Frank cries.
I keep my gaze on the ground, slowly gathering the courage to look up.
Frank, in tears, scoffs, then slamming the door behind him. I hear the door to the living room slam as well. Even in my distress, I can tell where he’s going.
Frank’s P.O.V.
I’ve got to eat, I’ve got to. Not because I’m hungry, but merely as an energy release. I’m so pissed off right now; I just need to let it out. I take off my shirt and undo my binding, unfolding my wings to their max width. I take off, flying low over the city in search of possible prey. I swoop down onto a person I see on the bridge, snapping their neck immediately as I land on their back. I devour them eagerly, then dumping the body beneath the bridge, into the river. I fly home, cooling off as I reach my room’s window. I scratch at it, and Gerard, dressed only in striped black and white boxer briefs, answers, opening the window.
“Can I come in?” I ask. I wipe some of the blood off of my face, smearing it across my jaw and onto my arm.
“You can come in,” Gerard says softly. He goes back to the bed, and I crawl through the window and in next to him.
“Frank, I’m sorry I didn’t tell Matt the truth,” Gerard apologizes.
“I’m sorry for flipping out,” I respond sheepishly. “I feel a lot better now.”
“I’m glad,” Gerard whispers. He rolls over, kissing me on the mouth, causing some of the blood to rub off onto his face.
I grin at him and graze my still sharpened teeth lightly against his chest, causing his eyes to flutter. He smiles and says,
“Goodnight, Frankie. I love you.”
I yawn and slide onto my stomach, responding, “I love you too, Gerard.”

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