Billie’s P.O.V.
“Gerard, what’s wrong?” I ask. By the sound of his cry, he’s really been hurt.
“I-I-I c-can’t go back,” Gerard sobs. He looks me in the eyes, his hazel ones red and swollen. “Billie, please-please d-don’t make me g-go!”
“What happened?” Frank questions. He strokes Gerard’s hair lightly, gently smoothing out the tangles.
“E-Everybody hates me,” Gerard responds. He turns to me again and pleads, “Billie, p-p-please let me change schools! I-I swear I’ll be really good! I just can’t go back there.”
“Whatever you want,” I agree, patting his leg. I drive home, and by the time we get there, Gerard is calmed down enough to tell us what happened.
Gerard digs through his backpack, pulling out crumpled pieces of notebook paper. He smooths them out on his leg before handing them to Frank, Tre and I. “I found these in my locker.”
One catches my eye that reads, “Go to Hell fag”. “Gerard, these are awful.”
Gerard starts to tear up, and Tre grabs his knee, gripping it and assuring,
“It’s okay. They’re just shallow people being mean.”
Gerard nods, biting his lip to quiet his crying. I shake my head- I just feel so sorry for the kid! Both he and Frank can’t seem to catch a break.
That night, I tell Gerard, “I switched you to the other school we talked about. I think it’ll go well, the kids that go there are supposed to be extremely polite.”
Gerard nods and sulks to bed, his heels dragging against the floor.
Frank’s P.O.V.
Gerard plops himself down on the bed, pulling off his shirt and pajama bottoms, leaving him in his red American Apparel boxer briefs. I run a finger down the white racing stripe and nibble on his earlobe playfully, whispering,
“Gerard? Has anyone ever told you about your nice body?”
Gerard rolls over, grumbling, “I’m not in the mood, Frankie.”
I pout, and grab his shoulder and roll him back over. I bring my tongue around his collarbone, grazing his thigh with my fingertips as I do so. Gerard moans a little, but still pushes me away, dismissing,
“Not now. I feel like shit.”
I kneel above him, placing my hands on my hips. “Well that’s strange, because you look like a million dollars.”
Gerard finally cracks a grin and leans forward to kiss me on my navel. He lies back down, patting his chest welcomingly.
I spring myself onto it, sucking around his nipple and finally taking it in my mouth. I softly bite it, and Gerard moans aloud. I smile as I slide my way down his stomach, bringing my tongue across his torso as I do so. He chuckles coyly and kicks off his underwear, allowing them to fly across the room.
I tease him by licking the head, and then leaving it alone. I line up my hips with his, and ask,
“Are you ready?”
Gerard nods, his eyes screwed shut.
I nod as I slowly enter, being greeted by the warmth. Gerard cries out, and his screams get louder and louder as I go in and out. He eventually comes, and I grab his dick, thrusting it to help him get the best orgasm and grinding my hips to try to climax myself. I reach it, and I whisper out Gerard’s name as my stomach buckles inwards.
Gerard reaches around, grabbing my forearm and yanking me on top of him. He hugs me tightly, and whispers,
“Thank you so much Frankie. You have no idea how badly I needed this.”
I kiss him on the cheek, answering, “That’s what boyfriends are for.”
The next day at school is kind of weird without Gerard around. I spend the entire day wondering how he’s doing over there, and I find myself writing his name in swoopy letters in my notebook.
At lunch I call him, praying to God that he’s doing well.
“Frankie! Hey!”
“Hi, how is everything?” I question.
Gerard scoffs. “Amazing. I met this really cool girl called Lindsey!”
My stomach tightens. “Lindsey?”
“Yeah. She’s great, pretty funny, cute. I like her a lot,” Gerard responds.
By now hands are shaking with anger and jealousy, so I form fists and bite my tongue, reminding myself that he’s doing alright and that’s all that matters. “I’m pleased for you.”
“Okay mom,” Gerard chuckles. “Oh, I gotta go now. Bye, Franks.”
“Bye.”
Gerard’s P.O.V.
As soon as Frank is in the same room as me that day, he begins,
“So, Lindsey.”
“Yeah, she’s really nice to me,” I reply.
Frank narrows his eyes and mutters, “I wonder why.”
“What?” I ask, cocking my head involuntarily.
“What? She likes you, Gerard!” Frank fumes.
“Woah Frank, I think you’ve got the wrong idea,” I laugh.
“It’s not funny, Gerard! I saw you and her on Instagram, her kissing your cheek!” Frank accuses .
“Hey! She posted that, and she kissed me. We’re just friends!” I insist.
“I can’t believe it. She just wants to get in your pants, Gerard!”
“So all I am to her is a cock?” I challenge. I start to cry as I continue, “Cause God knows no one would like me because I’m smart, or funny, or artistic or anything. She just wants me for my dick, and why wouldn’t she?!”
Frank’s quiet, and finally whispers, “You know I didn’t mean it like that.”
“Well that’s how it came out,” I retort. I shove past Frank, who reaches for my arm. I shake free of his grip, storming past Billie, who looks at me nervously, and into our room, locking the door.

Notes

thanks so much for reading! I know, smut and a fight all in one chapter. Please comment!