"Fairy Frankie, Fairy Frankie!" He mocked. I drop my head forward to cover my eyes with my hair in an attempt to subtly hide the tears which had begun to spill over my eyes and down my porcelain skin. "Oh, what, is the fairy going to cry?" I guess that I wasn't so subtle... "Oooh my God, you really are going to cry aren't you!?" He laughed in his beautiful low voice. Boy did I love his voice! "God Franks, you're such a baby!" He laughed again and, even though normally his laugh makes me smile, that was what it took to push me into a fit of tears. His laughter increased, as did my tears. I was now full on sobbing, convulsing in my body's attempt to keep in the pain that pricked in my heart. "Stop crying now, Franks. C'mon, seriously. It's not funny anymore, it's just pathetic." But the tears didn't stop, his harsh words just made my tears increase. "I SAID FUCKING STOP!!" he screams at me before he drags me to my feet by my hair. "Frankie," he hisses. "Stop crying right fucking now," he spits out before pulling on my hair again. I force my self to stop crying so violently but tears are still rolling down my cheeks.

"Frankie," he whispers, unclenching the fist in my hair and sliding it to the back of my neck. "Look at me, Franks, please," he grabs my cheek with his other hand and lifts my face so that our eyes meet, wiping away the tears on the left side of my face in the process. "Frankie, I didn't mean any of what I just said," he looks deep into my eyes as he speaks, soothing me and stopping the few tears which had continued to fall.

"I never mean it when I say those mean things, sugar, never. I just say them because..." he glances down and swallows before looking back into my eyes. Meeting my lonely gaze with his beautiful hazel eyes. "Frankie, I lo..."

*knock knock knock*
"Frank, get up our you'll be late for school. I'm leaving in 20 minutes and if you aren't ready by the time I leave then you can just fucking walk!" My mum screams through my door. Really? Again? She wakes me up before he can say he loves me yet again? What the fuck? Is she psychic? I sit up and immediately wince at the pain in my hip. I look down and, shit, I have bled everywhere because, being as stupid as I am, I forgot to put dressing on my cuts. Fuck!
I don't have time to change the bedding so I just grab some underwear, a white button down shirt, socks, a green and white tie, black skinny jeans and a green blazer- AKA my disgusting uniform- and rush into the bathroom aware that I have about 15 minutes to shower and get dressed, challenge accepted! I turn the shower on, waiting for the water to heat up, and search through the medicine cabinet in search of dressing.

When I finally find the dressing the water has heated and I strip, in record time, before hopping into the shower and washing my whole body hastily with coconut body wash, except for my marred hip which I take my time soothing as best I can whilst washing it, causing a massive stingy pain to shoot through my whole body. I quickly rinse off, deciding against shampooing because seriously I have like five minutes to get in the car.

I towel-dry myself and put on the dressing before my clothes, struggling somewhat with my tight skinny jeans. I run my fingers through my still-wet hair, lacking the time to style it properly.
I literally sprint to my room, grabbing my phone, eyeliner and putting on my worn out black Toms. I grab my blink bag, which I had ingeniously packed last night, and run down stairs to hear my mum pulling away. Great. Not even a one minute warning or anything, she just leaves. Fuck. My. Life. Well I'm going to be late anyway so I may as well make sure that I don't look like shit, right? Whatever, I may have a lack of priorities but atleast I'm good at doing eyeliner so screw you guys.

I go to the bathroom and apply eyeliner to my water line, my eyes are practically popping out of my head, the eyeliner has worked it's magic! I go to my room and straighten my hair in a way that the layers stand out.

Holy shit. I don't actually look repulsive today. How the fuck? Well I'm not complaining. Okay, time to get to school I guess... Yey.

I lock the door and start the twenty-five minute walk to school. I pull out my phone to check the time. It's 8:15; school starts at 8:30 so I'll be atleast ten minutes late... Yey. I see that I have no texts, big shock, but I do have a Facebook inbox. I click on it to see that it's from him. What. The. Fuck. Why is such a perfect specimen messaging me? I then realise that I am smiling like a mad-man and actually squealing so I calm myself down from my fangirling and open the message.

'Heey, I see that you changed your profile picture. Wow...'

I pause reading to fangirl again, not only did he notice that I changed my profile picture but he also said wow! Omfg,I could literally die happy. Like seriously, if I died right now I would be dying a happy sixteen year old boy.

I calm myself down again to continue reading.

'...you look even faggier in this one than you did in your last one! Quite the feat! Only one that Fairy Frankie could accomplish! Lol. See you in school, fag! (;'

Right... What was I even thinking, of course it wasn't going to be a compliment. He is the perfect and popular beauty and I'm just a nasty midget emo fag. I'm such an idiot. I suppress my tears, put my phone away and continue toward the shit stain school which I attend.

Today is going to suck.

Notes

Hey guys, first Frerard fic so yeah.
This is just a prologue and an insight into Frank's mind.
Obviously things will start to get much more interesting soon.
Okay, yeah, bye guys..
Charley <3

Had to fix typos...
That's what I get for typing on my phone, I guess.
Auto-correct is such a prick! ;-;
Anyway, Bye again! :3
Charley <3