In The Name of Jesus

Frank's eyes are still swollen from his previous night's partying. He doesn't remember much, but he remembers how good he felt, which was usual after Frank got stoned. He just hopes he used protection, he was not fucking ready for a kid thank you very much. To set his mind to ease he checked his wallet and was more than relieved to see the space where he kept his condom was now vacant and he made a mental note to put another one in there when he got home. As he got out of his mom's tan 2000 Camry he squints his sore, light sensitive eyes and tries to shade them so he doesn't get a worse migraine than he is already experiencing. He also makes a mental note not to let Dewees and Otter convince him to go out partying on the day before a huge mass.

His Mom sits in the front with her church friends who are more than likely gossiping about the poor girl Paige who got pregnant with Trevor. He never understood the whole hypocrisy of church people. Thou so much holier yet thou gossip? No, that makes no since at all to Frank, but he had long stopped trying to understand. He quietly trails his way to the back of the church, sitting in the very back, hoping the sound will be more tame from the distance. Frank was just getting comfortable when he feels a second presence it next to him- sitting too close for Frank's comfort. In fact the John was sitting so close to Frank he could feel the heat from the other's body and their shoulders scraped. He looked over hoping just a simple glare would send the claustrophobic-ignorant dunce running, but when he turns his head, his eyes meet with the infamous Gerard Way, and right then he knows he is so screwed.

Gerard Way was known for being a nutcase. The guy had more than once got in trouble for drawing people dying, or for cussing out staff. Rumor had it that he was a sociopath and that he didn't have any sense for when he was making someone uncomfortable which was evident, but also that when he smarted-off or was an ass to someone, he was emotionless. Despite being the complete nut-case of the school, Gerard Way got lucky all the time. He had slept with half the entire cheerleading squad and many of the guys at the school as well. Frank had never really been too fond of him since his Freshman year when Gerard tried to fuck him at a party which Frank said thanks but no thanks, and the kid seemed really surprised. Crazy-weirdo-slut just was not Frank's type.

He cursed this shitty situation as Gerard smiled manically at him, unaware of the despair Frank was in. He was about to tell Gerard to gladly fuck off, but before he could voice his opinion the mass started and he shut his mouth and tried to at least pretend to pay attention to the more than boring service.

"The grace of our Lord Jesus Christ and the love of God and the fellowship of the Holy Spirit be with you all." Father Lopez speaks into the quiet room, his voice booming with confidence and power and by habit the mass of people chant back "and also with you" all of them except Frank and Gerard.

"Lord God almighty, creator of all life, of body and soul, we ask you to bless this water: as we use it in faith forgive our sins and save us from all illness and the power of evil. Lord, in your mercy give us living water, always springing up as a fountain of salvation: free us, body and soul, from every danger, and admit us to your presence in purity of heart.
Grant this through Christ our Lord." and like clock work, the people chant "Amen" , but again it is everyone but Frank and Way.

He feels goose bumps work up his skin and for once tries desperately to focus on the service he is usually trying to zone out. He wonders what the freak was doing at church anyway; it was the first time he had ever seen him here. Frank feels Gerard poke him and he looks over to see the nut-job jabbing his thumb to a hallway that leads to the classrooms in the church. Frank goes against his better judgment and nods following the goth kid into the hallway. He may be freaked out by the creep, but he wasn't going to let him know that.
As soon as they turn into a classroom, Way closes and locks the door, the continuing service still coming through the door faintly. He tilts his head to the side at Frank and smiled. "You didn't look too invested in the service Frank" he stated in a false questioning matter. Frank cringed at the casual use of his name by a near-stranger.

"Yeah," Frank answers vaguely, "I am an atheist so it's not exactly my thing." Trying to look bored and uninvested as he sits on the top of a graffitied desk.

"Oh darling , no one is an atheist." The slightly off tempo teen cooed. He had an annoyingly nasally voice- now that Frank thought about it, it made him want to punch the dick in his motherfucking face. He tried not to think of the fact that the insane-fuck called him darling.

"Shut the fuck up Way. I'm leaving now." Frank seethed.

"Ya know," Gerard said, shoving Frank's now standing position into one of the closer walls decorated in children's drawings, "I always thought it was sexy that you didn't just say yes to me."

"Yeah sorry, nut case isn't my type" Frank facetiousley sneers.

"Ooo feisty" Gerard grins, shoving his chest into Frank's. "For such a sharp tongue, your body sure is deceiving your words" and Frank is surprised to see Gerard is right, his heart was racing a mile a minute and his body was taking interest in the new contact.

"How about a joint aye?" Gerard offered, sounding a bit deranged. "We can't smoke up in here man, people will smell it dumbass." Frank says as if it was the most mundane topic. How did he go from freaked to casual with this cunt of a guy?

"Of course not!" Gerard interjects and with that is yanking Frank out of the room and down the hallway until they reach the fire exit that leads outside. After much coaxing Frank starts smoking with Gerard, his annoyance was still easy to detect in his system, but the new Zen was filling his body in a numbingly good way. He looked across the army of cars, squinting his eyes as the violent sun's glare bounced off the window shields. He laid back for a second, resting a lazy arm over his eyes and taking deep, rhythmic breaths. His clogged mind wandered on to the unsearched topics in his thoughts. He began to smile as nostalgic memories floated into his head. His first drum set, his first guitar, his first show. These were some among many of the best times in Frank's childhood. He was awoken from his thoughts by a persistent stabbing of Gerard. Poking him in the side relentlessly until he raised his tired head and looked at Gerard through saggy eyelids. "What?"
"Let's go back inside, come on." Gerard lent out a sturdy hand and helped Frank up back into a standing position.

As soon as they step back into the classroom,his skin is a little too small- like it always is when he is soaring like this. Gerard presses his lips on Franks gauged ears and whispers with warm and to Frank's demise, slightly moist breath, "You say your an atheist right?"

"Yeah" Frank manages to croak out. Gerard spiders his fingers down Frank's torso to his semi-hard dick and palms him a couple times before licking his lips and saying, "I'll have you calling out to God by the time you're done"

Frank shudders and asks "How's that?"

Gerard bites at Frank's jaw and says simply "No one's an atheist 30 seconds from their climax." and Franks rolls his eyes but his breath hitches a bit. He shoves Gerard off of him and goes back into the mass, sitting on the other side of the congregation, steaming. He probably looked dumb with his arms crossed, a semi going, and a pout plastered across his usually scowling face but he kept on anyway, not like he ever cared and now wasn't a good time to start.
Gerard walks out of the class room 10 minutes later with a sinister grin pasted across his devilish face. Behind the obnoxious man trailed a young girl, maybe fifteen years old. Her dress is all wrinkled up and her hair is straight fucked. Make up was smeared across her face and she had a smile playing at her lips. Frank felt sick to his stomach as Gerard walked straight to him, sitting at the seat next to him and leaning over slowly, whispering in Frank's ears.
"You think you are different, you think you are hard to get but you aren't. Oh no sweetheart you are just like everyone else, you are one of a million just like you, and you're easily replaced. " Leaving Frank's stomach twisting Gerard pranced off, and the girl sits back in the front of the mass. Things must not look all that different to the naked eye, but things were, things were very, very different.

Notes

Hiah! haha This just jumped in my head so sorry not sorry guys.