You're Never Gonna Fit In Much

"FUCK OFF!"
What was that?!?
"What the fuck was that?" Bob asked from beside me as he took another drag from his cigarette. His toned laced with worry.
"I don't know." It came from around the corner and at this point Mikey is staring at me wide-eyed. "What?" I asked curiously.
"We need to help him." He said that as if the person around the corner was obviously in danger.
"Well he didn't ask for help, okay?" I said matter-a-factly.
" I don't care what he asked for." Ray said hopping to his feet and smushing the remains of his cigarette between the soles of his shoes and the pavement.
"You coming, Bob?" Mikey patted the dirt from his jeans.
"You know it." Bob did the same as Ray had.
"Gee?" Mikey turned to me.
" Why the fuck not? It's been a while since I've gotten into a fight."
Ray chuckled, "I saved your ass last time."
"True said." I agree.
We all round the corner and see a teen in a tight black outfit with a small chain hanging from his back pocket. Aside from the chain, we are totally twinning.
"You better watch watch your mouth, faggot." It's Jason. Not the worst kid in school, but he intimidates people enough to get a pocket full off cash by the end of lunch.
" No thanks. I've seen it before." The kid puts a hand in his picket. When his change comes back into sight it holds two black gloves. He quickly pulls them on to reveal they don't cover the fingers completely and that they have wife stripes or some shut.
"Give me that iced clock." Jason demands " or leave here bloody." Not one of his best lines, but he got the the point across.
"This?" The hobbit-sized boy tugs the chain in his back pocket totalling out an old fashioned clock. Diamonds scattering the back and edges. It must be worth a fortune. "Not gonna happen."
I realized that we've all just been watching the whole thing unravel. I begin to walk over, but Bob holds his hand out to stop me.
"What?"
"This kid can handle himself." Ray states. Bob nods.
" Sure he can handle himself, but do you really think he can handle someone his size can handle someone like Jason?"
"Yep." Bob says popping the "p".
"I don't , so we should stick around, yeah?" Everyone nods, but Mikey.
"Is that Evan?" He says pointing to a guy with a cigarette dangling from his lips who's stalking towards the hobbit.
"Whose Evan?" I ask. Mikey tells me about every thing and I've never heard of this guy.
"No one. Evan died his hair blue remember?" Ray looks to Mikey.
" Oh yeah."
I'll bombard them with questions later.

The guy stands by the hobbit boy. His skin is Sun-kissed and like the hobbit, he wears all black.
"You okay, Frankie?"
"Oh, Pete! Long time, no talk!" "Frankie" turns to "Pete" and squeezes him in a huge hug. When the hobbit pulls away Pete ruffles his hair. "Hands off the hair, man!" Frankie pats into place.
"Sorry, Frank. Nice gloves by the way. The skeleton thing is cool." Oh, the white lines along the gloves are bones.
"Thanks, but I'm busy right now and I don't want you to wait, so would you call Brandon or Ryan to pick you up?"
Jason is cracking his knuckles trying to scare the short, but toned hobbit boy.
"Not leaving you here with this freak." Pete gestures to Jason.
"C'mon Petey be nice," He puffs his lower lip out and I find myself wanting to bite it "remember when we were the freaks back in New York?"
" Yeah I do." He mumbles a sorry.
"W-whatever. Just give me the damn clock!" Jason says impatient.
" Like I said. Not gonna happen. If you want to fight, let's fight, but I got practice soon." He looks at the time on the diamond crusted clock. " shit" he hisses. " Pete can you tell the guys to start jamming without me? I make it quick, but I'll still be a little late."
"Sure thing jelly bean."
Franks scoffs, " That barely rhymes."
"You love it." Pete starts to leave. "Im sorry I didn't catch your name." He looks quizzical at Jason. Turning to face him in the long pause.
"Jason. You're it getting my last name."
"Jason's enough to go by and if enough people know what you go by you're just as easy to find." The way he said that gave me goosebumps. Maybe I should change my name and move to Canada. "Hey, Frankie?"
"Yeah?"
" I know some people very willing to exterminate this pest. You could still be on time."
"Nah, he said the "F" word."
"Fuck? No offense or anything, but you are exactly straight edge."
"No, idiot. Faggot."
"He had the guts to say that to you?" Pete stresses the words he and you.
"You had to be there."
Pete shrugs." Patrick gave me back my car, so I'll just warm it up."
"Nah, I can hoof it."
"The last time you said that I found you high on my couch." They chuckled.
"Goodtimes." Frank muttered.
"Anyways, see you in a bit, Frankie."
"Likewise, Wentz."
With that Frank stuffed the clock back in his pocket and turned to an uncomfortable looking Jason. He then started whipping Jason's ass. "I hate that word. Faggot." He elbowed Jason in the stomach and he doubled over. Putting him in the perfect position for Frank to knee him in the nose."It's not a very clever insult. The word itself isn't what losses me off. It's the lack of thought." He continued to damage Jason's body. About two minutes in, I thought he'd beaten him to death or at least to a black out.
I couldn't just watch. Sure, I beat up bullies, but Jason was bloody and limp. As much as I hate Jason for picking on Mikey, I don't want to witness his death. I stroll the few yards to the "fight" pushing Bob aside. He obviously gave no resistence or I wouldn't be able to do that.
"Hey, kid!" I called to Frank. He looked up at me.
"Why'd you die your hair like that?" Did he forget that he was beating the shot out of a kid?
"i felt like it when I was in the store."
"Oh." He wondered at my hair, his mouth slightly agape. He looked so innocent to me, though I know he isn't innocent at all. I can't stop staring at his lips, but I can get straight to the point.
"Don't get me wrong, I hate this kid. He messes with people and I beat him up all the time. Well not literally -you know what I mean. I try to take care of the bullies here in Bellville, but I can't let you kill him. We have enough dead bodies found daily and a packed cemetery."
Frank nods and walks closer to me, stepping over Jason's damaged body then sticks his hand out."Frank Iero. Didn't know there was a vigilante in town or I would gone straight to you." He crosses his middle and index fingers on his free hand and holds it intentionally in my sight. "Promise." He giggles and I shake his hand but hold onto it. I can't help but smile at his cute laugh and less how his happiness reaches eyes.
"Gerard?!" Mikey calls.
"What!?" I yell back towards the guys.
"We gotta go!" Mikey replies.
i turn my attention back to Frank and realize we're still shaking hands. He rocks on his heels, eyes downcast. Even with his hair in his face I can tell his cheeks are getting redder and redder. My own cheeks start to burn.
"S-sorry" I pull back my hand "I'm Gerard. Gerard Way."
"Nice to meet you Gerard Gerard Way." He looks up and smirks, his cheeks barely pink now. "I go o the local highschool so I assume I'll be seeing more of you." His statement sounded more like a question.
"Gerard! Hurry you ass up! My mom's naggin' " Ray called.
"Definetly" I ran to catch up to my irritated friends.

Notes

Sorry if the editing is bad. I'm doing this on my Kindle Fire. I'm not sure which band Frank's gonna be in yet, so if you have suggestions plz comment them or message me.
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