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Give me a reason to believe

If you're gonna be the death of me that's how I wanna go (Panic! At The Disco)

Franks P.O.V

"Get out of here you emo faggot!" He screamed at me with his other new 'Friends'. 'He' being Gerard. Gerard, my old 'Bestest friend' from kindergarden up until elementary school. Ever since we've moved on to middle school, he's began to bully and harass me everyday. This wasn't him; the old Gerard I knew. He would hold my hand, call me Frankie, and he would still say 'I love you'. Not now. The closest thing to that is 'I hate you'. Still eight letters, only three changed, but those three letters have ruined me.

I was still friends with Mikey, Gerards little brother, even since kindergarden. We've become much closer friends since then though. I can never go to his house to hang out unless Gerard and his douche bag friends go somewhere else. Then reality hit me in the face. I then noticed that it wasn't reality, it was Gerards fist. He hit me square in the face, causing me to fall to the ground. I curled up into a ball as he laughs at me for being 'Weak' then runs off with his asshole friends elsewhere.

When I was sure that he was gone, I sat up and looked down at my nose. It was brusing already. But my nose wasn't the only thing that hurt; the area around my eye felt like it was on fire. In a hazy view, I could see someone running in my direction. It was Mikey. He looked flushed and was beginning to freak out.

"Frank! What happened?!? Who did this to you?!?!" He questioned.
"It's nothing. Really, don't worry about it." I said, hoping that he would believe me. But he didn't. He actually questioned me until I spilled the beans; which I did.

"Oh! Sorry he can be a sorta a douche...." he said, feeling bad about his brothers actions.
"No, really. It's nothing. Dont worry about it." I said, giving him a hug to confirm that I was okay. I picked up my backpack and Mikey decided to walk me home (He was scared that Gerard would pop out of nowhere and beat me again). We made it to my front porch where we said our goodbyes and had one last final hug.

"WHAT THE FUCK ARE YOU TWO DOING?!" Someone screamed.




Notes

Hey! Here we go, ENTER MIDDLE SCHOOL! Get ready for a vortex of madness!
Thanks again for the subscriptions, ratings and comments! :D

Kudos,
~Sgt. Bubbles & Panty Poison


Comments

please update agian soon

I really love this story and for a little bit i shipped ivory and frank like 'godamn' the only thing though....is that gerards a dick....but its apart of the conflict soo GOOD JOB OTHERWISE LOVE EVERYTHING ELSE!!!

leatheroullete leatheroullete
1/22/15

Yea.... @wewillrockyou

panty poison panty poison
1/18/15

Poor kit kit

i hope you get better just so you know we'll always be here for support if you need someone to talk to am here ps.i love this fic it's awesome :)

we will rock you we will rock you
12/27/14