You're someone you're not

Me and Mikey walked out of the house silently. The only noise being the scratch of backpack on suit jacket and the crunch of glass. Last night had been a disaster. And I didn't want to think of it.
Poor Mikey. I looked at him. I'd gotten the worst of it but he still ended up with a split lip and a gnarly bruise on his cheek when he tried to protect me. Stupid brave little Mikey.
When we got to school Christa was worried.
"Why would they hurt Mikey? Were they the same guys that beat you up last time?" She thought it was highschool kids that did this because that's what we told her.
"No I didn't recognise them. Anyways can we just drop it. I don't feel like talking about it right now," I said numbly biting into my sandwhich. I winced I think I might've chipped a tooth. Christa nodded understandingly.
Mikey hadn't spoken all day. I didn't expect him to. When things get bad for Mikey he stops talking. One time in middle school Mikey had to switch schools and he didn't for 23 days because he had to leave his friends. I suspected this would be worse.
"There's this LGBTQ rally after school today just for a few hours. If you have nothing else to do. There's rumoured to be free donuts," She said raising an eyebrow at me. I smiled despite myself. This girl is the best.
"Are you going?" I asked. She shrugged.
"I can't Pralgo gave me detention. Appearentally gum is a first degree crime around here," She said sarcastically.
"Mikey you want to go?" I wasn't sure if a needed to ask knowing he wouldn't want to go home. He nodded.
The bell rang signaling the end of lunch. Christa handed me a flyer with the information on it. I didn't even care what the cause was, as bad as it sounds, hot guys and free donuts plus the added perk of being away from my hell hole home I'm in.
After school me and Mikey trudged along silently again. The rally was near the epicenter of DC which wasn't that far from capmus but enough so that the icy bite of the october breeze started making my nose run and my fingers burn.
When we got there there was indeed donuts and coffee and blankets and hot guys. It was like all I could ever ask for. Of course we were ther for a cause so we particpated in the chanting and stuff but I could honestly care less.
"This is really great huh?" I said turning to the hot guy next to me. He smiled warmly. He had a pleasant sort of face he was wearing a rainbow short sleeved shirt. You could clearly see the muscles that stretched over his dark brown skin. Ugh biceps.
"Yeah seeing all this people here in support of our community really restores my faith in humanity," He said smiling. I smiled back but winced slightly at the strain on my face.
"May I asked what happened to you?" The man said.
"School kids. As cool as all this support is there are still homophobes in this world," I lied and sipped my bitter coffee. The man nodded and stuck out his hand.
"I'm Regan," He said.
"Gerard," I shook his hand.
"Well, Gerard, I'm sorry you have to deal with those asshole but trust me it'll get better in college everybody is way more excepting," He smiled again. I nodded.
"I hope so. How can you stand out here in the cold with only that tee shirt on?" I asked trying th keep the coversation going. Mikey had wandered off somewhere so I didn't have to worry about flirting in from of him not that I really cared all that much.
"Oh you got to jump around," Regan said jumping up and down. I laughed and sipped me coffee. He was really cute. He'd make a nice rebound if he was into my beat up face. Doubtful.
Then I remebered my father's words last night. Donna, how could you let him turn into a faggot? I shuttered.
"Gerard?" And I swear the world stopped.
"F-frank what are you doing here?" I stuttered before I even turned around. I didn't want to. God right as I was thinking of how cute some guy is Frank shows up. If only he knew about the other night. Wait why am I even thinking of this, for one he has no right to even have a say in anything I do because HE FUCKING BROKE UP WITH ME, for two why the fuck am I thinking of this right now? Shouldn't I be freaking out yelling screaming crying? In fact I feel completely calm. It must be shock or something.
I slowly turned on my heels and looked at my ex boyfriend. (If that becausee he never really asked me out he just sort of hinted at it) Frank wore large sunglasses that dwarfed his face despite the fact that there was no sun to speak of, his hair had grown a little since the last time I'd seen him curling out from under a beanie, He had on an army jacket over a plain black jumper and thick canvas pants.
But all of that couldn't hide the fact that he looked like shit. His face hung in wrinkles and dark circles that made him look freakishly old even despite his clear youth. His usual straight posture had been swapped out with a hunch that made him appear much shorter. Frank just gave off an aura of shittiness.
"I could ask you the same." Frank said pushing his hand in his pocket awkwardly, " Can I steal him for just a moment?"
It wasn't much of a question as Frank reached over and Grabbed my arm pulling me away from Regan. I excused myself and said goodbye.
"Get you hand the fuck off of me," I growled under my breath. There it is the anger. It boiled through me ignighting every vein in my body and making me feel hot even though it was nearly snowing.
"Sorry," Frank mummbled letting me go and tucking that hand into his other pocket. I followed him to a bench ad perched myself on the arm farthest away from him. I pulled a pack of cigarettes I'd boughten earlier this week out of my pocket and lit up.
"I thought you were trying to quit?" Frank spoke softly. It took me by surprise. I looked up and furrowed my eyebrows.
"Yeah well change of plans," I muttered harshely blowing out smoke.
"So how have you been?" I spit up with dry humorless laughter. I was so angry. How dare he sit there and act like he cares about how I've been. After what he did. How dare he.
"Damn Frank you've got some nerve to sit there and ask that. How 'bout I ask? Did you take up my advice and see some of those sluts that gave you their numbers? Used up that box of condoms yet?" I asked a bitter smirk lacing my lips. Frank's face contorted in hurt and sadness.
"Gerard you know it wasn't like that I didn't have a choice," Frank said with what sounded like a painful sigh pulling off his stupid sunglasses.
"I don't want to hear it Frank. In fact I don't want to hear anything from you. I don't want to even see you fucking bullshit lying face," I spat. I felt my cigarette drop into the palm of my hand. I heard the sizzle of the hot tip burning my flesh.
"Gerard stop it. Please don't. You're hurting yourself, Goddammit! Quit it!" Frank shouted trying to pry open my hand where it latched onto the burning stick. The sting felt so goddamn good.
"What do you care if I hurt myself? I've been hurting so much lately what's it to you. I don't even exist right? Someone's photochop invented me. RIGHT?" I didn't even know I was crying until the tears dripped from my chin onto my hands. I looked Frak dead in the eyes from where he knelt in front of my both of his hands clinging to mine in desprate attempt to loosen my grip. He was crying too. Why was he crying?
"Fuck. I'm sorry I'm so sorry. I lov-" Frank started crying and hiccuping.
"Don't you fuking dare finish that sentence. Don't do it," I demanded ignoring the cracks in my own voice.
"But do Gerard. So much and I didn't want to. I can't even explain how much I didn't want to. That whole weekend I knew I had to but I couldn't. I couldn't do it-" Frank cut off sobbing into my chest. I wrapped my arms around him dropping the cigarette and let my palms press into his back feeling his chest heave. I wasn't doing much better. Everytime I looked at him a new wave of tears hit. He was so beautiful. I'd missed him so much it hurt. His warm tears dripped down my neck, or were those mine? I couldn't tell.
"Oh Frankie I've missed you," I said unable to hold it back any longer. My chest swelled with love. I loved him so much my everything ached.
All I got in return were harder sobs. Frank's hands clutched my suit jacket so tight, like he might fly off at any second. I'm not sure if nobody noticed or just nobody cared but when I swivled my head around I didn't catch any stares. Even despite that I still felt the itch to get out of the public. I knew we couldn't go to the white house and there was no way we could go home.
I held Frank at arm distance from me. He smiled softly and wiped his eyes apologetically. I smiled at him. Not a full blown grin but a small sad smile because Of course I knew this would never last. Frank would go back to being the presadent's son and I'd go back to getting my ass kicked at school and at home. But instead of thinking those bad thoughts I leaned forward pressing my forehead against Frank's. He looked confused slightly but didn't pull away. He snivled and wiped his nose some more.
"We should get out of here," I said in a hushed voice like it was a secret. Because it was.

Notes

I know you all have waited for a while for this so here it is
I'm sorry it's rather sad but I still a few things I want to happen in this fic before I tie it up for good