It Started With An Alright Scene

I just felt blood run down my mouth. Damn. I just kept feeling pain in my jaw and looked up just as Jack collided his fist with my face again...and again, until I was a bloody mess laying on the floor. "Stupid emo! I liked you better when you were in the closet!" He and his friends chuckled as they walked away. I felt my phone buzz in my pocket. I pulled it out and unlocked it. One new message from Frank.

Frank <3- Gee! Can you come over today? I don't have to work and I don't have band practice! Movie night?
I smiled and felt blood spill into my mouth from my nose.
Gee- Sure. Horror or Comedy?
Not even a minute later my phone buzzed again.
Frank <3- Horror, duh. You know me, Gee :0)

Frank and I have been dating for two years. We met when I was a sophmore and he was a senior. So, since I'm seventeen our relationship is technically "illegal" because he is twenty.

Gee- Ok. I'll be over after school. Have the coffee ready.
Frank <3- Of course!

I slipped my phone into my pocket and went in to the restroom to clean my face and look at the damage. After I cleaned off the blood, I looked at my face and only had a few bruises on my face and a cut on my lip. I wasn't too sure about my nose, though.

I skipped the rest of the day, staying in the bathroom writing music. I was really starting to get good.

Well I was there on the day
They sold the cause for the queen
And as the lights all went out
We watched our lives on the screen
I hate the ending, myself
But it started with an alright scene.

I was about to write another line when the bell rang. I hopped off of the counter and put my notebook in my messenger bag and headed off to my locker, but not without being called "Gay" or "Emo", of course. I did manage to avoid Jack and the jocks though. I got all of my crap and ran to my car. I hopped in and started it up, turning up Pencey Prep, Frank's band, and I begin the drive to his house. I arrived and just walked in because I was so at home there. I found Frank strumming away on Pansy and I smiled. He didn't see me come in, so I walked towards him to surprise him, but me being my awkward self, I tripped over nothing and hit my face on his knee. "Oh my God, Gee!!" I rolled over on the floor to look at him and he was kneeling by my side. He saw the bruises on my face and my cut lip. " Gerard, hitting my knee definitely didn't do this to you. What happend?" He asked, examining my face. "Just some jocks, Frank. Nothing to worry about." I've been getting bullied pretty bad since last year because I came out as gay. Frank is still in the closet, because he wants to avoid being bullied. The thought of him being bullied makes me sad. He is just such an amazing guy. He has a great personality, super hot, and he's in a band! What more could a guy ask for? I know that I'm in love with him.

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