It Started With An Alright Scene

After a while of convincing Frank i was okay, we sat down and watched Texas Chainsaw Massacre. Every time some one died in a dumb way it would send Frank into a fit of adorable high pitched giggles. I smiled then snuggled up against him and closed my eyes.

TIME LAPSE TO NEXT MORNING

my phone buzzing in my pocket woke me up."hello?"
"Gerard, are you coming to school today?" it was mikey. "don't worry Mikes i will be there in a bit. I'm at Franks." Mikey was the only one who knew about our relationship. I hung up the phone and looked up at Frank. He was still sleeping. He was sat upright with his head tilted back and his lips parted. I could hear quiet snores escaping his lips. I leaned over and gave him a small peck on the nose. The clock next to him read 7:36. School started at 7:00. meh. i wasnt THAT late. I hopped off the couch and walked to Franks room. I grabbed his homophobia is gay shirt and walked into the bathroom and took a quick shower. When i was done i walked to the kitchen and made some coffee. After drinking like 5 cups, i grabbed my keys and headed off to school. When i finally got there, the clock in my car said it was 8:33. Speedy fast. I hopped out of my car and grabbed my messenger bag and walked to the entrance of the school. It was about third period so i walked to the art room. When i opened the door, everyone paused to look up at me. I felt the blood rush to my cheeks. "Emo, school starts at 7. Maybe if you left your boyfriends a bit earlier, you wouldn't be late." Of course it was Jack who said that. "Mr. Lincoln, keep your little stories to yourself." The teacher Mr. Wells mumbled. I laughed on the inside because i knew what he said was true and i wasn't ashamed of it. I took my seat in the back of class and continued the song in my notebook.
-It was the roar of the crowd
that gave me heartache to sing
it was a lie when they smiled
and said you won't feel a thing
and as we ran from the cops
we laughed so hard it would sting.-
i slipped my notebook in my bag just as the bell rang. I sneaked out to the back of the school to have a smoke. I had the cancer stick hanging from my lips and i closed my eyes and leaned my head against the brick wall. My cigarette was suddenly ripped from my lips. My eyes shot open. Jack. "nice shirt fag" he spat in my face. I grinned. "thanks.You can borrow it sometime, it might be your size." i regretted it as soon as i said it. he grabbed my hair and slammed my head on the wall being me. I winced at the pain. His knee maid contact with my stomach until i sunk to the ground. He started to kick me all over. It felt like hours until he stopped. He spat on me then gave me a huge blow to the side of my head and then walked away as if it never happened. I pulled myself to my feet and stumbled to my car. My vision started to blur. I pulled my phone out and dialed mikey. "Gerard, we were supposed to eat lunch together. Where are you?" "m..mikey" i mumbled. i was in so much pain. "Gerard? you sound awful. Where are you?' "My car" i said barely above a whisper. The line went dead and seconds later my car door was pulled open by a panting mikey. "JESUS GERARD!What did they do to you!" then my vision went black.

FRANKS POV
I woke up on my couch in a super awkward position. I stretched out my arms and legs and heard a few cracks. I got up off the couch and walked to the kitchen. Gerard made coffee. I smiled. Hes so amazing. Just the thought of him makes my heart skip a beat. I know that i love him. I drank a cup then went to my room and put on some black sweatpants. I sat down on my bed and 1979 started to play from my phone. Gerard's ringtone. Its like 10:00 am. Whys he calling me? "Hey, gee bear. Why you calling me at school?" there was a amall pause. "um its mikey." "oh hi mikey. Why are you calling me on Gerard's phone?" i started to worry. "Gerards in the hospital. He got beat up super bad and wont wake up." i had my VANS on with keys in hand in a matter of seconds. I was running to my car with tears streaming down my face. I was terrified.

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