April 19th, Monday
It was time.
"Gerard, are you sure you're okay with this?" asked Juliet, tugging on the lapels of his blazer and straightening his tie.
He smiled and raised his eyebrows. "Yes, I am sure. This needs to happen."
Frank grinned at the taller boy. He was wearing the school uniform now, and his black hair wasn't quite so I-went-bungee-jumping-twice-yesterday-and-didn't-take-a-shower-afterwards anymore; it just stuck up at odd angles and reminded him vaguely of Edward Scissorhands. Or maybe a Yorkie.
Second time I've mentioned Yorkies in this story.
Fuck.
Yes.
And a-goodnight!
No, I kid.
Don't leave me.
I'm lonely.
I get scared.
And that's the point where you turn and run.
Ahem, anyways, Mikey came thumping down the stairs, hopping on one foot and trying to shove a shoe on his other. He promptly fell down the remaining stairs and sprang back up like a drunk twenty year old in a pub. He shoved his shoe on and brushed off his blazer casually, like he hadn't just smashed, face first, on the hardwood floor.
"Ready to go yet?"
The boys walked together in a row, surrounded by a long silence. Gerard was still marveling at the wonders of the suburbs and Mikey looked bored out of his mind, although he would rub his slightly-red forehead every few moments. Frank looked across the road, watching two men -- one in a dark suit and sunglasses and another in a fur coat with chubby hands -- feeding ducks in a small pond. It looked like a scene out of a movie, or a book. So pretty and normal, but yet just odd enough to resemble real life.
"What a lovely couple," Mikey chuckled as the two men started bickering over whether or not the suited-man should have been so violent with the bread or not.
Gerard looked at them and furrowed his brow. "I swear I've seen this somewhere..." he muttered.
I have too. Good Omens; you should know this, Gerard.
He snapped. "That's right."
The boys glanced at him, but said nothing and walked past the now-placid men. They arrived at the school, looking up at the towering building. Gerard peered around and smiled. "Finally" he breathed in relief and awe.
"Are you sure you'll be okay, Gee?" asked Frank once again, concern filling his amber eyes.
"Color me there," he replied, smiling at his sibling and his 'friend' before trotting off to the doors, shoulders back and rucksack swinging.
Mikey sighed. "He's so going to get his ass kicked," he muttered before bidding Frank a farewell and slumping away.
Frank huffed and started thinking about the fact that Gerard was using more contractions than he used to.
Gerard was humming under his breath, pulling his necessary books out of his locker.
"Hey, freak!" He frowned and turned around, like he had been told to do.
And was promptly shoved into the locker by a fist the size of a watermelon.

Notes

IT SNOWED.
I was in my room, minding my own business, when I opened the blinds and realize there was snow everywhere! I found that out at about noon, and I've been awake since 8:30. I didn't even get out of my pajamas.
You fuckin' slacker.
I know Mom, I know.
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-Stitches