You think I choose to be like this? [Frerard]
I'll never let anyone hurt you...
~Amy’s POV~
Frankie told everyone about Gerard the moment he left the hospital and we all visit every day. They say that he can come home any day now so we can all be together again.
*******
I fix my eyeliner, grab my bag and leave for Mikey’s house. I bump into Ray at the end of the street. “Hey Toro! How’re you this morning?” I ask cheerfully.
“Hey Amy! I’m great thanks; can you tell Mikey to wait for me? I left half of my stuff at home!” He says in a rush before running off again.
I pull my phone out of my pocket and dial Mikey’s number.
“Hey A! You on your way?” Mikey asks from the other end of the phone.
“Hey Mikes! Yeah, I’ll be at yours in 5. Ray wants us to wait for him; he bumped into me a minute ago because he had to go home to get some stuff,” I say to him. He chuckles a little.
“Oh Ray, always forgets something,” he says through laughter.
“Yeah. I’ll see you in a bit,”
“Bye A,” Mikey says, hanging up.
I carry on walking to Mikey’s house – minding my own business – when a pair of feet come bounding down the sidewalk behind me. “Amy! Amy wait up,” Ray pants. I obediently stop walking and wait for Ray to catch up.
“Hey; do you have everything you need now?” I ask, not walking because I know Ray and he probably forgot something else!
“Yeah. I double checked before I left home and I was running back to Mikey’s when I saw you and… you know the rest,” he says, chuckling towards the end.
“Yeah,” I say, laughing with him. “Let’s get to Mikey’s before he has a bitch fit,” I snigger. This makes Ray laugh harder. When he calmed down a little, we continue to walk to Mikey’s house.
As Ray and I walk up the Way’s drive, Frank runs up behind us and jumps on Ray’s back. “Hey fro-fro; hey Ames,” he says, smiling through Ray’s hair.
“Hey Frankie! You here for Gee?” I ask him. He nods, getting a mouthful of Ray’s fro in the process.
“Okay short ass! Get off of me and go fuck your boyfriend or something,” Ray says, jerking his shoulder blades so Frank fell off his back. He hits the floor and instantly cries out in pain.
“I’ll help you up,” I say, reaching my hands down to Frank and I pull him up.
“Thanks Ames. See you guys at lunch, kay?” He calls, running to the door where Gerard stood.
Mikey emerges from behind Gerard and pushes him and Frank out of the way. He runs up to me and kisses me. Hard.
“Guys! I’d leave but I have no other way of getting to school,” Ray says, covering his eyes with his hands.
I pull away from Mikey and Frank does the same to Gerard. “It’s okay Ray, we've stopped now,” I sooth, stifling laughter. Mikey, Gerard and Frank burst into fits of laughter. I walk over to Ray and rub his arm. He slowly inches his hands away from his eyes. The first sight he sees is everyone crying with laughter.
“Hey! It’s not funny! I wouldn't mind so much if I had someone,” he says, blushing.
“Who is it? Come on Ray, don’t lie to us,” Gerard says, tapping his foot on the driveway, arms crossed.
“It’s-”
“Gerard! Mikey! You’re gonna be late for school,” Donna yells at the brothers.
“Okay mom, we’re leaving now,” Mikey says, grabbing my hand and pulling me towards Gerard’s car. Frank jumps in the passenger seat, Mikey, Ray and I climb in the back and Gerard clambers into the front seat.
“Let’s go,” Frank says, turning the radio on and turning it up to full volume. Green Day blasts through the stereo. I can’t help but sing along.
‘Don’t wanna be an American idiot!’ we all sing, head banging along to the drum beats.
We reach school with 5 minutes to spare to get our shit from out lockers. Frank and I walk into the main building, hand-in-hand with our boyfriends, with Ray trailing behind us.
I kiss Mikey goodbye and he heads to math. I head to my favorite lesson: music. I walk in and get dirty looks and horrible comments thrown at me. Great. Just as I was starting to feel better about myself - this happens.
“Miss Atherton. Your grade from last lesson,” Mr Crowley says, handing me a ‘final assessment’. I got an A+! Yeah! I can’t wait to tell the guys… “Miss Atherton! Can you acknowledge me please?” He says sternly.
I look up at him and smile. “Thank you sir. I did not expect an A+ for my work,” I say nervously.
“Well, it was exceptional. Good job,” he smiles down at me and leaves for his desk.
“Right class, today we’re going to learn about…”
~Frank’s POV~
I fucking hate English! I sit in the middle of the room, right in the center of a group of bullies which makes my life a living hell.
“Hey fag. How’s your boyfriend?” One of them asks me and the rest of his friends snigger at me.
I look at him and smile. “He’s great actually; thanks for asking,” he – and all of his friends – stare at me, mouths wide open, in shock. “What?” I ask, still smiling.
“You’re gonna regret you said that later emo,” one of the girls retorts.
I scoff. “Why should I regret it? I have a boyfriend and I’m proud of it,” as I speak, someone from the other side of the room throws something hard at me which hit me in the face. I lean down to see what it is. I pick it up and throw it right back at them; it hit them on the nose. “A rock?! A fucking rock! You’re a dick!” I yell.
One of the guys stands up, picks me up by my shirt and throws me to the floor just as the teacher walks in. “Alex! Go to the principal’s office right now. You too Frank,” Mr Quinn says, utter shock on his face as he helps me up and pushes Alex and I out of the door. I sprint ahead and bump into Gerard.
“Gee! Why are you not in class?” I ask, concern lacing my tone.
“I cut my arm in science. With a scalpel. Dissection,” he replies.
I lean up and place a soft kiss on his lips just as Alex runs round the corner. “Ew! Stupid emo fags,” he said, walking past us.
Gerard grabs Alex’s shirt and pushes him against the lockers. “Don’t you dare fucking talk to us like that again, got it,” he hisses, spitting in Alex’s face before dropping him to the ground. He gets up, nods and runs away, looking scared.
“Do you know what you just did?!” I whisper-shout. He shakes his head. “I’m gonna get the shit beaten out of me later,” Gerard raises an eyebrow as if to ask ‘who?’ “Alex’s older brother Tom. Tom Ferguson,” I say, pointing to him as he walks out of a classroom and into the one opposite.
“Shit. He beat us all up. Mikey, Ray, Bob, me and now he's probably coming for you. I’m so sorry baby. I’ll protect you okay?” He says, leaning down to kiss me passionately.
Frankie told everyone about Gerard the moment he left the hospital and we all visit every day. They say that he can come home any day now so we can all be together again.
*******
I fix my eyeliner, grab my bag and leave for Mikey’s house. I bump into Ray at the end of the street. “Hey Toro! How’re you this morning?” I ask cheerfully.
“Hey Amy! I’m great thanks; can you tell Mikey to wait for me? I left half of my stuff at home!” He says in a rush before running off again.
I pull my phone out of my pocket and dial Mikey’s number.
“Hey A! You on your way?” Mikey asks from the other end of the phone.
“Hey Mikes! Yeah, I’ll be at yours in 5. Ray wants us to wait for him; he bumped into me a minute ago because he had to go home to get some stuff,” I say to him. He chuckles a little.
“Oh Ray, always forgets something,” he says through laughter.
“Yeah. I’ll see you in a bit,”
“Bye A,” Mikey says, hanging up.
I carry on walking to Mikey’s house – minding my own business – when a pair of feet come bounding down the sidewalk behind me. “Amy! Amy wait up,” Ray pants. I obediently stop walking and wait for Ray to catch up.
“Hey; do you have everything you need now?” I ask, not walking because I know Ray and he probably forgot something else!
“Yeah. I double checked before I left home and I was running back to Mikey’s when I saw you and… you know the rest,” he says, chuckling towards the end.
“Yeah,” I say, laughing with him. “Let’s get to Mikey’s before he has a bitch fit,” I snigger. This makes Ray laugh harder. When he calmed down a little, we continue to walk to Mikey’s house.
As Ray and I walk up the Way’s drive, Frank runs up behind us and jumps on Ray’s back. “Hey fro-fro; hey Ames,” he says, smiling through Ray’s hair.
“Hey Frankie! You here for Gee?” I ask him. He nods, getting a mouthful of Ray’s fro in the process.
“Okay short ass! Get off of me and go fuck your boyfriend or something,” Ray says, jerking his shoulder blades so Frank fell off his back. He hits the floor and instantly cries out in pain.
“I’ll help you up,” I say, reaching my hands down to Frank and I pull him up.
“Thanks Ames. See you guys at lunch, kay?” He calls, running to the door where Gerard stood.
Mikey emerges from behind Gerard and pushes him and Frank out of the way. He runs up to me and kisses me. Hard.
“Guys! I’d leave but I have no other way of getting to school,” Ray says, covering his eyes with his hands.
I pull away from Mikey and Frank does the same to Gerard. “It’s okay Ray, we've stopped now,” I sooth, stifling laughter. Mikey, Gerard and Frank burst into fits of laughter. I walk over to Ray and rub his arm. He slowly inches his hands away from his eyes. The first sight he sees is everyone crying with laughter.
“Hey! It’s not funny! I wouldn't mind so much if I had someone,” he says, blushing.
“Who is it? Come on Ray, don’t lie to us,” Gerard says, tapping his foot on the driveway, arms crossed.
“It’s-”
“Gerard! Mikey! You’re gonna be late for school,” Donna yells at the brothers.
“Okay mom, we’re leaving now,” Mikey says, grabbing my hand and pulling me towards Gerard’s car. Frank jumps in the passenger seat, Mikey, Ray and I climb in the back and Gerard clambers into the front seat.
“Let’s go,” Frank says, turning the radio on and turning it up to full volume. Green Day blasts through the stereo. I can’t help but sing along.
‘Don’t wanna be an American idiot!’ we all sing, head banging along to the drum beats.
We reach school with 5 minutes to spare to get our shit from out lockers. Frank and I walk into the main building, hand-in-hand with our boyfriends, with Ray trailing behind us.
I kiss Mikey goodbye and he heads to math. I head to my favorite lesson: music. I walk in and get dirty looks and horrible comments thrown at me. Great. Just as I was starting to feel better about myself - this happens.
“Miss Atherton. Your grade from last lesson,” Mr Crowley says, handing me a ‘final assessment’. I got an A+! Yeah! I can’t wait to tell the guys… “Miss Atherton! Can you acknowledge me please?” He says sternly.
I look up at him and smile. “Thank you sir. I did not expect an A+ for my work,” I say nervously.
“Well, it was exceptional. Good job,” he smiles down at me and leaves for his desk.
“Right class, today we’re going to learn about…”
~Frank’s POV~
I fucking hate English! I sit in the middle of the room, right in the center of a group of bullies which makes my life a living hell.
“Hey fag. How’s your boyfriend?” One of them asks me and the rest of his friends snigger at me.
I look at him and smile. “He’s great actually; thanks for asking,” he – and all of his friends – stare at me, mouths wide open, in shock. “What?” I ask, still smiling.
“You’re gonna regret you said that later emo,” one of the girls retorts.
I scoff. “Why should I regret it? I have a boyfriend and I’m proud of it,” as I speak, someone from the other side of the room throws something hard at me which hit me in the face. I lean down to see what it is. I pick it up and throw it right back at them; it hit them on the nose. “A rock?! A fucking rock! You’re a dick!” I yell.
One of the guys stands up, picks me up by my shirt and throws me to the floor just as the teacher walks in. “Alex! Go to the principal’s office right now. You too Frank,” Mr Quinn says, utter shock on his face as he helps me up and pushes Alex and I out of the door. I sprint ahead and bump into Gerard.
“Gee! Why are you not in class?” I ask, concern lacing my tone.
“I cut my arm in science. With a scalpel. Dissection,” he replies.
I lean up and place a soft kiss on his lips just as Alex runs round the corner. “Ew! Stupid emo fags,” he said, walking past us.
Gerard grabs Alex’s shirt and pushes him against the lockers. “Don’t you dare fucking talk to us like that again, got it,” he hisses, spitting in Alex’s face before dropping him to the ground. He gets up, nods and runs away, looking scared.
“Do you know what you just did?!” I whisper-shout. He shakes his head. “I’m gonna get the shit beaten out of me later,” Gerard raises an eyebrow as if to ask ‘who?’ “Alex’s older brother Tom. Tom Ferguson,” I say, pointing to him as he walks out of a classroom and into the one opposite.
“Shit. He beat us all up. Mikey, Ray, Bob, me and now he's probably coming for you. I’m so sorry baby. I’ll protect you okay?” He says, leaning down to kiss me passionately.
Notes
Hey guys!
Here's a new chapter for you to enjoy!
Sorry it's so shit; everything will be okay in a couple chapters time and there will be more Frerard soon, I promise :)
Stay strong my Killjoys :P
~Chemical-Tears~
Aww!! Thanks ^__^
1/31/14