(Frank’s POV)


I think I’m in love. I mean, did you see Ruby? Wow. Wowwww. I just. Wow. Bright red lipstick, light blue eyes, Brown hair with blonde tips, black beanie, black skirt, Pierce the Veil shirt. She’s perfect. I am kind of sort of immensely embarrassed that I had to be saved by her and Asher, though. Not that I’m not grateful, but she must think I’m such a loser. “Iero.” I heard someone say from behind me. I turned and saw one of James’ friends, Adrian, who just so happened to be dating my sister. “Oh, hey man.” I said casually. He didn’t seem to find it very funny. He picked me up by the collar. “Whoa, I need you to communicate with me rather than use violence. Intelligence, Mr. Brown. Intelligence and communication. They go hand in hand, you know.” I said like a counselor. Instead of replying, he just dragged me to Mikey’s locker by my ear and hit it, letting it open. Then he proceeded to shove me in as passerby pointed and laughed. Boy, I love high school. I banged on the metal door with difficulty and shouted, “Hey, man. I thought we were friends!” I heard a couple of kids with a sense of humor chortle, but no one bothered to get me out. So, I turned around and there they were. Mikey was keeping skittles in his locker and he didn’t tell me! That boy is gonna pay.
I munched on a few and smiled. Maybe being shoved in here wasn't too bad, anyway. It did smell strongly of coffee and nicotine, though. Oh, that's another secret of Mikey's. He smokes. Much like a chimney, in fact. I shined the light on my phone and looked at what else he had. Swedish fish. Meh. Lots of beanies, a couple dirty band shirts, a fundraiser packet from the very beginning of the year, his wallet (Which was made of duct tape. Ugh), his broken glasses (luckily he had an extra pair), chapstick, a couple empty cartons of Malboro Reds (That's also the kind Van and Gee smoke), a hammer (I'm gonna ignore that) and... soy sauce? What the hell, Mikes? I shook my head and shone the light at the door. He had a ton of pictures. Pictures of all of us growing up. Gerard throwing him into the pool when we were 10. Bob playing drums. A girl with pink hair who I didn't recognize. Fetus Gerard beaming while holding LoZ: Wind Waker. 13 year old Van giving a piggy back ride to 10 year old Grace. Me in a tree. Ray and Gerard dressed as the bionic woman. A picnic table with "2007" carved into it. Copeland Quinn. They were plastered everywhere. All over his locker.
I had eaten most of the skittles by the time I was done looking at them and the release bell for lunch rang, so I set down the skittles and got ready to scare Mikey for when he opens his locker. I heard him fiddling with the lock and I got really excited.On "Boo!" I yelled with a mouth full of skittles. I got the desired reaction from him and cackled like an idiot. He looked at me with a puzzled expression before it turned into extreme anger, "You found my skittles!" He screamed. I laughed nervously and bolted the other way, fearing for my life. But to no avail as he tackled me. I could literally see the pure anger boiling up in him. I squeaked and closed my eyes, but opened them when I felt his weight come off of me. Even though he's only as heavy as a 12 year old chihuahua. He was grasping the air in front of my face, but he couldn't reach me and I noticed that he was being held back by Grace. "Chill man, I'll buy you more skittles." I pointed and laughed at him and he looked like he wanted to strangle me. I pushed myself off the floor and ran around the corner when I had the chance. But when I peeked back to see them, they were walking away! "Wait!" I ran after them and laced my arms around their shoulders. Well, Grace's shoulder. Only my fingertips could reach Mikey's. It was still so weird to see Grace around. Like, blast from the past weird. Not quite Attack on Titan weird though. Once we went through the line and got some slop the school was selling as "Chilli", we went to eat in the library like we always did. When we walked in, Ray, Gerard, and Bob were already waiting for us. But there was another guy. I couldn't see his face because his messy black hair was covering it, but I figured he was the new librarian. Then he turned to us. "... Van?" I asked unsurely. He cracked a smile, "Hey Frankie!" Oh my God, Van is our new librarian?

Notes

Many plans for Van yes ok good. Idk if I'm gonna give him a love interest though. I don't think I am right now.