A Frerard Fanfiction: A Murder Of Crows

Frank lit a cigarette. His habit was bad, though he had nothing much better to sooth him athis point in his life. It made him feel good.
He leant against the sink, his eyes on the door, his heart racing. If anyone came in, he would hide in the cubicle. But no one did come in. He was surprised, he'd do anything to mis Phys Ed. But, at least lessons gave him something to focus on, like writing a story or avoiding flying basket balls. Because, when he wasn't doing these things, his mind would wander, and goodness knows where it would take him. Right now however, he was clear, due to his cigarette. Once he had stubbed it out, he sighed and trailed his hand over the radiator. It was cold to the touch. Cold. For some reason the cold, reminded him of Gerard Way, his cold white skin, pure like bone. And Gerard of course, wasn't exactly who he wanted to be thinking about. Since Frank had moved schools, and met Way, he had suffered serious lust, embarrassment. This, he tried to tell himself, couldn't be a crush, could it? Everytime he saw Gerard, his stomach writhed with butterflies, his eyes widened, his mouth went dry. Was he in love with Gerard Way?
Gerard had never thought himself gay. He had been sure he was bisexual, maybe even straight. However, since High School, his feelings towards girls had ....floated away and he couldn't help but give up all together. He rarely felt a slight crush or feeling of happiness towards anyone, as he was dark and kept to himself. But, recently, since the new kid arrived, he had thought of no one else. Gerard looked back down at his work, stopped twiddling his pencil and hid behind his hair, as the teacher passed the desk, eyeing him irritably. Once he had gone, Gerard stay hidden behind a mass of glossy black locks, picturing Frank, drifting through his head like an unwanted cloud. What was he doing right now? There was something he definitely liked about that lip piercing, something about the rough eyeliner and his heart shaped face, his dark fringe. There had been a rumour that Frank had illegal tattoos, which was exciting for Gerard, appealing.
Frank wasn't interested in him, surely not. He too was usually seen alone, and they both seemed in need of friends, but he felt it would be awkward, to personal, to befriend Frank. Plus, Gerard did have friends. He had Mikey. His brother. He had Ray as well?
The bell sounded. Frank waited by the bathroom door, letting the stampede of hormonal teenagers clear. He was small, breakable and unpopular, so he figured he should wait. Finally, the voices died down, and he slipped through the door, hurrying down the hall, skidding unsteadily on the soles of his shoes. He needed to go to his locker, to retrieve his video store funds. He loved nothing more than a visit to the old store on the corner, after a long, dragged out day at school. But that was about to be changed.
As Frank ran towards the double doors, leading out school, BAM! He collided, in a sudden flash of black, into something hard and firm, bigger than him. He was smothered in a mass of black hair, for a single fleeting moment, before the body fell backwards. He hurried over, dodging the scattered contents from a rucksack., kneeling down besides the squirming body, which seemed to be trying to heave himself up. Judging by the black hair and pale white skin exposed at the male's ankle, it was Gerard Way. Frank froze for a moment in shock, then tapped Gerard on the shoulder.
"Ugh watch where you're going!" The disgruntled heap mumbled, looking up through a sheet of sooty black locks.
Gerard too, froze, when he saw Frank kneeling over him, a timid look on his beautiful face, his eyebrow cocked questioningly..
"A-are you o-okay?" stammered Frank, pushing Gerard's pencil case across the floor.
"Uh. I'm fine" Gerard replied, sitting up, pulling his bag towards him and posting the contents back in.
"Here, let me help you" offered Frank, reaching for the same pack of paints as Gerard, brushing his skin lightly against Gerard's palm, momentarily stunned.
"Listen. I'm really sorry about earlier! Let me take you for a shake after school today? Just a one off" Frank offered, barely looking up from under his fringe, almost certain that his blush could be seen from space. He and Gerard stood outside of school, shuffling awkwardly along the gravel path.
"Just a friend thing, right?" Asked Gerard, frowning.
"Just a friend thing" Frank confirmed, grabbing Gerard's sleeve, smirking through his faded flush.
They both grinned as they raced out of school. Frank watched Gerard's hair fly out behind him like a murder of crows, whilst Gerard was fixed on a sparrow tattoo, which had been exposed as the wind lifted up Frank's shirt. Just friends, they both thought as they slowed down outside the Shake bar, panting, bent double, as they caught their breath.
Once they were seated, and Frank had paid for Gerard's strawberry shake, after much refusal, they thought it a good reason to get to know each other.
"You first. Music genre?" asked Frank, sipping his shake enthusiastically, looking up intrigued as to what the older male would say.
"Um....Er, rock, metal....Lots of stuff....The Misfits, Black flag, Metallica?"answered Gerard, shifting in his seat, nervously.
"Cool! I like pretty much the same stuff! I play guitar....So y'know!" Frank said, acting like an excited puppy, licking the milk shake from his lip ring, leaning forward.
The conversation blurred into a music gossip, the two males nothing but friends, as they sat giggling, smirking and sipping milkshakes. Unexpected and sudden, after saying their goodbyes, Frank had leant over and very carefully planted a soft kiss on Gerard's cheek. Even he was surprised with himself at his sudden act. A family on another table grimaces, but Gerard didn't care. Neither did Frank. They had something....Something real....
Gerard tapped his foot, fidgeting as he sat at his desk, in his basement room, staring at the phone. He needed to call Frank, to hear his voice, maybe ask him on a real date, but he couldn't bring himself to dial the number. They had exchanged these last night, before Frank's lips had touched his cheek for less than 2 seconds, sitting in the bar.
Before he could stop Frank lunged at the phone, and stabbed in Gerard's number, eager to hear that husky voice, to feel close to the older Way brother. It rang for a moment, before a shaky voice sounded through the receiver.
"H-er-ello?" Gerard stuttered, his hand shaking. He could tell by the heavy breathing that it was Frank.
"Gerard? Is it you? Sorry!" Frank said breathlessly, flushing.
"Yes, it is me. So you called because?" Gerard grinned at the adorableness of Frank's fluster.
"Oh....i....don't know...."Frank spluttered, grasping the phone.
"I was gonna say the same. But...."Gerard said, planning his proposal.
"But?" said Frank, curious.
"I....i.... was wondering if you wanted to come...."He choked, his cheeks no longer pale as death, but flushed like apples "If you wanted to come over to my place tomorrow night....as a...." Gerard cut off, wishing he hadn't said any of that.
"As a friend thing?"asked Frank, his voice perking a little.
"Uuuuh, yeah!" Gerard mumbled, irritated that he hadn't been able to say "date".
"Of course!" Frank said, thrilled, but his voice still quaking.
And with that, the phone cut off.
Gerard was frantic, as he scuttled around his room, trying to straighten out the heap. He flung on a Misfits hoodie, stacked up the DVD's he had bought him and Frank to watch, and ran a hand through his hair. He sighed, as he looked at his pasty, ashen face in the mirror, then thought of Frank, and his lip ring, his glowing skin.
Frank too, was frantic, trying desperately to control his fringe, slapping on makeup (eyeliner) and pulling on a long sleeve shirt. He stared into the mirror, relaxing a little. He looked at his uneven skin, his sunken eyes, and thought of Gerard and his smooth skin, his white complexion.
Frank was perfect, Gerard thought.
Gerard was perfect, Frank thought.
Frank walked up to the inviting little house, he hoped was Gerards. He rattled the door knock, shuffling on the pavement, pulling his coat closer to his face. Then, the door opened, and Gerard's black mop came into view, his expression worried, as he looking around the street until his eyes came into focus on Frank, shivering on the door step.
"Oh! Sorry!" he smirked, beckoning Frank towards the door.
"I'm so short you couldn't see me?" Frank frowned, following Gerard, grinning when his back was turned.
"No...." Gerard smirked again, leading Frank right into the kitchen.
A small lady stood at the cooker, stirring a pot of something which smelled good. Frank asumed this was Gerard's mother. She turned. She had a lovely kind face, and wore an apron, covered in flour, she stopped jigging to the music playing on the radio, and a smile spread across her face.
"You must be Frank! Gerard's told me all about you." She sung, smiling.
Gerard blushed, noticeably, eyeing Frank with worry. Frank only smiled his cheeky smile, and shook Mrs Way's hand lightly.
"Nice to meet you." He said, politely, fluttering his eyelashes, as he turned to Gerard, stifling a giggle.
The two males made there way down to the basement, which, much to Frank's delight, was Gerard's bedroom
"Oh man. You have so much space! I have a box with a guitar and a bed. That's about it!" Frank said, hovering nervously.
Gerard patted the bed, letting Frank sit down, as he grabbed the movies.
Frank's eyes lit up, as he saw Night of the living dead in Gerard's hands.
"I love this movie! I'm all for horror!" he bounced forwards, enthusastically.
"Even if it is a bit tacky?" Gerard asked.
Frank nodded, vigourously, like an over excited child in a candy bar.
They sat down, careful not to touch, in the darkened room, Frank leant against the wall whilst Gerard sat bolt up right, eyes fixed on the crackling television in the corner.
A few glorious hours later, the credits started rolling across the screen, the eery music blaring out of the dodgy speakers Mikey had given them in his brief visit.
Gerard shifted, and Frank was alert again, glancing at the clock.
"Oh shit, i've got to be back by 9.00" Frank blurted out, grabbing his jacket.
Gerard waited. He shouldn't do this. He couldn't do this. But he wanted to. Badly. Frank sat down again, and started going on about how grateful he was about the invite. He looked cutely vunerable,his eyes wide, his fringe frizzy.
" Thankyou! So muc-" He was cut off abruptly.
Gerard leant in, his lips pressed against Frank's, his body jerking forwards to move closer.
Frank wanted to pull away. But, for some reason, he couldn't. He wanted this. He wanted Gerard. So he puckered his lips, wet with moisture, wrapping his legs around Gerard's waist eagerly, grabbing his neck. Frank gently licked along Gerard's lower lip, asking for entry, eager for action and most of all, the feeling that Gerard was his for this moment in time. Gerard responded, shoving his tongue deep into Franks mouth, as his lips parted cautiously. It was a battle for dominance, their two tongues twining around one another, exploring each cave like mouth, savouring the warm wet atmosphere. Their hips pressed closer, their groins crushing together, Frank trying his hardest to suppress the moans of pleasure caught in his throat. Frank spluttered, his trembling hand planted on Gerard's firm chest. Gerard gasped, but he didn't want to take it too far, yet. . He pulled away, reluctantly, his arms still clutching Frank's hair, his mouth gaping, breathing deeply.
They were both panting, sweating. They were awkward for a moment. And then Frank got up and leapt from the room, clambering up stairs. Gerard stay still. He needed Frank Iero.
UPDATED
Gerard was worried. Frank was scarce at scool, no where to seen. Was it his fault? Was the kiss his fault? Yes, he had kissed Frank, but hadn't Frank kissed him back? Hadn't he pulled Gerard closer? Hadn't he started moving his hands up Gerard's shirt, his cold fingers, tracing the faint muscles, Gerard had started to develop? He shivered, thinking of Franks touch, his warm breath in his mouth. No, it wasn't all his fault. It couldn't be. Could it?
Frank rolled over in bed. Instantly, he regretted it. His chest cringed, and he felt phlegm rising up his throat, which burned as he opened his mouth to cough. After a violent coughing fit, he puffed hungrily on his oxygen tank. He had a history of being ill, of gathering various illnesses at school.
However, he had never had "kissing disease" or "Mononucleosis", if you wanted to be scientific. His mind ran back to "the kiss" two weeks ago. He could still feel the slight ghost of Gerards tongue in his mouth, his iron hands fixed in his hair. He felt a tickle in his throat and braced himself for another fit. He prayed that Gerard wouldn't think he had been off school to avoid him, all because he ran from the basement room, after their moment together, he thought, as he puffed worriedly into his tank.
Franks mother must have heard his double coughing fit, because her head appeared around the door, her body immerging. She was holding a tray of food, cucumber sandwiches with the crusts cut off, and a carton of juice. Frank grinned. It felt like he was little again, not a crusty teenager, in High School. His mother placed the tray on the table, next to his bed, sitting down at his feet.
"Thanks mom" Frank croaked, shifting his feet, so she could sit down properly
"My pleasure sweetie. How are you feeling?" She asked, her eyebrows furrowed, as she placed a warm hand on his forehead.
"Good." Frank lied. It was the first time in his life he wanted to be back at school. Well, only so he could tell Gerard it wasn't his fault Frank was off school. His mother looked suspicious, as she shoved a thermometer in Franks mouth. He spluttered.
"I'm not convinced. You're burning up. We'll see how you're feeling on Monday. Then, maybe you can go back to school." She said firmly, removing the thermometer, and making her way to the door.
Frank groaned, and closed his eyes, reaching for remote. Today was Friday. He had the whole weekend to worry.
Gerard slammed his locker door shut, and almost cried out. Frank was standing directly next to him, smirking, biting his lip ring. Gerard glared at him, recovering from the scare.
"Haha. Man, your face was hysterical" Frank laughed. He followed Gerard down the corridor, keeping close to his side.
Gerard stayed silent, now looking at Franks face. He looked like death had grabbed him by the throat. His skin was almost paler than Gerard's naturally, and his eyes were sunken, reddened, and full of sleep, gathering at the corners. His usual posistioned fringe, was unwashed and messy. He had taken his lip ring out, as well as his earrings. Damn. Had Gerard made him that much of a mess? He felt guilty, yet annoyed at how cheerful Frank was.
"You look awful" Gerard murmered, continueing to walk to the canteen.
"Nice to see you to. I've been ill for more than 2 weeks. What do you expect" Frank frowned.
"Ha, did you get Mono?" Gerard joked, smirking at Frank.
"Uh, actually. Yes. I did get Mono." Frank looked hurt, as he shuffled further away from Gerard.
Gerard was stunned. Had Frank really had.... Kissing disease?
"Oh....Sorry! I didn't know. You didn't call me. You left me dead worried. Like it was my fault. Because i ki-kissed you" Blurted out Gerard, now walking frantically through the canteen, an array of faces giving the two boys disrespectful looks.
"Sorry." Frank simply apologised, fidgeting uncomfortably, as he sat down with Gerard. It felt strange. To be sitting with the boy, he lustfully wanted. The boy he had kissed 2 weeks ago in a basement. They weren't even dating, as far as he knew.
Gerard nodded, and pulled out a bag of sandwiches from his cavernous bag.
"Wanna go halves?" he asked Frank, holding out the bag.
"Thanks" Frank smiled slightly, taking a bite of a jam sandwich on the kind of bread you find for 40p in a discount store. It was good, until a crumb went down the wrong way in his throat, triggering a coughing fit, therefore causing humiliation. Gerard smacked Frank on the back, as the canteen turned to smirk at the two males, one violently coughing, the other desperately trying dislodge the crumbs. Frank was beetroot red, by the time the crumbs had moved, even Gerard had a flush in his pastel white skin. The other students were.....laughing.... at the Frank and Gerard, shouting things like "fags" and "emos".
Gerard grabbed Franks arm, pulling him hurriedly out of the canteen, steal holding a sandwich.
"What the fuck was that Frank?" Gerard snapped, leaning against the locker, sweating.
"What? I can't help it! I've got Mono? I feel shit, okay?" Frank responded, slightly hurt, as he cursed under his breath. His throat throbbed. He wasn't in the mood to argue with Gerard, neither was he to cough again. He started to walk away, his head pounding, a temperature rising. Ugh, he really should have stayed at home with his mom.
"Wait. I'm sorry" Gerard's husky voice, sounded behind him, and he shivered in pleasure.
"What?" Frank muttered, turning round reluctantly. Just the sight of Gerard made him weak.
"Come over tonight?" Gerard asked hopefully, raising an eyebrow
"No." Frank answered, and Gerard's face fell, "No, come over to mine, we need to talk about us. Its fucking me up" Frank continued, and Gerard's face lifted, that lopsided grin, Frank longed for, spreading across it.
Gerard nodded, and followed Frank to there next lesson, Maths, together
Frank's mother opened the door. She did a double take, when she saw the tall, pale boy, with crow black hair, holding a small paper package.
"Can i help you?" She said sharply, her eyes wide with paranoia.
"Uuh, i'm here to see Frank Iero? Your son i'm guessing?" Gerard said shakily, trying not to sound rude. He was pretty sure he did.
"FRANK!" She shouted, leaving Gerard standing in the rain. He shifted, and eventually let himself into the house, his hoodie was no raincoat.
Frank appeared, glowing under the dim lights, grinning, eyeliner still in his hands, one eye appeared to completed.
"Mum, this is my friend Gerard, the one i told you about?" Frank said, timidly, looking at him.
"Oh yes. Okay, you boys can go to your room Frank. Don't break anything." She said briskly, eyeing Gerard, glaring at Frank, who nodded and pulled Gerard out of the room, up a flight of wooden stairs, and into a tiny room, with the curtains still closed.
"Shit, you've got some cool stuff." Gerard exclaimed, looking at the guitar in the corner, and its perfect white paint work.
"Thats Pansy" Frank said, blushing.. He had seen Gerard examining it.
Gerard just grinned, and winked at Frank, putting his hands in his pockets, and rocking backwards.
"Come sit." Frank offered, patting the bed. Gerard sat, hiding behind his hair, itching his nose.
"So" Gerard started "This us thing, it's kinda real. I dont know where to start. I saw you, and....I was messed up from there...I thought....He's beautiful....Even though, i wasn't sure i was gay....I thought i was...bi..."He cut off, looking up at Frank, who was stunned.
"Its the same with me. Though i didn't think you were beautiful. I thought you were..... Perfect." Frank muttered, fiddling with Pansy, sweating slightly. There was silence for a moment, just the sound of heavy breathing, and Frank strumming Pansy slightly.
"Exactly what i was going to say" Gerard chortled, tucking his hair behind his ears, and placing a hand on Frank's leg. He flinched, blushing.
"We're at High School Frank. It's not the place for us...to show...our love...for...each ....other.. But, i don't think i can wait any longer....I need you Frank....I want the world to see you be with me...I don't care about the haters....All i care about is you...Us...You..."He trailed off, removing his hand from Frank's leg. Frank just nodded, pulling Gerard into a tight hug, nestling into his shoulder. He was about peck him on the cheek, when the door rattled, and Frank's mother pushed it open.
Her mouth dropped, as she saw the two boys embraced, rocking backwards and forwards, pressed into each other. Frank tor away, his eyes wide, his heart racing.
"Its...Its not what it looks like... Gerard was....uumm..."He stopped, as Gerard pressed a finger to his lips and whispered in his ear,
"She's gonna find out sooner or later. If we're gonna be together...Well, she needs to know...".
Frank gulped. He wasn't ready....But he had too.....If he was to be with Gerard....
"Mum.....I'm......."He couldn't....He really, really couldn't just tell his mum this....he...
"Gay?" His mum interrupted his thoughts, a tone of pain in her voice.
"What Frank? Is this true? IS IT?" She raised her voice, her fists forming tight balls.
"Mum! Please....I didn't want to tell you....I....I...."He didn't know what to say...Everything was blur, his mum in tears, her face crimson with anger, and Gerard, his hand on Frank's shoulder, shouting at her. Frank himself had big fat tear drops running down his face, his makeup streaming, running down onto his shirt. It left inky veins on his skin.
" I DON'T WANT A QUEER SON. I WANT YOU TO BE NORMAL! WHY AREN'T YOU NORMAL? AND YOU, GERARD WAY, GET OUT MY HOUSE! YOU DID THIS! " His mom screamed, shaking Frank's shoulders like she could knock the homosexuality out of him. She couldn't.
Gerard pushed the door open, kicking his bag out of the way, and heading for the stairs. His face was now ashen, not beautiful white, but a deathly grey, his eyes darker than ever, wet with harsh tears. His hair was strewn across his face, caught in his mouth, embedded in his sorrow. Frank needed him..And, he Gerard, had just left him in a house, with a mother who wanted to beat the homosexuality out of him, and only a guitar for company. Huh, what a worthless little bastard he had really turned out to be. A faggot, a good for nothing outcast. He was sweating, he wasn't used to running. Ignoring his mother, he dived into his basement bedroom, sobbing hysterically.
Frank pulled the duvet over his head, hiding his face, hoping he would slip away any moment. But he didn't. He could still hear the sound of his mother, screaming at his father, as they tried to figure out why this had happened to their son. He could still hear the quick beating of his heart, soft inside him. A wet patch of eyeliner soaked into the crisp white sheets, as Frank watched his own tears absorbing into the silk beneath him. He wondered if Gerard cared, if he gave a damn. If he would come back, after his mother had pushed him out into the wind, throwing his bag out after him. If he'd turn up to school, half dead and shrunken. He rolled over, and felt something hard and sharp press into his arm. He reached behind him, thumbling around until he came across, what felt like a paper bag. He raised an eyebrow. The artistic hand, scrawled across the paper, was ever so clearly Gerard's. It read "Frank xox", merely visible beneath the smudged blue kisses inked thickly around it
Who could it be? He asked himself sarcastically, as a faint surge of hope lit up his face, blackened under the eyeliner. The bag was ripped, like someone had hurried to tape it up. Frank carefully lifted it, briefly examining a black pumpkin, which had been sketched beautifully, on the outer sleeve in a deep hue. He gasped. The front of the CD was exceptional. He picked out the aray of shades, the dark mysterious scenery, the tiny black outlines of two males holding hands in the distance, almost hidden behind a pile of darkened pumpkins, with trailing green leaves, spiralling into the never.
Very, very slowly, careful to cherish each moment of happiness, Frank stumbled across his room, and switched on his stereo, plugging his headphones in, as not to disturb his squabbling parents. He slipped the CD in, and jabbed down the "play" button, his hand shaking slightly, white against the black of the player. Gerard's voice sounded through the speakers, directly into his ears, sending lustful shivers down his spine.
Gerard scribbled across the sketch pad, angry with himself. It was all his fault, the hug, the kiss, the crumbling friendship. Everything. At least, he thought, Frank hadn't recieved the embarrassing CD Gerard had burnt him, in a moment of utter desperation too win Frank's heart. It must of been his fault. If only he hadn't asked Frank to come over, if only he hadn't led Frank into a family crisis, if only....
The Cd ground to halt, plunging Frank into painful silence. His parents had stopped argueing. Frank curled back up, this time on the floor, and pressed the play button again, catching his tears in cupped hands, tracing the tiled floor beneath him. And, he lay there. Listening. Listening to the sound. The sound of Gerard Way's voice.
"Gerard! Gerard!" a sharp voice sounded into his ears, like a broken whistle. Gerard groaned.
"What?" Gerard grunted, dragging out his single, effortless word.
"Get up sweetie!" The voice, now recognisable as his mother, whispered.
"Mom, please, fuck off" Gerard grunted, again, pulling the clammy sheets over his head. He didn't give a damn if he suffocated right here and now.
Ten painful minutes later, Gerard was wrapped tightly in his coat, buttoned up to his chin. His hair was limp and greasy against his slumped shoulders and his skin was pasty and dry, paper white. He muttered something along the lines of "goodbye, back whenever" to his jittery mother, grabbed his backpack and kicked open the newly painted door, tucking his hair behind his ears. Gerard made his way up the wet pavement, dodging leaking takeaways, steering around dark alleyways, with stoned drug dealers, flat out on the muddy ground. It was only when the school gates came into view, grey and ominous ahead, that Gerard picked up his pace, and folded his arms tightly, a distant look in his eyes. School didn't agree with him.
Frank almost ran through the school gates, his hands gripping his satchel strap, the coarse leather cutting into his hands. Please don't see me, he prayed silently, his eyes shut tight.
"Aaargh" Frank let out a strangled yell as he tripped over his own laces and fell onto the stony ground, his bag skating away from him. Before he could pick himself up from the ground, they came.
"Hahaha, little fag's so small he can't hold his own body weight" the tall lanky boy with the bad haircut jeered, his thug like cronies sniggering beneath their oversized grey hoodies.
"Fuck off" Frank grimaced, struggling to pull his back from under the fence.
"Aw, is Frankie scared? Perhaps you should go home and cry to your mommy. Or maybe, go slit your wrists you retard" the boy continued, spitting straight down onto Frank's hand, a slimy grin spreading across his pointed features. Frank felt the tears pricking his narrowed eyes. No, don't cry. Don't be that retard they want you to be, he told himself, firmly, as he slung his bag over his shoulder and attempted to make his way into the school.
"Oi, faggot! Where'd you think you're going? You forgot your makeup darling!" another boy jeered, holding up Frank's blunt eyeliner in one free hand (the other was stuffed in his pocket) He chucked it into a far corner, and let his hand stay limp in midair, a stereotypical gay impression.
Frank felt the tears roll over his eyelids, warm against his already flushed cheeks. He couldn't take this shit anymore. Who did they think they were? Huh, Frank didn't even know who he was.
Gerard sauntered down the corridor, doing his best to wear a cool smirk, to walk confidently. It obviously wasn't working. The word "fag" seemed to echo in his ears, harsh and repeated. He opened his locker, shoved his gym kit to the back, and closed it again, only to find someone standing next to him.
It was like deja va. Frank, with the same deep sunken eyes he developed whilst he had mono, was leaning against the locker next to Gerard's, flattening his hair hurriedly.
"Hi" Frank said simply, raising his hand awkwardly, the remnants of a smile only just visible on his sullen face.
"Hi" Gerard replied after a long pause.
"How're you?" Frank, again, said simply, a slight shake in his tone.
"Um, I'm pretty fucked dude" Gerard replied casually, relieved he had been able to let it out. He leant his head back on the locker door, and closed his heavy eyes, tired.
"Dude? Are you okay? Is it me?" Frank was now moving his eyes over Gerard anxiously, the corners off his mouth turned down.
"I should be asking you! I mean, you're the one who is living with a bunch of homophobes! How's that going for you?" Gerard lowered his voice, and moved closer towards Frank. He smelt of warmth, if that's possible, like he had been huddled in bed for days.
"Lets just say I'm leaving as soon as possible. And, um, I'm still confused on what is happening..with...us" Frank muttered, his voice now only a whisper.
"Frankie. I like you. Like a lot. Well enough to get a bit...well..." Gerard chortled and leant over the short male.
Frank chuckled to himself a vibrant red spreading over the blotchy skin on his cheeks. He took Gerard's hand tightly in his own.
"I'll do anything. Anything at all. For you." Frank looked into Gerard's eyes, a serious edge to his tone, his hand still warm over Gerard's own cold palm,

Notes

Hope you enjoy the first chapter. I wrote this a while ago. It's a bit long. Sorry.
Maisie
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