Not a Victim of a Victim's Life (Frerard)

Frank
What the fuck was I thinking.
Gerard said that he would pick me up from school the next day. My face was going to die from all the foundation I would have to put on in order to cover up and eighth of the blushes. Fuck. I whined and trudged downstairs, almost tripping over the last step. I walked out the door, heading to the one place that I was sure Gerard would never go to: The gas station.
So what, I had to go Monday and Wed-Fri. It was a job, and I was getting a card with money for gas- when I got a car that is. Ten minutes later, I appeared in the parking lot . I walked into the small store and grabbed the unused vest. Hanging it over a rusty gas pump, I sat in a metal fold-out chair. For the next few hours, I was just going to sit here, occasionally filling up someones car with shit-cheap gas. I sighed, hoping that I could just keep my earphones in the whole time, no distractions from an ass from school or whatever.

Gerard
I was maybe just a little too eager for the end of school the next day. I got to see Frank, pick him up after school and we would hang out……… Okay, maybe more than a little too eager.
I finished polishing my nails black, waiting till they were dry to take the purple towel from my head. I shook out my wet hair, looking in the mirror to see myself without my full on makeup. Frank probably won’t even recognize me, my face must’ve looked so weird. I shrugged off the thought, not wanting to distract myself with stupid ‘what if’s.
I brushed out my hair, threw on some sweats and an old tshirt. I layed on my bed, thumbing through channels and finally settled with cartoon network. I banged my head on the mattress of my bed as I got bored with the tv. No Gerard, you are not throwing this tv out the window like you did at the hotel. I hated my mind for stopping my body from picking the flatscreen from off my wall and throwing it out the window.

-short story-
Mikey and I were staying in a hotel, then I started complaining about the cartoons, he told me to stop acting like a child. So i threw the tv out the five story window.
-moral of story-
So many people treat you as if you’re a kid, so you might as well act like one and throw your television out the hotel window.

-end short story-

So instead I calmly walked out, and to the study, taking all the pencils and pens out of the black jar. I stood there, holding the utensils, then in one swift motion, snapping them all in two. I looked at my hands, colored ink leaking through the plastic and onto them, covering them in a dark rainbow.
I threw the plastic and wood into the trash, pulling out splinters and I dragged myself to the bathroom. Everything sucks. I thought, the only reason I was going to get up in the morning was so that I could see Frank again. Everything else sucks. I thoughts more accurately. Even the band sucks. Didn’t Frank say something about him playing guitar? I washed my hands in the sink, looking at myself in the mirror. Man I suck.

Frank
A few hours later, I was eating dinner, my mother forced me with the family, considering that we had guests coming over and we had to try our mother’s cooking. I finished the lasagna and gave her a thumbs up, walking to the kitchen to rinse my plate.
I threw myself onto the bed, taking my comics and reading them all, finishing three within the hour. Can’t wait for school. Holy shit. That’s something I haven’t said in a long time.

Notes

sorry this fic is horrible so far, ill stop writing and work on others if its that bad. luv u all

-val