Worse Than Nicotine

~Frank's POV~
It was a nice calm day in a little town of New Jersey, and I surprisingly liked that today was nice and quiet. But even though it seemed to be a bit too quiet here, which is why its weird, I can't shake the feeling of people staring at me; a teenager out of school and not giving a care in the world.

My fingers seemed to tighten their grip on a cig I had in between them, bringing it back up to my lips to take a drag. It calmed me down quite a lot, which helped. I liked the fact that what I'm doing is taking my own dosage of cancer into my lungs. The worst part is that it didn't matter to me, risking my life to be in a hospital bed. But what did I care? No one would come visit or even care for that matter.

I walked past an alley, but then stopped walking and looked back at the way. There was a group of boys beating on what looked like another male(?) and calling him names that made me upset. I then noticed it was some jocks from my school and they seemed to be enjoying themselves more than they do when beating me. Now it made me even more pissed when they called him things I get called.

I went over to them and immediately grabbed one of them by the back of their shirt and pulled them away.
"Wha- Hey what the hell?!" The guy who was yanked back shouted, falling onto the ground. "Iero?!" He yelled surprised.

I just let a sly grin come onto my face as I straddled him and began to pound his face in with my fists. But I stopped when he was unconscious. My attention turned to the other jocks who still were hitting the poor male. I got up immediately and began to attack them myself with all I had to save the guy. By the time I was done, they had become chickenshits and ran off, leaving the unconciouss male alone.
"Next time I won't let you get away, dickwads!!" I screamed at the top of my lungs, my voice almost breaking.

I felt accomplished and turned back around to the heaving male, with bright red hair all in his face. I kneeled down and helped him up, feeling bad about his pain, but I didn't show it.

I began to walk as I held onto him as we traveled to the way of my house. His breathing was so heavy in my ears, I can even hear him curse under his breath as he moved with each walk. With his hair all in his face, I couldn't see his features, just only his ears poking out. It looked quite cute, but I shook my head and continued the walk home with the male in my arms.

Notes

This is my first Gerard fanfic. I hope you guys like it as much as I do. I have a friend who helped me, but she doesn't have a account. Thanks for reading too by the way. It means a lot! Also, I'm sorry if the first chapter is really short! I'm trying my best to make them longer. Anyways have fun reading!!
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