Unknown Identities

Gerard walked away from Frank’s house, feeling just as flustered as Frank looked. Just call me Gee for now, that should work. He remembered what he said to Frank. Why did I do that? Frank might be able to put two and two together now. Because the secret writer has the initial G.W. and he knows my last name too. So that just pretty much screamed I’m the one who’s in love with you Frank! Maybe he won’t figure it out… Gerard debated with himself the whole way home, should he just explain to Frank who he was or would that be a bad idea? He just couldn’t figure it out on his own, Maybe Mikey will help, though he’s been pretty annoyed with me lately. He thought as he walked into his house. Closing the door and kicking off his shoes, he ducked just in time to avoid getting hit with a small box that came flying at him.
“What the hell Mikey?” Gerard said looking over at his brother who stood in the doorway to the kitchen.
“Could you please explain why you chose that color?” Mikey said, “And why I had to walk home in the rain today?”
“Sorry Mikey, I had to make sure of something,” Gerard said, “And it’s not your hair so why are you worried?”
“You worry me greatly sometimes, anyway what is this ‘something’ that was so important?”
“Frank, he almost got hit by a car, got there just in time,” Gerard said, picking up the box of hair dye that was stolen from his bathroom. “And what were you doing in my bathroom?”
Mikey completely ignored the last part, “I knew it! He doesn’t want to come over tomorrow,” Gerard looked at him confusedly.
“What do you mean?” He questioned walking into the kitchen, passing Mikey.
“Just a joke that he made the other day,” Mikey said, “I asked if everyone was still coming over and Frank had said that he was unless he got hit by a fast moving car,”
“Oh, well I don’t think he meant to on purpose, though,” Gerard said looking at Mikey disappointedly. Way to make something serious turn comical.
“Yeah, probably. Oh and before I forget. You’re not allowed to hang out with us tomorrow,”
“What? That’s no fair I’ve got exams too. What if I need help studying?” Gerard said feeling extremely left out. Frank was coming over too so it would be the perfect time to hang out somewhere besides school. Even though his house wasn’t much better.
“Too bad, I don’t need you hitting on Frank the whole time, you can do that somewhere else,”
“I don’t ‘hit’ on Frank,” Gerard said putting quotes around hit. He really didn’t or at least that’s what he told himself.
“You don’t realize you’re doing it half the time, Gee,” Mikey said, “I don’t want you scaring my other friends away anyway,”
“Oh you mean Ray who comes here every morning because you let him barge in,” Gerard said sarcastically, “I’m really not that scary of a person,”
“You should tell that to the pizza guy that one time,”
“It was Halloween, did he not expect to see people dressed up as scary things?”
“You just have an excuse for everything,”
“It wasn’t my fault the guy actually thought I was dead!”
“Whatever Gee,”
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Frank got up early the next morning, no seriously he actually did. He confused the fuck out of his mother who was actually still getting ready for work by the time Frank was eating breakfast. Usually on a normal day, Frank would sleep in as much as possible until he was really pushing it. Half the time he got to school late or like this week barely in time to walk with his friends. His mother would have already been at work for an hour by the time he finally decided he should get up, so this was a rare occasion indeed. And even stranger he was actually in a good mood. Mornings sucked, and they sucked even more for Frank. He was always in a crappy mood until he ate something and even then sometimes he wasn’t feeling all that well so for him to be happy on a Friday morning was strange.
“Frank? Should I be concerned?” his mother questioned walking down the stairs to find Frank eating a bowl of cereal for breakfast.
“Nope, just had one of those feelings that getting up early would be a good idea,” Frank said.
“Oh, right,” his mother said, “are you on something I should be aware about,”
“Mom!” Frank shouted, “I’m not ‘on’ anything, can’t a guy get up early sometimes?” He asked, irritated.
“No I guess not but something has got you in a good mood too, I can never get a decent word out of you in the mornings,” his mother said pulling out her own bowl for breakfast.
“I don’t know, it’s a little weird though. I feel like today might be a good day,”
“You’re still going to Mikey’s right?” she asked taking a spoonful of her cereal.
“Yeah, why do you ask?” he answered, why does everyone keep asking me that. He wondered briefly.
“Just wanted to make sure that when I come home tonight to find no one here I won’t freak out,” she said.
“Yeah, we’ve got some studying to do for the exams coming up,”
“Why do they call them exams?” his mother questioned.
“To make them seem more important than they really are,” Frank said. The exams at his school were pretty much just mid-terms and finals. (Mid-terms at this particular time.) But when you said that they really don’t seem all that scary and kids never study for them. Say exams though and kids study. Or that was what the school thought at least.
“Weird, you go to a weird school Frankie,”
“You’re the one who enrolled me,”
“Good point,”
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Frank walked to school thirty minutes earlier than usual with a skip in his step. Not literally but his steps were a lot more meaningful at least.
On his way there he saw two familiar figures. The blonde only slightly taller than the black haired one. What’s Mikey doing with Gee? Maybe they are brothers…things could get really awkward if that’s the case.
He stepped up his pace so he could hear what they were talking about. He really had to know if they were related, but he didn’t want to go out and ask. What if he was wrong? That would be extremely embarrassing.
“-already told you I wasn’t going to, so you can give it a rest,” Gee said
“I know, I just want to make sure. Now about telling him…” Mikey said
“Telling who what, Mikey?”
“You know exactly what I’m talking about, you’re going to have to tell him at some point. You can’t hide the fact that you’re…” Mikey brought his voice down and Frank didn’t catch what he said after that, “He’s going to find out eventually,”
“Whatever,” Gee scoffed walking away from Mikey.
“You can’t run either,” Mikey called after the retreating boy. He shook his head and Frank walked a little fast in order to catch up to Mikey.
“Hey,” he said falling in to step with the other boy.
“Oh hey Frank,” Mikey said surprised, “didn’t expect to see you here, it’s not after eight yet,”
“I know, I just had a feeling,”
“Do you act on all your feelings?” Mikey asked sarcastically, Frank glared at him.
“Fine, fine, sorry.” Mikey said, “Hey, you’re still coming tonight right?” he asked, holding in his laughter. What’s so funny? Frank wondered, why do I feel as if this is going to end badly?
“Yeah, why?” Frank questioned, uncertainly.
“Because I want you to meet my brother, I think you’ll really like him,” Mikey couldn’t contain his laughter anymore after Frank gave him a ‘cut the crap’ look. Why do I even bother, sometimes? Frank wondered, come over here to talk to him and all I get is laughed at.
And even though he set out early for school, he still finds himself barely making it to English on time. Not even having a chance to go to his locker.
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The day actually passes by pretty quickly, the only downside being that the teachers stuff review activities down their throats in hopes that some of them might pass. He sat in his algebra II class not paying any attention to the teacher who drawled on and on about quadratic equations. Instead, he watched as Gee intricately drew a pattern on his paper that has absolutely nothing to do with math. It’s amazing really, how good he is with anything he could draw and paint with. And he doesn’t get creeped out when I space out watching him draw, that’s the best part. Frank though as the teacher called out:
“Mr. Way!” she shouted, Gee’s head whipped up so fast that Frank thought that the boy might’ve gotten whip lash. “Quit your doodling and show me you know how to do the problem on the board,”
Gee stood up, the class snickering at him the whole time. It’s never fun to get called out by a teacher, but when you’re watching it happen it’s the funniest thing ever. It’s a good thing the problem is really easy because Gee really didn’t know what he was doing. He knew what to do, just didn’t recognize what it was yet. He finished the problem relatively quick and correctly and sat back down in his seat. Only to continue drawing on his notes again. Frank chuckled slightly as the teacher glared at him for showing her up in front of the class. Gerard looked over to him and smiled, there’s something about him, Gerard thought. That just makes you want to smile when he smiles. It’s contagious.
The rest of the class period went by and at the end the teacher, giving up on her hopeless students, allowed them to work on review sheets and study. Bob turned around the second he could and looked to Gee.
“Your last name is Way?” he asked, does he think that Mikey and he are brothers too? Then I’m not the only one. Gee nodded slightly, not saying a word and Bob looked over smirking at Frank.
“What’s so funny Bryar?” Frank asked, not understanding why everyone was giving him that look today.
“Oh nothing, just how stupid you can be sometimes Frankie.”
“And what’s that supposed to mean?”
“You’ll find out tonight, don’t worry,” what the hell is that supposed to mean?
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Frank stood outside his locker for the first time that day. The lunch bell had just rang so he had all the time in he needed to dig through the rusty blue deathtrap. As usual the second he opened the door, a piece of faded white paper drifted slowly towards the ground. He caught it, unfolded the paper and began to read.
He didn’t get very far, not ten seconds after starting to read, the letter was snatched out of his hands from behind. Frank’s eyes widened as he turned around to yell at who had stolen something addressed solely to him.
“Gee! Come on really? Give it back!” Frank shouted. Calming down a little when he saw familiar black hair. That could’ve been a lot worse.
“No,” he said simply beginning to read the letter over with one hand, and holding Frank back with the other. “Why are you so desperate to get it back?” he asked, smirking slightly as Frank glared at him.
“That’s none of your business,” Frank said, I sound like a five year old, Frank thought for a brief second.
“Oh, calm down, here,” he said handing Frank the letter back, “It’s not like I was going to keep it forever, I just wanted to see what you reading,”
“You could’ve just asked,” Frank said reading the bottom half that he never got to finish.
“You wouldn’t have given it to me, besides it’s cute you have someone crushing on you…” Gerard said teasingly. Frank rolled his eyes.
“Well what about you? You’ve got to have tons of girls going after you,” Frank said realizing what he said and blushing slightly.
Gee shrugged, “Wouldn’t really care anyway…” he trailed off then mumbled very quietly, “I’m not in to girls,” Frank almost couldn’t hear him, but it sent a new wave of hope over him. So…who was he talking about with the nurse? Oh well, I don’t care anymore. Damn it my mom was right….I’m just not going to tell her.
“Oh,” Frank said simply and Gee smiled shyly at him. Too fucking adorable for your own good. Frank thought, shaking his head at the other boy, “Umm…neither am I,” Frank admitted.
“Yeah I know, remember the conversation with your mother yesterday?” Gee said laughing slightly as Frank rolled his eyes.
“Don’t remind me,”
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Another sub in music class today. Actually it’s the same one but the teacher isn’t here again so they have another ‘do whatever’ day.
Frank sat in a practice room, right next door to the boy who was singing. He could hear the boy clearly in this room as well, he really hadn’t figure out how yet but he could. He sat leaned against the wall listening. I really need to just go in there or something, I don’t need another person to figure out. I mean I already have four. God, it would be so much easier if they were all the same person!
“Frank what the fuck are you doing in here?” Ray asked loudly as he opened the door to the practice room. The singing hadn’t stopped so he assumed the boy in the other room hadn’t heard Ray, which was good.
“Shhh, listen,” Frank hissed, hushing Ray. Ray raised his hands defensively but shut up long enough to listen to the singer.
“Damn, whoever’s in there can really sing,” Ray whispered to Frank who nodded his head. “Is this what you were doing yesterday?” Frank nodded again, less enthusiastically. “You’ve got some serious problems,”
“Tell me something I don’t know,”

Notes

Thanks for reading! This chapter was pretty much just setting a few things up for what is to happen at the study party. It's a pretty useless chapter and I want to apologize for that. The next chapter should be up soon though. I have finals all week today so I'm not sure how much I'll be able to write but I'll try my hardest.
Thanks again!