Unknown Identities

Frank walked out into the brisk morning, cringing slightly at the bright sunlight. Whoever thought starting school at seven thirty in the fucking morning needs to die in the most painful way possible. Frank thought bitterly as his eyes adjusted to the bright light. He really wasn’t in a bad mood, he just really wanted to sleep some more. And knowing he had to sit and take tests all day didn’t help anything. Well not all day…they had normal classes after taking two of the eight tests. But they were shortened periods so at least that was a plus. He really wasn’t looking forward to going to English twice in one day, however.
He walked down to the usual corner where he met up with his friends every morning. Finding only Bob standing there, he was a little confused.
“Don’t you look like a fucking ray of sunshine,” Bob said seeing the short teen approach.
“Don’t I? It must be from the lack of sleep,” Frank retorted just as sarcastically. Bob chuckled before looking down the sidewalk where Mikey, Ray, and Gerard would come from, squinting slightly.
“Hey is that Gee?” Bob questioned, Frank looked in the direction Bob pointed and sure enough that was him, wild red hair blown back as he ran straight at the two of them. “Why does he look terrified?” Bob asked.
“The better question would be is he going to stop?” Frank replied, laughing. But the red head slowed down once he reached the two of them. Panting hard and leaning on Frank as he tried to catch his breath. He dropped his backpack to the ground as an equally tired Ray and Mikey ran up to the group.
“Well, looks like you guys had a great morning,” Bob said, laughing at the glares he got from the three of them. “What the fuck happened to you guys?” He asked after he quit laughing. Ray collapsed on the ground as Mikey spoke.
“We couldn’t get Gerard to shut up…” he paused to take a breath, “Or to get out of the house…” He took another deep breath, “so we chased him out…it worked,”
Gerard leaned his head on Frank’s shoulder using the smaller boy for support as he caught his breath. Frank started giggling at the story.
“Son of a bitch can run,” Ray mumbled still lying in the middle of the sidewalk staring up at the sky.
“Only when he wants to,” Gerard mumbled into Frank’s shoulder.
At the situation before them, both Bob and Frank burst into fits of laugher.
“It’s not that funny,” Gerard said more to Frank than to Bob.
“No you’re right. It’s hilarious,” Frank giggled as Gerard gave him a look.
“You’re supposed to support me!” he whined
“I am,” Frank replied gesturing to the way Gerard was leaning on him. Literally speaking, he was supporting him.
“Sure…If you call laughing at your boyfriend supportive,” He murmured, but loud enough that the group around them heard it. Bob instantly stopped laughing, Ray raised an eyebrow having finally gotten up off the ground, and Mikey smirked at the slip.
“Is there something you two need to tell us?” Ray asked in a tone a parent would when they know their child is lying to them.
“Uhh…surprise?” Frank replied smiling nervously.
“I fucking called it!” Bob exclaimed to nobody in particular.
“We all did…on Monday,” Mikey smirked as Gerard glared at him and at the confused look Frank wore.
“Come on let’s go before we’re Late,” Ray piped up and the group of now five walked on towards the school. Some closer together than others. Bob felt utterly awkward with Gerard and Frank walking hand in hand on his left and Mikey and Ray practically walking on top of each other. I really need to find a girlfriend…he thought, maybe if I go apologize to that one jogger for chasing her five blocks… he smiled to himself at the thought, yeah and why don’t I check myself in to the nearest mental hospital while I’m at it. ‘Cause if I don’t she will.
They split up once inside the school. Mikey going down his own hallway, Bob and Ray going left while Gerard and Frank continued straight on. They got more than a few strange (and some disgusted) looks as they walked towards their lockers hand in hand. Though most of them were probably staring at Gee’s choice in hair dye rather than the fact that they were together. That still didn’t stop Frank from feeling awkward with all the stares, though he really couldn’t care less than what any of them thought, just wish they would mind their own damn business. He thought. Opening his locker, he noticed that the usual letter didn’t fall out of it. Guess the guy hasn’t gotten school yet. He brushed it off and then walked over to Gee, before continuing to their first exam for the day.
English was uneventful, it seemed as if the teacher took pity on her class and made the test extremely easy. Even Bob found it easy…which is saying something. The three of them finished it with time to spare. Time they spent throwing paper at each other and earning more than a few glares from innocents they hit and the teacher. She never stopped them, only threw tired glares at them…guess she was ready for break as much as the students were.
The next test was spent the same, though with less time to mess around. Soon they had gone through this test and the few classes they had before lunch. By the time lunch finally rolled around, Frank discovered Gerard in all the classes he didn’t know he had with him…I’m such an idiot. And he knew that Gerard had the rest of the day with him as well…Frank couldn’t help but think that that was a very strange coincidence.
During lunch, Gerard had claimed the seat next to Frank…which was usually Bob’s seat and he wasn’t exactly happy about that. He kept his ranting to himself however and sat next to Mikey. He didn’t want to risk getting hit in the head by Gee’s wild hand gestures, he didn’t understand how Frank could put up with this guy.
“What’re you drawing?” Frank asked Gerard after watching him sketch something out for the past ten minutes.
“I have no idea…” Gerard mumbled absentmindedly. Frank took the chance to notice just how many pages were ripped out of this particular sketchbook. He must really not like his drawings, Frank thought briefly before noticing a small amount of pencil still on one of the ripped edges. It looked like an elbow…and a lock of unmistakably frizzy hair. That drawing I got on Wednesday…it was missing part of Ray…could this be it? Frank wondered before asking Gee about it.
“Ummm…It was a bad drawing I did…I didn’t like it so I tore it out,” Frank could tell he was lying. Why would he lie to me? Especially about something so simple. He brushed it off and another ten minutes passed by before the two of them got up to go to the Gym. Once in the hallway, however, they didn’t make it far…
“Hey look! It’s out favorite little fags!” The usual group of dicks was skulking in the hallway. Just waiting for the chance to beat someone up. “Heard you guys were making out in a coffee shop…nobody wants to see that shit!” One of them shouted…he wasn’t the one who saw them in the café…guess that guy told everyone he knew what happened, oh well.
“What to do about your inappropriate behavior,” This one said stated rather than questioned before lunging at Frank. That was the wrong thing to do however, because Gerard stopped him before the guy could touch Frank. Grabbing him by the collar of his shirt and shoving him backwards against the lockers. The other three guys watching this happen rushed forward to try and get Gerard off their friend but stopped dead in their tracks when Gerard flung a hand out to stop them. I’m stronger than I look, assholes.
“Just because I let you push me around all this time does not mean you can touch him,” Gerard practically growled at the guy, “If you or any of your fucking friends so much as look at him the wrong way, I swear to everything holy I will fucking kill you,”
“You can’t hurt all of us,” the other guy spat back.
“Bold words for someone pushed against a locker,” Gerard repeated the same line the guy used on him a few days ago…before he beat the shit out of him. He still had ugly bruises on his chest and arms from that. “And you’re right, that’s why I’ll come after just you. And the first thing I do is personally make sure you can never fuck anyone properly again…understand?” The guy looked down before gulping slightly. He nodded and Gerard pushed him hard against the lockers before walking away.
Frank watched the whole scene play out, surprised at how fucking scary Gerard looked when he was angry. But more importantly, though he would never admit it out loud, how hot he looked when he was angry. He almost didn’t believe that the Gerard he knew and this one was the same person, especially when the boy walked back over to him, happy as ever.
“Damn…remind me never to get on your bad side,” He said as they started walking away from the four boys.
“Aww, you could never get on my bad side, Frankie,” the other boy laughed.
“You’re fucking scary when you want to be,”
“So people tell me,”
“No wonder that delivery boy doesn’t want to come back to your house.” Frank laughed as Gerard rolled his eyes.
“Why does everyone bring that up?! I apologized and paid for the food…it’s not like I did it on purpose! It was fucking Halloween!”
“Right,”
Gym was uneventful, except for the occasional glare from the usuals. To which both boys smiled flirtatiously at the group. They knew they were treading down a very dangerous path but it was just too funny to stop. Especially when some of them shifted very uncomfortably after every time.
Not even two hours later, the final bell rang and they were free to go home. Gerard stayed back at the art room because the teacher asked to talk to him so Frank left to go to his locker. He didn’t have any homework so he really didn’t need to go but he was curious if any letter had been slipped in to his locker and he really didn’t want to stand outside of the art room to wait for Gee.
He found this to be a bad idea however, because the second he opened his locker, a few pairs of strong hands pushed him inside. Again? He thought defeated as they shut the door.
“Your boyfriend’s not here to save you this time,” One of the guys growled before laughing and running away from the scene of the crime. At least I know Gerard is still here. I just don’t know how long he’ll be. Wait…I still don’t have a letter…maybe I’ll be able to get a glimpse of this guy. He smiled, maybe getting shoved in this locker was a good thing…no it was definitely a bad thing but maybe a good thing could come of it. His knees already ached from being bent in an awkward way and was facing the wrong way. He carefully maneuvered himself so he faced the slats in the locker. It really didn’t allow him to see much but enough to be able to tell if a person was standing in front of him.
Five minutes later, and a few fruitless attempts to get free from the locker, he heard footsteps echoing down the hallway. He kept quiet as the person stopped in front of his locker. He stretched to see out of the slats, and was met with a piece of paper in his face. Yes! Now if only I could see anything. He thought trying to shake the piece of paper off his face. He only got it off in time to get a glimpse of the retreating figure. And when he did he almost couldn’t believe it. Black, sexy combat boots and flaming red hair. Gerard.

Notes

So I finally convinced myself to stop reading fanfiction and start writing it. It was a very big struggle because I kept finding really interesting story plots. And reading helps me form my own fictions. So it was difficult to say the least.
Now on to something more serious. It breaks my heart to tell you this...but this story only has one chapter left. Only one...so sad. But as I said before I have an idea forming for another story...just having a hard time getting it on to paper.
BUT! As always thanks for reading! Don't forget to tell what you think! I appreciate any and all comments.
Oh and for all of those in America...Happy Fourth! though it is only one in the morning right now...it still counts. *mumbles about hatred of insomnia*