Unknown Identities

“Okay, are you sure that’s it? You just rushed out of there as fast as you could,” he said, then leaning in close to Frank’s ear. “If you need anything, ever, all you have to do is ask,” Frank immediately took that the wrong way and flushed bright red.
Gerard laughed still really close to Frank he whispered. “You’re adorable when you blush, Frankie,” Which only caused him to flush red even more.
I swear I’m going to die, right here. But then he wasn’t there anymore. The boy had vanished almost as if he was never there in the first place.
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Gerard walked away from the red faced adorable boy. He was happy he could have that kind of effect on Frank. Maybe I don’t have to worry about him rejecting me anymore. Gerard thought smiling as he sat down back down in his seat in the art room. The teacher had already pulled out his paintings that he had been working on lately and set them at his seat. She really liked his art. He never thought it was that good but she thought it was the best thing ever.
However, for the moment he pushed the paintings to the side and pulled out his sketchbook. Ripping a blank page from it, he started writing in his usual sloppy handwriting. He had to be supper careful about his handwriting from now on. Frank obviously had it memorized so if he looked over at his paper or something during class and saw the words written across the page, he would be screwed. Thought he wasn’t as afraid as he was yesterday. Maybe Frank would be happy to find out it was him writing them or maybe it would be an awkward exchange they could laugh about later. He hoped it would be the first one but that might be hoping too much. Whatever happens I’ll be happy if I can at least stay friends with him.
He finished writing and signed the letter, G.W. No use in hiding that anymore. Frank already knew his initials from his locker, Mikey knew that it was him now, and Ray already suspected him so it did him no good to hide it any more.
He got up from his seat, telling the art teacher he would be right back. He left the room and walked to the hallway that held both his and Frank’s lockers. The sight before him made him freeze and rush back around the corner.
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Frank sat leaned up against his locker. He was bent on just sitting there and waiting for the person to appear at his locker to drop off the next letter. He sat there for at least fifteen minutes and didn’t see a single person. However, he could have sworn that he saw someone walk around the corner and then rush back, but he brushed it off as just his hopeful imagination.
After waiting another five minutes with nobody appearing he got up off the floor and walked away towards the main office and the main exit of the school. Barely even acknowledging where he was going as he was lost in thought.
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This isn’t good, there is something off about Frank right now. I really hope he’s okay. Maybe I should follow after him so he doesn’t wander in the street and get hit by a car or something. Gerard thought as he watched the boy walk down the hallway. He really did look off, like he was lost in his own little world. Barely noticing where he was going, walking through the school by muscle memory.
He rushed up to Frank’s locker slipped the note in the locker and then proceeded to the art room where he cleaned up as fast as he could and grab his backpack. He said a rushed goodbye to the art teacher who watched him pack up, confused as to why the boy looked so worried. But she didn’t say a thing and waved as he left.
Gerard caught up to Frank pretty easily, he was walking pretty slowly. The shorter teen was only walking out the door of the school by the time he reached him. Well he’s not dead yet so that’s a good sign. Gerard thought, but he was still going to make sure he was okay. He could never live with himself if Frank got hit by a car because he didn’t see to it that his friend was okay when he really wasn’t.
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God, I really am falling for that guy. The guy who I have no idea what his name is. Jeeze, I sound like a thirteen year old girl having her first crush. Why can’t I get over this, I mean this isn’t the first time I thought I loved someone. Remember last year, but something just felt off about her. Maybe it was the fact that she was a girl. I just don’t know anymore. Mikey knows something, I’ll ask him about it tomorrow and if he doesn’t tell me anything I’ll just go up to the guy and ask him myself. No matter how stupid I sound. Frank thought as he walked through the busy city streets. His mind wandered further and further as he walked.
He walked across the street at a pretty busy intersection completely unaware that he was about to get smashed by an oncoming truck that wasn’t going to stop. It barreled down the street honking its horn and snapping Frank out of his thoughts. He watched, frozen in place, as the truck continued towards him. Just as it was only a few feet away from him, Frank was pulled out of the way and back onto the sidewalk straight into a pair of strong but skinny arms.
“Frank! What the fuck were you thinking! You idiot, you could’ve died!” the yet to be named boy yelled worriedly at him, still holding Frank in his arms. Though Frank wasn’t complaining.
“An easier question to answer would’ve been what I wasn’t thinking,” Frank said back.
“Are you trying to kill yourself!?” the boy asked looking at down at Frank.
“No, I was just lost in thought,” Frank admitted. Then he blushed, realizing the black clad teen still had his arms wrapped around him. “Umm, you can let go of me now,” he said feeling awkward. Though he really didn’t want him to let go. You don’t have to though, he thought, I wouldn’t mind in the slightest if you refused.
“You know what,” The boy said not letting go, “I don’t think I will, I can’t trust you to walk home on your own after what just happened,” he said, he proceeded to pick Frank up. One arm under his knees and the other under his back.
“What! What the hell are you doing, put me down!” Frank protested as the boy carried him across the street he had almost gotten run over in moments before.
“What does it look like I’m doing? Carrying you because I can’t trust you to walk on your own,” the boy said not letting go. “Now stop moving so I don’t drop you,”
“Seriously put me down,”
“No,”
“Please,”
“Well since you said please, No,”
“Fine, but if you drop me I swear to God I’ll kill you,” Frank said stopping his fruitless attempts to escape from the other boy and putting his arms around the guys neck so he could stable himself.
“No you wouldn’t, you love me too much,” the boy said.
“Just keep telling yourself that,” though it’s true. Frank thought. “Do you even know where you’re going?”
“Nope, which is why you’re going to help me,”
Frank told him where to go from then on. He was so happy that he didn’t bring his backpack home today. He didn’t need it anyway because he didn’t have any homework but if he had brought it home this would have been much harder. And though he complained about it the whole way down the street he was secretly dying of joy.
He was also very happy that his house was only a block away because some of the looks they were getting by the people walking down the same sidewalk were interesting. Some were in disgust other were a perfect ‘what the fuck?’ look and some looked at them like they were the most adorable thing in the world. One couple that walked by them even said.
“Aww, look at them, they’re such a cute couple, why don’t you ever do that for me?” the girl asked presumably her boyfriend. Which caused Frank to blush even more than he already was and hide his face in the nearest thing. Which happened to be the boy’s neck. Unknown to him, causing Gerard to flush slightly as well.
After getting another hundred looks, some comical others not so much and much more comments, they finally reached Frank’s house. Gerard let Frank down on his front porch.
“Sorry about that, couldn’t let you kill yourself on accident.” He said and Frank rolled his eyes.
“Walking next to me would’ve sufficed,” Frank said
“Yeah well…” the boy trailed off. Maybe he cares more than he’s letting on, Frank thought and this time he didn’t chide himself for thinking like that. The way this guy was acting suggested that and Frank couldn’t help but feel a little hopeful. “I better get home…” the boy said starting to walk away. Just as he stepped off the porch, however, Frank’s front door came flying open.
“Oh, there you are Frank, I was starting to get worried,” his mother said from behind the screen door. She didn’t even notice the other boy that stood in their yard.
“Sorry for worrying you again,” Frank said,
“I was just worried those boys were picking on you again and you were trapped in a locker again,” Frank inwardly face palmed and the boy behind him chuckled making his presence known to Frank’s mother. “Oh, hello,” she said surprised. “I didn’t see you there,”
“That’s perfectly fine, I was just leaving anyway,”
“Oh, no, don’t worry about that,” his mother said, “You must be Frank’s new friend, he’s told me about you,”
“Has he?” Gerard said, raising an eyebrow at Frank who shrugged and blushed slightly.
“Why don’t you come in for a little bit,” his mother said.
“Sure, why not,” he said walking into the house as Frank’s mother gestured. She stopped Frank as he walked in the house following after Gerard.
“That is the boy right?” she whispered to him. Frank nodded. “Then I like your judgment Frank, he’s cute,”
“Mom!” Frank shouted and she laughed, the boy looked back at the two of them confusedly.
“Sorry,” then the two of them walked into the house and into the kitchen with Gerard following.
“Frank really doesn’t bring his friends over all that often so this is a rare occasion,” his mother said.
“Really? A guy like Frank’s got have tons of friends,” the black haired boy said sarcastically. Frank glared at him and his mother laughed
“One would think,” everyone’s against me! Frank thought hopelessly. The three of them conversed from there. It wasn’t until the conversation somehow got to Frank’s recent discovery of his sexuality that Frank butted in.
“Okay! That you mom! But he has to go now, I’ll walk him home,” Frank said, grabbing the guy’s wrist and pulling him out of his chair and towards the door.
“But I was enjoying this conversation!” the boy complained, though he really wasn’t trying to get away from Frank. He could’ve easily pulled away but he followed. Frank glared at him and the boy smiled back at him.
“On second thought, you’re right Frank. I probably should get home. I forgot that I left my brother at the school to make sure you were alright. He’s probably pissed that he had to walk home. He would’ve have to have anyway I didn’t drive to school today,” as he was pulled out the front door of Frank’s house he called back, “Very nice meeting you Mrs. Iero.”
“You too,” she called back smiling at the two of them. If it does happen, the two of them would be perfect for the other. She thought as the door closed.
“I want to apologize for my mother,” Frank said shaking his head “She really doesn’t know what personal means,”
“That’s all right, I don’t think any mother does,”
“Yeah, hey, I didn’t know you had a brother,” does everyone have a brother?
“I think I only brought him up once, but yeah I do. He’s younger, sophomore I think. I’m not surprised you didn’t know that though,”
“Why’s that?” Frank asked, something was off here. There was just something too coincidental about all this.
“Because you really don’t know all that much about me, like my name for example,”
“That’s not true!” Frank shouted. The boy gave him a look.
“Really then? What’s my name?” Frank didn’t answer,
The boy leaned in close, much like after school got out, and whispered. “I told you, you didn’t know, but I’ll be nice. Just call me Gee for now, that should work,”
He then walked off, down the front walkway and to the sidewalk, leaving a flustered Frank alone again. Gee huh, that’s got to be a nickname of sort. Wonder what his real name is. He thought as he walked back inside the house, kicking off his shoes. His mother’s head popped out from the kitchen door and she called after him.
“Did you kiss him or did he kiss you?” She asked teasingly.
“Mom!” Frank shouted again retreating to his room. He could hear her laughter the whole way up. He shut his bedroom door and leaned his forehead against the door. It was then that it came to him. Why Gee having a brother seemed like such a coincidence. And his last name.
Way, Mikey Way, ‘Gee’ Way, I’ve got it now. It would make sense that they were brothers. But the question is are they really? I bet it's just a coincidence though.

Notes

Good Job Frank you figured it out! Well sort of...not really. Anyway, thanks for all your support with this story and my crappy writing that I do at ungodly hours of the night because I don't have time during the day. like right now one thirty in the morning and still going strong. I blame finals though, I've been studying non stop for them. I finally decided to quit and write this to make me feel better.
Thanks again! I appreciate any and all comments you have!