The Fantasy

Frank sat at his desk, yawning as he dragged a hand down his tired face. He just glad he managed some sleep at all, with all the thoughts of Mr Way and all the mixed signals he kept sending him. What the fuck should I do? He thoughtnervously biting his nails as he struggled to concentrate.

He couldn’t understand him. M Way obviously wanted them to remain a secret but he didn’t exactly make it fucking easy for him to hide it with all the evidence of what we did that he painted on his skin. Frank pressed his fingers against the giant hicky he kept hidden under a scarf, wincing as a small sharp pain erupted under his skin. He knew Jamia wasn’t stupid. It was only a matter of time before she saw it and worked out who gave it to him.

He couldn’t keep living like this; the constant sleepless nights, the shameful thoughts which plagued his mind. He wasn’t gay, he couldn’t be. Frank sighed. Even if he was, he had no choice but to keep the secret and let it destroy him, because he knew Mr Way would rather damage him than his reputation. And it would damage his precious reputation if people found out that he was messing around with a student.

A warm liquid suddenly began to pour from his nose. Frank quickly cupped it with his hands only to realise he was bleeding. “Oh fuck” He groaned, he hated it when this happened. Every time he was stressed or paranoid, this would happen. Thanks sir he thought bitterly. Mr Urie glanced back from the white board, narrowing his eyes at Frank as he did so. “Everything alright Frank?” He asked. Frank shook his head in reply, moving his hands away from his face to reveal a large amount of blood dripping from his face.“Oh god, Frank head on over to the medical room and sort yourself out. I want you back here as soon as your done understand?” Mr Urie instructed, running a hand through his dark hair.

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Frank wandered down the long corridor of the sports hall, spots of blood seeping through his hands and onto the floor as he walked. He glanced up at each door he passed, checking for the sign that said “MED ROOM” but failed to find it. Miss Cracknel walked out of a classroom, directly in front of him, startling him. “Umm Miss...” He started, watching a shocked expression spread across her face. “The medical room is in here” she interrupted, quickly looking away as she continued to walk down the hall; shuddering at she went.

He pushed open the door and reached for a box of nearby tissues; wiping his face and hands clean of blood. As he did, he saw Mikey quickly pulling down his shirt, his cheeks flushing a bright red as he kept his eyes on Frank. Frank’s eyes grew wide as he saw large, scattered bruises imprinted upon his friends pallid skin; making him queasy. “Mikey... what.... what happened to you” He stammered, holding the tissue close to his face, concealing his jaw which was hanging wide open from shock. “I was about to ask you the same thing” Mikey replied bluntly, pulling on his blue blazer as he eyes shot to the ground; refusing to meet his friends eye.

“Nose bleed” He explained, shrugging as he checked his nose; it was still throbbing but at least the bleeding had stopped, suppose I should be grateful that’s all it was. He chucked the crumpled, bloodied tissues into a nearby bin and walked over to the sink which was right next to Mikey; an awkward silence hung in the air. He watched the blood run from his hands and into the sink as a frightening thought suddenly entered his head. Could Gerard have done this to him? Frank turned on his heels, placing his hands on Mikey’s shoulders and stared at his face. “Mikey look at me” He demanded, watching as his friend timidly looked back up at him. “What?” Mikey mumbled, folding his arms nervously as he struggled to look Frank in the eye; he didn’t want to talk about this. This was his thing, his and Gerard’s secret, as much as he liked Frank, he didn’t feel like sharing this with him.

He noticed as Frank’s face changed, from sympathetic to all out terrified. He had been quiet for a while now, his hands still holding onto Mikey as struggled to find the words that he so desperately needed to say. “Spit it out Frank” He groaned, trying to shake him off. He took at deep breath, staring up at the ceiling as he asked the dreaded question. “Did Gerard do this to you?” He asked his voice quivering as he forced the words from his body. Mikey stepped back, shocked by what he was insinuating. “NO! Why would you even... No Frank just no! Perhaps you should mind your own business” He cried, running his fingers through his hair; his dark roots beginning to come through.

Frank stood there for a moment, shifting uncomfortably as Mikey began to moan at him. Shouting about how Gerard wouldn’t do that, that he had no idea what they were going through. His voice seemed to fade out as he thought back to the day they were alone in the classroom, how he had made him feel so powerless. He shook himself free of these thoughts, holding his hands up to stop Mikey from ranting before he realised that he had lost control of what he was saying. “I was only asking....I’m sorry” He said, his voice growing quiet as he felt his knees grow weak.

His body went limp and Mikey quickly reached out, grabbing hold of his friend before he hit the floor. “Whoa, easy there. Frank...what’s wrong? You’ve been acting off for weeks now” Mikey said. Frank said nothing, staring at the white wash wall opposite him as he struggled to hold himself together. He couldn’t keep this up anymore. He had to tell someone.

Even if it was his younger brother.

“Can I ask you something? “Frank asked absentmindedly, not looking away from the wall as he spoke; thoughts of Mr Way flooded into his mind as soon as the question escaped from him. Mikey smiled at him. “Sure” He replied, nodding his head. He took a deep breath, closing his eyes for a moment before turning his head to face his friend. “Have you ever had feelings for someone you know you shouldn’t? I mean I don’t know if I actually like this person but I just...I just can’t stop thinking about them” He explained, hiding his eyes with his hand; his cheeks burning bright red now. Mikey laughed, shaking his head slightly as he slipped his arm around Frank’s shoulders. “I take it this isn’t about Jamia? Look Frank, life is too short. If you like this person then ask them out. If they’ll make you happy then surely that’s what’s important? Right?” He said.

He felt the corners of his mouth turn up at that thought. He was right. His heart fluttering as Mr Way’s face entered his mind; if he didn’t know better, he would say that he was falling for him. Frank glanced over at his friend, nudging him gently. “Thanks Mikes. That really helped” He replied. Mikey squeezed his shoulders tight as they both stood up. “We should probably get back to class, just ask her mate, if I was a teenage girl id say yes” He said, fluttering his eyelashes at Frank as he pulled a kissing expression. Frank laughed, gently pushing him away.If only he knew “Fuck off; I’ll see you all at break?” He replied, backing away towards the door. Mikey nodded, giving him thumbs up before waving goodbye. Frank smiled, saluting him before walking out of the medical room and towards the sports hall entrance.

He wandered outside, a feeling of excitement building up in his chest as he made his way over to the art department.

He knew exactly what he had to do.

Notes

So what will Frank do?

Please feel free to check out my other fic The Wedding- its kinda cute Frerard stuff x

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