BEEP! BEEP! BEEP!

Once again, I was awoken by the obnoxious ringing of Gerard's alarm clock. I groaned and reached my hand towards it, slamming it onto the table. I tried again, this time the bone sticking out of my wrist hitting the corner of the night stand. I sucked in through my teeth and tried again. Bingo. The ringing stopped and I was left to listen to Gerard's soft snoring and the chirping birds and crickets outside. We agreed to wake up at 6, though school doesn't start until 9. I turned to him to see he was still fast asleep. How did he sleep through that ringing? "Gerard," I said, poking his cheek, "wake up."
"Five more minutes," he groaned. He ripped the blanket from me and turned onto his other side so his back was facing me.
"Gee, baby, it's time to wake up." He stirred around a bit before sighing and turning back to face me. He just stared at me, but I knew he was trying to say something like "please don't let me go to the hell we call school". I sighed and kissed his nose, watching him smile as I pulled away. "I'm still tired," I muttered.
"Mm. Me too." He threw the blanket off of him, to the foot of the bed, and started walking over to his closet. I'll admit that while his back was to me, I was staring at his ass. "Enjoying the view?" he asked while sifting through the hanging clothes, shaking his hips a bit. I guess he noticed
I giggled. "Maybe."
"Gaaaay."
"Mhmm, for you." I sat up and stretched, my arms and back popping satisfyingly. "I'm gonna get some food," I told him as I walked over to his door and swung it open.
"Wait for me!" he replied and joined me by my side, his arm suddenly snaked around my waist.
"You call me gay, yet you can't ever leave my side," I told him, and he simply laughed and nodded.

We went downstairs, to the kitchen, and I made cereal as he prepared coffee. We plopped down on the couch and watched TV together. As much as I wanted to hold his hand, I had to let go to eat. Out of the corner of my eye, I could see the light reflecting off his necklace and it made the corner of my lips tug up a bit. Gerard was my fiance, technically. I never, ever, thought that I would be engaged at fucking 17. Well, I don't think our wedding would ever happen, but...

God, Frank, shut up.

I snapped back into reality upon scolding myself and realized I was abstractedly fiddling with my left ring finger. I felt myself blush a bit, I mean-- I was thinking about marriage and fiddling with my ring finger- and tucked my hand under my thighs. I leaned over to rest my head on Gerard's shoulder, taking in his familiar scent. Cigarettes and coffee. God, I would kill to wake up to that smell every morning. Well, at this point, I do. I really do live with Gerard now. Thankfully, his parents have had a bit of sense knocked into them and they don't mind us kissing or being lovey-dovey in front of them. They don't seem to mind me living here. I've even asked them if they want me to get a job or something, so I can pay the rent, but they assure he it's fine. I don't even use up most of their resources. Me and Gee share showers (1. because it saves water; 2. because why the hell not?) and I try not to eat a lot of their food. But I still get worried about freeloading. Jamia came over a few days ago and met his family. I didn't tell her about the kind-of-engagement. I don't think she knew about Gerard's circumstances.

I sighed and Gee turned to me. "What's wrong, babe?" he asked me.
"Nothing," I replied. "I'm just... thinking. About us."
"What about us?"
"That... that you're my fiance. And that I live with you now. And the way you smell." He cocked an eyebrow at the last one. "Cigarettes and coffee. I like it." He smiled slightly.
"You smell like... girl body wash and cigarettes."
"Wow. You really love me don't you?" He nodded. "We should probably start getting ready." He nodded again. I stood up and started walking towards the stairs when I felt him grab my hand. I turn around to see Gerard kissing the back of my hand, a smile still plastered on his face. I rolled my eyes and pulled him upstairs.

---

"I'm coming out of my cage, and I’ve been doing just fine," Gerard sang from outside the bathroom. I was putting on my eyeliner, and it startled me. I flinched and brought the black pencil from my eye down to my cheek, leaving a line. I groaned and grabbed a makeup wipe and rubbing it away. I heard him whine and decided to comply and sing along.
"Gotta, gotta be down, because I want it all," I sang, my voice slurred a bit, since I was focusing on my makeup.
"Hurry up," he groaned.
Fulfilling his request, I finished up my eyeliner and stuffed the pencil in the cabinet. I swung the door open to see Gee standing in front of it, pouting and his arms crossed. He looked like a little kid. I smirked as I walked past him to grab my backpack on his bed. Along with my backpack, I was bringing Pansy for music class. I swung her around my shoulder and my backpack hung on the opposite shoulder blade. He grabbed my hand and we walked outside, into the warm summer air, together.

We walked in silence. Not a bad or awkward silence. Nervous silence. We didn't know if we were even gonna have any classes together. We've gotten pretty attached to eachother. It's hard for me to even sleep if Gerard isn't there, his arms holding me close and his steady breathing calming me. Not to mention if we were gonna be public about this relationship, we'd both have at least two bruises by the end of today. It could be even worse if we weren't together, if someone wasn't there to defend the other. If Gerard wasn't there, I can guarantee no one would stand up for me. I'm just the gay emo kid, right? I can pray we have at least one class together. I sighed as the school came into view, the front courtyard filled with kids. The cliques stayed together, as I guessed. The cheerleaders stayed with the cheerleaders, laughing and gossiping with eachother. The jocks were running through the field, one with a football yelling plays at the others. I felt like I was in a cliche highschool movie.

We got a few dirty looks as we walked up to the double-doors of the school.

Well, okay...

A lot.

Stares and whispers. Even laughter.

I gulped and pushed open the door, Gerard in tow. I turned to look at him and he smiled weakly. "It's okay," he mouthed, and I let out a breath I wasn't aware I was holding. He squeezed my hand and his smile widened. He started walking towards the office, and I followed him. We approached the secretary at the front desk, who gave us a weird look before actually looking at our faces. "Um, we need our schedules," Gerard spoke up.
She nodded. "Names?"
"Frank Iero," I said.
"Gerard Way."
She typed something on the keyboard before clicking, and the printer came to life. After a minute, two pages had been printed. She grabbed it from the printer dock and handed it to us, not speaking another word. Gerard handed one of the paper to me, the one with "Frank Anthony Iero" at the top. I looked over my schedule.

9-9:45
Arithmetic
Room 124

9:35-10:30
English
Room 345

10:30-11:15
History
Room 589

11:15-12
Sciences
Lab III

12-1
Lunch

1-1:45
Health
Gymnasium I

1:45-2:30
Free Period

2:30-3:15
Music
Room 999

My eyes skimmed over the paper. All the same classes, just different timings. I looked up at Gerard, who desperately grasped at my paper. I let him have it and his eyes darted between mine and his own. A small smile appeared on his face. "We have everything together," he announced, his smile widening.
"Oh my god, really?" was my reply. I was smiling too. He nodded. I pretty much pounced on him, my arms wrapped around his neck and my feet off the floor. He stumbled back a bit, but laughed when he balanced himself. I let him go, my feet hitting the floor with a thud, and looked up at him.
"You were really excited," he told me, "you're like a little kid." I pouted playfully and he ruffled up my hair. I didn't pay any attention to the secretary who was giving us strange looks. He took my hand and we started walking back into the hall. "So, do you want to go see some friends or something?"

I didn't reply. I assumed he knew by now I had no friends.

"Frankie...?"
"Yeah?"
He cocked an eyebrow. "Did you hear me?" I nodded. "Okay, what's your answer?"
"Gerard, I thought you knew by now I don't have any friends." He stopped walking and turned to me.
"I-I'm sorry," he whispered, looking anywhere but my eyes.
"It's fine, babe. Besides, if I did, I would stay with you." He smiled and met my gaze. He leaned down to kiss my forehead.
"I don't have any either. To be honest, sometimes I ditch classes. There's an abando--"
"Abandoned smoke area behind the school?" I interrupted. I went there sometimes to hide from Jack. His eyes widened.
"Ooh, it seems my Frankie is more rebellious than he seems." He cupped my face with his hands and kissed me again, this time on my lips. I smiled into the kiss and pressed my body into his. I pulled away as soon as I realized where we were, and that several kids were staring at us. He whined, so I playfully pulled on his hair and he hissed. I gave a self-congratulatory smirk and squeezed his hand. We started walking down the hallway, to the aforementioned smoke area behind the school. The smile on my face just wouldn't leave as I gripped his hand, despite all the insults being thrown at us.

"Faggot!"
"Gay!"
"Finally got a fuck buddy, Iero?"
A few pieces of paper were thrown at us. I knew they all said the same thing: slurs and death threats.

The smile didn't fade until a booming voice behind me said, "Iero? Way?"

Jack.

Notes

uh so i think i'm back on track with my writing
anyways,
i've decided i'm going to spare you guys and go with the happy ending i mentioned a few chapters ago, rather than the one that i said would make me break down while writing it
i just really wanted to see a story with an unhappy ending where nothing is resolved
but i have too much fun writing these fluffy chapters
sooo
yeah

xo