You Can Cry All You Want To, I Don't Care

The day drags on, every class besides art seeming to last for hours and hours rather than just forty five minutes. I finally finish my last class of the day and I'm looking forward to going back to my room and crawling into bed but as I touch the door handle it swings open a little and I sigh, knowing I locked it this morning and if it's open Bert probably broke in again to trash my stuff. I close my eyes and push the door open fully, taking a step in before opening my eyes, expecting the worst but what I see surprises me and this morning comes flooding back to my mind. The room is very messy, but for once it's not my stuff thrown all over the floor. My stuff is still neat and in its place which means that the dark haired boy kneeling on the floor is kneeling in his own mess. I stand there waiting for him to acknowledge me but he doesn't seem to notice, his back still to me as he leans right over to slide something under his bed, his shirt riding up and his pants sliding down a little and I can just see the hint of his boxers sticking out the top of his pants below the very enticing strip of skin he's flashing me, ink littering his hips but I can't make out what it is. I feel my mouth water, thoughts of running my tongue over the lines permanently etched into his skin running through my mind. I make a small involuntary whine/moan and he tries to sit back up, slamming the back of his head into the bottom of his bed in his haste to see who's behind him. "Oh god I'm so sorry I didn't mean to..." "No no it's ok" he assures me, his hand coming up to rub the back of his head as he sits back on his legs and faces me, a lop sided, slightly embarrassed smile on his face. "I didn't hear you come in, that's all." "Sorry" I mutter again as I lower my head and cross the room, careful not to step on any of his stuff as I make my way to my bed. "Sorry about the mess, I'll try to sort it all quickly." "It's ok" I tell him, tugging off my tie before grabbing some comfortable sweatpants and a t shirt, making my way into the bathroom and closing the door. 'Oh my god he's so beautiful' I think to myself as I change. 'Don't be fucking creepy and weird' I remind myself as I leave the bathroom, walking back over to my bed and pulling back the covers. "Are you ok?" Frank asks and I nod. "Why are you going to bed then?" "Nothing better to do" I tell him and he frowns before saying "You could hang out with friends?" I sigh before saying "Yeah I'm sure if I had friends I could. Look if I'm bothering you just tell me and I can leave...." "No you're not bothering me, sorry" he says softly before turning away from me and I mentally kick my own ass, wondering why I had to go and ruin whatever chance I had at friendship with him. Ten minutes later Frank says "Gerard I'm sorry if I said the wrong thing." 'He's apologising to me?' I think, confused before saying "No really it's fine." We stare at each other for a few seconds before he stands up, crossing the room and kneeling beside my bed. "You really don't have any friends here?" I shake my head before saying "Nope, I'm invisible as you'll come to see. Even my own brother ignores me." "Oh, that sucks, I'm sorry. How long have you been here?" "Like a year and a half." "Well you seem cool, from what I've seen you have a great taste in comics" he says, motioning to the pile of new comics sitting on the table, "Do you wanna be friends?" "Are you serious?" I ask and he smiles and says "Why wouldn't I be?" "Ok, sure" I tell him and he smiles before getting up again and crossing the room to his side, his stuff mostly packed away now. "So tell me about this place." "What do you want to know?" "Well, I guess I should get the reason why I'm here out of the way. Bullies?" I bite my bottom lip, wondering how anyone could bully someone so small and beautiful. "Uh, the football team is kinda douchy but that's such a cliche right? They rough house I think more than anything, they've never done anything to me. And Bert, but he mostly loves getting me so..." "Is that who hit you earlier?" I stare at him confused, wondering how he could have known that my stomach went ten rounds with Bert's fists this morning. "Your lip was bleeding when we met" he tells me and I nod, "Yeah, that was Bert." "Ok" he says, nodding his head. "You'll have to show me who he is." I nod back "Popular kids?" I scoff before saying "The hive of popularity stems from my brother and his douche bag roommate Pete." 'Im sure you'll become quiet well acquainted with them when they take you from me' I add in my head. We continue on with our conversation for a while, Frank asking questions and I answer them as best I can until my stomach growls and Frank laughs before saying "Come on, let's go get some dinner." I slip on shoes and we leave the room, locking the door behind us and making our way back to the cafeteria.

After dinner we are heading back to our room when we pass Mikey and Pete in the hallway and Mikey shoots me a questioning look before smiling a little and I start to smile back when Pete steps over and slings his arm around Franks shoulders. "Hey new kid, I'm Pete, this is Mikey" he says, gesturing to Mikey. "Frank" Frank says back and Pete smiles before saying "Come on Frank, we'll introduce you around" as he starts leading Frank away from me. Mikey shoots me a small apologetic smile before turning and walking with them down the hall in the direction we just came from and I hear Pete ask "So which room you in? Who's your roomie?" And Frank says "Um, Gerard." "Who the fuck is that? Is he new too?" I hear Pete ask and I feel my bottom lip quiver as my eyes prick with tears and I run the rest of the way down the hall, letting myself into our room and climbing into bed, pulling the cover over my head and crying into my pillow until I feel better.

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