25 Reasons Why I Hate You

The rest of the evening went by uneventfully, Frank retreating to his room after a half an hour of mutual glaring between him and Mikey. Gerard was mostly just staring at his lap, feeling like crap and being really damn hungry because he refused to eat that shit that looked like fried weed [you don’t want to know why he knows how fried weed looks like] which earned him a ‘look’ [you know, one of those looks that give you creeps and make you wish you never exited your mother’s womb] from his mom.

He couldn’t wait to come home, seriously. Now that he’s finally there, he’s stuck listening to his parents arguing about another ‘something’ his mother asked his father to do and he wisely chose to ignore or some bullshit which resulted in them screaming at each other from the top of their lungs completely unaware of the fact that their sons might hear them. Gerard sighs and locks the door to his room, not even considering hanging out with Mikey - as much as he loved that kid, he acted like a total dick to Frank - even though he was the one being a dick to Gerard before anything else. Gerard got past that easily, but that doesn’t mean he still isn’t hurt. He’s just stopped crying himself to sleep for it. Kind of.

He tosses a Pantera CD into the player and turns the volume up, trying to make his parents realize they’re being too loud and making him even more flustered than that jerk already made him. He redresses into his pajama and brushes his teeth, before flopping onto his bed and shoving his head into the pillow. He almost suffocates when he realizes he’s pushing his head way too hard inside, and just about starts violently sobbing when Hollow comes along and the lyrics ‘He as hollow as I alone, a shell of my friend, just flesh and bone, there's no soul, he sees no love’ just make him whine loudly hoping the noise is too loud for anyone to hear him. He’s fucking sobbing again. Thanks, Frank.
Sunday goes by in avoiding human interaction until dinner, when Mikey bangs his door quite forcefully and literally threatens him that he will tell their parents about Gerard’s smoking if he doesn’t go and eat something which obviously chucks Gerard out of his room and into the kitchen where he makes cereal hoping nobody would come along and shit on him or something he did and completely ruin his appetite. Of course, his hopes are erased when his mom enters the kitchen.

“Where have you been the whole day? You know I hate it when you go out and not tell me where you’re going-”

“I wasn’t out,” he says indifferently while munching on his cereal. He doesn’t even care anymore, she is always complaining about something.

“What? You don’t have to lie to me, Gerard, I know I’m not the best mother ever but I sure don’t deserve to be lied to. I’m not as stupid as you think,” she eyes him top to bottom, like she’s trying to find something that’ll reveal his cunning intentions or something.

“I’m not lying,” he says after he swallows, “I was in my room for the entire day.”

“Are you kidding?” She snaps visibly.

“No,” he says nonchalantly and drinks the milk he has leftover when he eats all the cereal.

“You’ve been inside your room for the entire day?” She widens her eyes.

“Yes,” he sighs, now already annoyed. “What’s so weird about that?”

“Well, of course it’s weird! You’ve been acting really strange lately, you know? You’re all moody, spending all of your free time in your room, not making contact with any of us-”

“Are you fucking kidding me?” Now Gerard is the one to snap, because of obvious reasons.

“Mind your language!” She scolds him.

Suddenly, he can’t take it anymore.

“No, I won’t! Do you know why? Because you’re all full of shit. When have I ever made contact with any of you except Mikey for anything that didn’t involve school, transportation or food? When? Never. So tell me, mom, what’s my favorite band? Do I smoke? Who’s my best friend? What is my biggest fear? Am I a dog or a cat person? Do I like boys, girls or both? What do I think of the president? What’s my biggest passion? Do I cry every fucking night before I go to bed because the person I’m in love with hates my guts? Do you know any of these things?” He literally spits all of those words in a half hurt, half angry tone as he is looking at her with judgment. She’s just staring at him with glassy eyes and a really sad, almost vacant look. “Do you, then?”

“No,” her voice cracks, “I don’t.”

“Of course,” he glares at her and walks away, leaving her completely broken. He’s not sure why he’s done that, probably because he’s hurt and needs to vent, not because he’s the worst son ever and all he wants to do is make his mother unhappy. They just don’t get each other, but it’s not like she’s interested in him. But she deserved it.

Because, for some reason, Gerard knows all about her. He knows that she adores Duran Duran, that she loves E.E. Cummings and raspberry pie. He knows her favorite song by Queen is I Want To Break Free and he knows she and dad had their first dance whilst Imagine by John Lennon was playing. He knows she has a not-so-secret stash of pricy liqueurs behind the bowls inside one of the cupboards. He knows she’s a dog person, even though she’s only had cats while she was growing up. He knows she hates the fucking president. He knows all those stuff even though he and her don’t have a perfect relationship. Why? Because he cares about those stuff, and about her. Although, this has made him question if she does, too.

He goes downstairs into his room, brushes his teeth and goes to bed, not even caring about anything else. Luckily enough, he manages to pass out before any of the depressing thoughts about Frank hit his head so he’s fine, just sleeping away ‘til his 7 am drill buzzer informs him he has to get up and head to the martyr institution. He sighs and groans and moans, hoping he will get there in time. Mikey always straightens his hair and he has to drive him to his school which is further than Gerard’s and it’s all one huge annoying thing Gerard has to get done before he leaves this shitty family and this shitty town and this shitty life.

He puts some skinnies and some eyeliner on and a really worn out Hanoi Rocks t-shirt which he’s had no idea he even owns appears to be clean so he puts that on too and he’s ready to go. He calls Mikey from the bottom of the stairs, telling him to hurry up while he’s draining his coffee. When he’s done, he grabs his keys and coat, yelling a last ‘I’m off, enjoy walking to school’ to the little prick.

At that moment Mikey comes surging down the stairs, puts on sneakers and runs after Gerard, who’s already gotten a Bad Brains record inside the player and is starting the car. Mikey hops in and they make small talk before Gerard drops him off and drives to his own school. He’s slightly late, but Mrs. Kendall is always three minutes late, so it’s fine. Gerard runs over to his locker and then inside the classroom, just making it in time before the bell rings and everyone is silent. He sees someone waving at him from the back and recognizes Lindsey, who’s motioning him to come sit beside her. He heads back there, and is about to sit down when something hits his forehead and he turns around to see who it is. Of course everyone’s giggling and looking at him and of course that makes it impossible for him to recognize the person who’s done it.

He sits down with a sigh, and Lindsey pats his back comfortingly, “Come on, cheer up.”

“You know there’s like a 90% impossibility for that to happen,” he puts his head on her shoulder.

“Oh, shut up,” she ruffles his hair. The teacher comes in five minutes later and tells them to write whatever they want because she’s always like that when they have her the first period. Gerard sighs and pretends to write something, but gets interrupted by a knock on the door.

Next thing he knows, a guy enters the classroom, looking really awkward and afraid. He’s kind of tall, taller than Gerard anyway, with longish, curly brown hair partly hidden under a black beanie. He is really pale, with weirdly light green eyes and a really feminine and cattish glimpse to his features. He’s wearing a ragged, long gray coat with some black, straight cut jeans and combat boots. He’s really cute, but he isn’t really Gerard’s type. Gerard obviously liked them short, cute and fucked up, named Frank Iero.

“Hi, sorry, I’m new here and it says here this is my first class…” Gerard spaces out a bit while the guy is talking so he can’t hear shit, but the dude has a really weird accent. He’s obviously fluent as fuck, but it’s clear to Gerard that this guy certainly isn’t American. He’s too classy to be, and his accent is giving a really foreign vibe, too.

He turns to Lindsey to ask her something, but smirks as he sees her face turned completely blank as she’s staring into the guy.

“Linds?” He nudges her shoulder.

“Y-yeah?” Lindsey looks mortified, and she’s still staring into the guy.

“Love at first sight?” Gerard coos, earning an elbow into his side.

“Shut up, he’s just really really horribly hot,” she sighs. “I don’t think he’d like me, though.”

“You should get to know him, maybe he would. Heck, everyone would,” Gerard tries to encourage her.

“Yeah. I mean, I’m gay as fuck, but you know what I mean,” he smiles and she rolls her eyes.

“Idiot.”

“You know you love me,” he muses. She rolls her eyes but grins this time.

“Can’t argue with that. Speaking about love, what’s up with you and Frank?” She raises an eyebrow and his stomach churns. He really isn’t in the mood to talk about Frank.

“Nothing. He hates me.” Gerard looks into his lap. “Can we like, not talk about him for a day and just focus on the hot new guy and stalk his ass and make him fall endlessly in love with you?”

“Sure, babe,” she says and kisses his cheek while the teacher isn’t looking.

*

By lunchtime Lindsey and Gerard have their plan all organized and planned and all they need to do is wait for the seventh period to end. Gerard knows Frank has been glaring at him and Lindsey for at least thirty minutes now, but he doesn’t look his way even once, he knows it’d hurt too much.

The Hot Guy’s name is Willie or something and he’s from somewhere in Scandinavia obviously, but they still haven’t figured that one out. Gerard doesn’t even know how to find Scandinavia on a map, so.

“Why is he all alone like that?” Lindsey makes a sad face.

“Who? Frank or Willie?” Gerard sighs and Lindsey echoes it.

“I’ll talk to Frank later, don’t worry about him. I’ve left him bathe in sorrow of not having me around long enough. I’m talking about Willie,” she throws a glance towards the boy, who’s currently sitting at the other end of the cafeteria with earphones in and a sad face. Poor dude. Gerard certainly knows the pain of being the new guy.

“Yeah, you do that,” Gerard sighs. “And Willie’s gonna be fine.”

“Yeah, I guess,” Lindsey smiles.

Notes

This is Willie,

and if you know who he is, I will love you to death.
And no, his name isn't actually Willie. But he is Scandinavian.
And I've been obsessed with him since 5th grade. [See what I did there? No? Okay.]

Anyway, I know this chapter sucks dick, and I'm sorry about that. I've just had trouble with words, and sorry for the wait, too.

Don't question the description.
And don't question why I brought this guy into the fic, I just felt like it and Rogue gets submissive sometimes.

xo

- Milo