*Gerard’s POV*

He wasn’t here. Frank Iero didn’t show. And that made me really worried.
Standing immobile in a sea of rushing faces I feverishly scanned the halls, a heavy feeling in my gut. All the thoughts spinning through my head ended in what ifs. The final bell rang, and most of the students wafting about headed to class, leaving me loitering around my locker hopelessly.

“Shit, shit, shit, shit…” I muttered desperately, with part of my brain wondering absently why I was so anxious about this kid. Deciding to ignore that pesky section of my mind I set off in search for the main office. The middle aged lady behind the desk in the front office didn’t bother looking up as I approached, her attention captivated by her humming monitor and casting a sickly glow against her skin. I cleared my throat loudly.

“Mmm, Yes?” She murmured after tearing her eyes off the screen and assuming a bored professional look. “Oh, umm…” I stalled, suddenly aware that I had no excuse to be asking for a random persons house address. “Yeah, I, ah, I wanted to know, um-”

The woman just stared at me as I tried to think of a viable reason. I ground my teeth and leaned against the bench separating me from- I glanced at the plaque by the desk ladies elbow- Kathy Todd. “See, the thing is, my mother made some deal with a friend of hers whose kid goes to this school, and she said that I would give the guy a lift, but I wasn’t really listening and I didn’t catch the address. Can you tell me where Frank Iero lives?” Kathy continued to eye me dubiously for a further thirty seconds while I shifted from foot to foot, highly uncomfortable with this whole situation and disguising that fact rather poorly.

Finally, after a stretch of time where I avoided eye contact and tried (and failed) to whistle a jaunty tune, she sighed irritably and typed Frank's name into the school server, muttering to herself. "Right, yep, the Iero residents are at 225 Adelaide St, near the centre of town. You know it?" She glared up at me.

"Yeah, I live the next street over. Thanks." I nodded to her while sidestepping over to the door. I don’t actually have a car to give anyone a lift in, that part was total bullshit, but it also means that I now have to walk to Frank’s place. School had started, and I wasn’t sure whether he’d be home or if his parents were home or if he’d even let me in his damn home. Oh well. I just had to make sure the kid was okay.

Setting a brisk pace, I flinched and hissed at the obscene amount of sunlight drenching everything in colour and shimmering off the pavement. I began walking the familiar path back to my house but turned off one street early, crossing the road to get to the odd numbers. Counting down out loud to myself, I reached a two story white ensemble, complete with picturesque front lawn and picket fencing. Basically the opposite to my ramshackle and homely dwelling. Upon closer examination however, I noticed the grass was overgrown and the house really needed a fresh coat of paint.

"Okay, there is absolutely no reason to panic, none at all. You're just gonna turn up to a mysterious, attractive, suicidal boy’s house and ask if he’s alright.” My voice was strained and tight. Then a thought occurred to me. “OH SHIT, WHAT IF HE’S DEAD?!” I rushed forward in a sudden panic; nearly tripping and cracking my head open on the porch step, and pounded frantically on the door. When no one answered for a good two minutes I was left glanced wildly around.

Then I noticed the fucking doorbell.

Notes

Wow, sorry my outstanding one page is late, I've spent the past week procrastinating, not doing my homework and seeing councillors. I hate life. I might just kill Frank for kicks.