100% Certified Straight

Frank's POV


It's hard to live life when the last thing you want to do is get out of bed in the morning. And that's exactly how Frank Iero felt. For the past month or two, his heart had just. Hurt. And he hadn't felt motivated to do, well, anything at all. He was probably failing most of his classes by now but he found that he didn't care. Who fucking cared anymore, what was the point? There was none. There was no point anymore.

The sun was shining right in his face, and he pulled his covers over his head, trying to block it out. The sun was bad. Day was bad. Sure, night was home to nightmares and bad dreams and emotions and- and razor blades but the day. The day was worse. Everything was exposed in the daytime, there was no hiding.

Before he could go back to sleep, his mom started yelling at him from downstairs. "Frank Iero, get out of bed and get ready for school!" She yelled, and Frank could hear the frustration in her voice. But she didn't understand. None of them did. Nevertheless, he got out of bed, pulling on a pair of jeans, some old Converse, and a black hoodie. He didn't bother showering, it wasn't like he was trying to impress anyone.

School was literally the worst. You had to go and you had to pretend to pay attention and then memorize a bunch of useless shit just to get good grades. And what for? Day after day, doing nothing but torturing yourself to please some adult. All he wanted was- ...what did he want? He wasn't sure. But he was sure it wasn't this. Maybe a cool car would help. Maybe...maybe a boyfriend would help.

He couldn't believe he'd actually just thought that. His hometown wasn't exactly the most accepting place ever. If anyone so much as suspected that you wasn't 100% certified straight, well, you might as well just leave town then and there.

He walked down the 'bus lane', passing the long line of cars that was parents dropping their kids off, and listening to little snippets of their conversation.

"...and eat all of your..."

"...don't you dare trip the fire alarm again..."

"...why on earth do you insist on..."

"I just don't understand, mom!"

Oh, that sounded interesting. He slowed down a little to listen. He should probably feel bad about that but, eh, oh well. "Why the hell did we have to move now? There's not even a month left of the school year!"

"I'm sorry Gerard, but my work wouldn't let me wait until summer, I've told you that."

This 'Gerard' guy was pretty hot. His hair was dyed a bright red and, well, to be honest he was probably gonna get beat up today. Dyed hair was another taboo. Maybe...nah. Who would listen to a guy like Frank anyways.

He shrugged it off, heading to class.

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After lunch, he was heading down the hallway to get to his regular lunch spot when he noticed a group of jocks wearing unusually large grins. He only heard two phrases: 'red-hair', and 'library'. He took off running. He had to get there before the jocks did. Just because he had neglected to warn Gerard about the danger doesn't mean he was going to just leave him, especially when he knew he could help.

Finally he reached the library, sighing in relief when the jocks weren't there and searching for Gerard's unmistakable red hair. Now he just had to figure out how to persuade him to leave.

Notes

Yeah I dunno, I thought it would be interesting to write something about Frank helping Gerard adjust to a town where basically everyone is a huge asshole. Hope you enjoy!