The Adventures Of Frank, The Perpetually Angry Teenager

FUCKING ALARM CLOCK, SHUT THE FUCK UP! My hand shoots out, knocking the fucking thing off of the bedside table and onto the floor, fortunately ripping the plug out of the socket and shutting it up.

Scowling at the universe, I sit up, feeling surprisingly optimistic about today, in a very grumpy way. Getting out of bed, I take a shower before trying to figure out what to wear. My usual converse just don't seem right for today, but what the hell else can I wear? I dig through my closet, and miraculously find something I didn't know I had; a pair of jet black combat boots.

Shrugging, I pull them out, putting on a clean pair of boxers as I look for an acceptable pair of pants to wear. I manage to find an acceptably tight pair of gray jeans and put them on, pulling on the combat boots and looking at my shirtless self in the mirror. So far, so good. Oh, right! The eyeliner!

I apply it generously, smudging it all around my eyes. Finally, I put on the shirt I got yesterday, a black shirt with mostly yellow long sleeves. I have to admit, I look pretty fucking cool.

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Well, unfortunately, cool clothes don't make school any better. Sitting in math class, I feel someone poking at my head with a pencil. I turn around and glare at him.

"What the fuck do you want?"

"I was just wondering, did you get into a fight or something?" The idiot is smiling like a fucking pig.

"What."

"All that black around your eyes."

"Oh my god." I roll my eyes, turning back around and ignoring him still trying to shove graphite into my fucking skull. I really hate school.

By lunchtime I'm so fed up that I decide to just not eat lunch and go hang out alone in back of the school.

I'm just sitting here, minding my own business, when some kid with bright red hair comes walking up to me.

Without thinking, I say something stupid. "The fuck do you want?"

"Oh nothing, you're just sitting in my usual spot." He doesn't say it threateningly, he just kind of smirks at me.

Looking more closely at him, I suddenly realize who he is. This is Gerard Way, kind of a popular kid. Although I've never figured out exactly how. Sure, he's outgoing and funny and- well let's just say he's got all the good qualities of a popular teen-, but he's also...kind of a punk, and he seems to hate everyone that loves hanging out with him. Probably not best to mess with him.

"Man, fuck off, I just came out here to be alone." Apparently I'm feeling pretty confidant today.

"What a coincidence, so did I."

"Well congrats, we both fucking failed."

He pulls a half-full pack of cigarettes out of his pocket. "Cigarette?"

Well isn't that the question of the day. On one hand, I do kind of want to try it. I mean, my life is already pretty fucked up, how could it get worse? On the other hand though, I've never smoked a cigarette before, so I don't want to trip up and do something stupid. Nothing makes me angrier than people laughing at me.

Gerard quickly interrupts my thoughts. "Never before have I seen someone give so much thought to such a simple question."

"Well I don't fucking know if I want a god damned cigarette, alright?" I sneer at him before returning to staring at my boots.

He just looks at me thoughtfully. "That's not much of an answer."

"Well, probably because I ain't got much of a fucking answer for you."

He puts them away without even taking one out for himself. "You're a strange person." He gets up, heading back towards the main part of the school, and I'm left here trying to think of the answer to that stupid question. Do I want a cigarette?

Notes

Yeah I dunno I guess it's hard for me to not push Frank and Gerard together. But, we'll see what happens. Who knows, Gerard could just continue to piss Frank off and have nothing come of it.