Gerard walked briskly, trying not to be seen by one of the many on-campus girls, who all seemed to be pining for him. He walking into the main office, and Loretta motioned to the pile of suitcases in the corner for him to grab.

He picked them up, and exhaled in relief for not being seen; though apparently prematurely, because right before the door was about to shut behind him, Gerard heard familiar voice behind him call “Gee-Baby!”

Gee quickly caught the door, and pulled it open, and spun, looking down at the small-framed red-headed girl. “Hey, Alice.”
(Really, why me? I mean, why can't short chicks go annoy, oh, I dunno. People their size! Which is also known as, not me.)

“Hey, Gee! What's up? Why the bags? Please tell me that you didn't get expelled, oh, Gee!” She went on and on and on.

“No, I didn't get expelled. Actually, I just got a roommate, and this is his stuff, and I need to be getting back to him. We have matters to speak about.” Or, well, there were matters that Gee wanted to talk about. Except, more act upon. Either way! Gerard wanted to be there, and not here.

“Ooooh, can I come? Do I get to meet him? Is he as cute as you?”
(As cute as me, that's just bullshit. These girls don't want me because I'm cute. They want me because I have money. And apparently am “sweet”. Which is also bullshit because rumors. I don't talk to these people.)

“In actuality, I'm pretty sure that Frankie's tired. And, I'm tired, too. So, maybe later. But, you can't come right now,” Gerard said quickly, wanted to leave.

“Yea, right. You're just being a faggot. I know when I'm not wanted. Most guys would consider themselves lucky to have me. You're just an ugly bitch. I don't want you anyways.”

Gerard didn't know what to say. That took a sharp turn for the worst there. And, not only that, she just voiced his complete thoughts about himself. So he wasn't the only one who thought that.

Tears stinging his eyes, he moved as fast as he could back down the stairs and to his room.

He was in front of the door in a mere couple seconds, being faster than average for reasons unknown to him, or anyone else. Gee swallowed his pain as best as he could, scrubbing his eyes with the palms of his hands. After he got his breathing as regular as he could, and to the point where at least he wasn't sniffling – though his face was set in a hard, unhappy mask – he opened to door to Frank sitting on Gee's bed and watching TV.

“Hi!” Frankie called cheerfully, obviously more comfortable being here. Gerard stonily nodded in his direction, careful not to rearrange his features, because he knew that if he did he'd break down completely.

But Frank's face immediately fell, his dark hair partially falling into his pretty hazel eyes which were clouding with concern.

“What's wrong? Did I do something? Please tell me it wasn't me?” Frankie questioned in a hyper manor. He jumped up and grabbed one of the three suitcases, and struggled to help Gee carry the bags into his room as fast as possible so that he may question Gerard some more about why he wasn't okay. Because, Gerard, was in fact, not, okay.

Once the suitcases were moved, Frankie pushed Gerard back so he was sitting on the foot of Frankie's bed, legs crisscrossed.

Frank sat kneeling in front of him, and brushed his hair away from Gerard's face.

“Now. What's wrong?” Frank asked, his features scrunching up in a way that was magnificently adorable.

Gerard opened his mouth, but no words came out. Instead, his lip trembled, and tears filled his eyes yet again before burning down his face, which he hid in his hands, slouching forwards, head pressing Frankie's chest.

“I'm shit. Complete and utter shit.” Gerard's muffled sobs came out. “And you probably think I'm pathetic, and omigod, but I don't even care anymore. I just... complete and utter shit. That's all I am. All I ever will be.”