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My feet pounded against the concrete, my bag smacking against my hip. My breathing ragged due to my shitty lungs but I know if I slow down I'll regret it. I hear rapid stamps of feet behind me as my tormentors are running not that far behind me.

I cant stop running, I cant stop or it will end in pain. My body aches and my lungs feel like they will explode, I don't even care about the people walking on the side walk, the jocks certainly don't so why should I.

Let me explain. I'm Frank Iero and since I'm openly gay at a catholic school... well you can see the problem. My mother hates it but since the year is almost up I'm not moving schools. My dad has a place for me at his big record company, I love him dearly. When he retires I get his head position, I have wanted that since I was 10 and old enough to hold a guitar.

Anyway back to reality... I was running to my friend Mikey Way's house since he normally keeps me hidden from the jocks. It's Friday so he would have bass practice and cut class, he should be home now as always.

The jocks seem farther behind now but I can still hear their yells. Luckily I approach the door I need to get to and knock on it, no not knock I almost break the damn door down as I hear the jocks coming closer.

When the door opens unexpectedly I fall backwards with a thud, the jocks can still be heard so whom ever opened the door closes it with a slam as the jocks approach.

I look up to see someone I haven't seen since last year, the flash of red hair gives it away, the beautiful hazel eyes that gaze upon me worriedly. When I finally gain breath I jump up and lunge myself at the familiar 22 year old who hugs back immediately.

"GEE! I had no idea you would be back so soon!" I squeal and wrap my legs around Gerard's waist. Gerard is Mikey's older brother, they lived together but he went off to New York for college, he just graduated as well.

"Frankie! I'm so happy to see you, what the fuck happened back there! MIKEY!" He yells and I unwrap my self from him but I still smile widely at him. Mikey's footsteps pound down the stairs and he lunges at me.

"Dude! I totally forgot about unlocking the door! Did they hurt you? Did the fucking assholes hurt you?!" He demands checking my face to see a black eye and his face turns from worried to anger in 2 seconds flat.

"Mikey I'm fine, I know you're all over-protective and shit and I love you too dude but seriously what else can you expect. I'm the school faggot" I laugh humourlessly and Gerard clears his throat. He too looks pissed, I forgot he was a mother-hen, even more so than Mikey.

"What the fuck is going on and who were those guys" said Gerard in a demanding, stern tone and he wraps me up in another warm hug.

"These dudes at our school chase Frankie to and from school everyday since he's openly gay. He normally escapes but when he doesn't..." Mikey answers and Gerard's grip on me tightens making breathing a difficult task.

"Man can I breath?" I choke jokingly and Gerard smiles somewhat fondly down at me and mutters an apology.

Mikey dismisses himself to get the first aid kit and Gerard sits me on the couch. "I'm glad your home Gee" I sighed and rested my head against his shoulder, I have had a crush on this dork since I was little. He rests his head on top of mine and takes my hand in his "So am I Frankie, so am I" He sighs as well but it's a happy one.

I didn't know who kissed who but suddenly there we were, on the couch and making out. He was lying on top of me and pinning my hands to the couch. Mikey comes in but doesn't act surprised, just mutters an "I knew it, ray owes me $10" Before walking out with a not so hidden grin.

When we come up for air Gerard whispers in my ear "You don't have to run anymore Frankie, I'm home now and I'm not leaving ever again"

That's when I realised, yeah... I didn't have to run anymore...

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