Started with a brother, how did it end up like this?

franks pov
"I fucked my brother-" ah, well that makes the insults that were thrown out a little more understandable. I thought it was awful when someone found my files in the principles office and then decided to share the reasoning behind my presence at this school with the class; and that was a year after I joined this school. Every day since I've had to put up with insults like 'watch out Iero's looking for his next victim' or 'he won't require cash next time', making it out like I'm a rapist. What I did was awful, but it was nothing like rape, for fuck sake.
But anyway, as I was saying, I thought it was bad people finding out a year after I joined, but for a teacher to share that information with the class on the first day is disgusting. Poor Gerard, I feel so bad for him. He's still curled up against the toilet cubical door, his knees tucked up into his chest and gentle sobs escaping from his chapped lips.
I don't really know what to do... I've never really had to comfort anyone before. A, because I’m generally a careless person when it comes to other people, and B, because I’ve never really had anyone to comfort before.
But... I guess now Gerard can count as one of those people, he's nice and kinda cute and he needs it.

I crouch down next to him, only the cubical door in between us.
"Hey, no, shh. It’s okay. It's nothing to be ashamed of yknow,"
"It isn't?" he questions, his sobs calming down so that they are almost silent now.
"Yeah... it isn't," I shake my head and move my eyes so that my line of vision is focused onto the grey square floor tiles, tracing patterns along the spaces between them.
"I -I was a prostitute..."
I continue to talk about it to him, well only the minor details, in hopes it will make him feel a bit better about himself. I've never opened up to anyone like this, but I guess it's best he knows now so he doesn't get too close. I finish and he remains silent. And 3..2..1is all I have to wait before he runs away. I sigh and hang my head in guilt, knowing full well any chance of a friend is out the window.

The lock on the door slowly turns and he pulls it open and shifts out of the way, engulfing me in a hug.
He looks up at me through his long eyelashes and between the curtains of his dark, shiny, soft hair, his eyes a mixture of brown and a vivid green. Mostly green though, well greener than they were earlier today. I remember the little circle of brown being more noticeable than the little flecks of green that are now shiny with the coat of tears lining his eyes. Not that I payed that much attention to his eyes earlier today, I mean they're really pretty but-
My thought tunnel is interrupted when his vision shifts so he's staring directly back into my eyes, when I feel my breath get caught in my throat and a feeling in my chest pulsating double.
"Thank you," he lets out in a hoarse whisper,
His glowing eyes slipping gently shut and his hand, which is wrapped around my back, is shaking. With out even thinking I gently press my lips against his warm, soft, tear stained cheek, sending a rush through out my body until I realise what I’ve just done and I jump away, slapping myself on the face in the process. Fucking idiot, why would you do that? The rumors are bad enough... maybe they're right; maybe I am just sick and horny.
"Shit I’m so sorry, I’m not like that honestly-" I try to apologize, leaning my forehead against the cubical door and hating myself for already ruining our friendship.
I turn to look at him, expecting a horrified expression, but instead he's smiling. He has his knees tucked into his chest, and his chin is resting on his kneecaps, a grin on his face, which he's trying to hide by biting his lip.
"Erm gee, you okay?" I ask.
"Yeah, yeah... let's go back to class." he replies, jumping up and walking ahead of me and out of the toilets back into the hall. Well at least he didn't run away from me... yet anyway.
I push open the classroom door and instantly everyone shoots his or her head up to look at me, except for Gerard who is looking straight ahead and grinning... for some reason.
I walk through the crowd of staring eyes, when the boy I'm passing coughs and mutters fag.
"Oh fuck off you prick." I snap, throwing his books on the floor and continuing to shuffle myself through the classroom.
"Iero, enough." the teacher shouts, causing me to jump and almost loose my balance.
The lesson drags on, with the usual insults thrown my way and now to Gerard as well. The strange thing is, he's just able to completely ignore them and keep that little grin on his face.
The lesson finishes and we're moving to next period.
"What do you have?" I ask, nudging Gerard on the shoulder and grabbing his attention as we walk through the halls.
"I’m not sure,"
"Well why don't you check," I say in a 'dur' tone, rolling my eyes and regretting it when it comes across as cocky and causes Gerard to almost shy away and his grin to vanish.
"Art" he continues after looking at his timetable.
"Sorry I didn't mean to- I'm just so used to having to-"
"Its okay." he sighs, as we walk the rest of the way in silence. I think we have all the same lessons, but I wanted to make sure in case he went to the wrong place, that would've been embarrassing for him.

I sit down in my usual seat in art, gesturing for Gerard to sit in the spare next to me. He hesitates at first but then sits down.

I'm fed up with turning around to see the side of his face. Even though he has a really nice jawline that’s not the point. I like to make eye contact with the apposed person when I’m trying to have a conversation.
He hasn't even looked at me once the whole lesson. 45 minutes he’s had his head down.
"Look at me," he turns his head reluctantly and he bites his lip and steers his eyes away from mine.
"Gerard, seriously. I’m not going to hurt you okay."
He looks at me, and then sighs, clicking his neck side to side casually.
"I didn’t doubt that. I was just concentrating, okay?" he buries his head back into his sketchbook, and continues with his work.
"On what?"
"My work idiot."
"Can i see?"
"No. No you cannot."
I lean over and carefully slide his sketchpad towards me when he's sharpening a pencil. Its a picture of a boy with hazel eyes, just like his, and thick eyebrows like his. I don’t know Gerard very well so they’re the only similar features I can pick out, but if I really payed attention to every detail of his face id probably be able to depict more.
He turns to continue with the shading when suddenly he realizes I've got his paper in my hands.
"I told you not to look!"
He goes to grab the paper but I place in front of him instead.
"Sorry, its just like... really good-"
I mutter, noticing the blush spreading over his face as the words leave my mouth.
"Who is it?" I continue, intrigued by his masterpiece.
"No one-"
"Well clearly its someone." I state.
"Its my brother okay?" he snaps, looking up at me, his eyes shiny.
"Oh" I feel a wave of embarrassment and guilt wash over me. Of course he wouldn't want to talk about it.
"He’s pretty. Well no, I mean yeah, no what I mean is... he has a nice facial structure. Yeah-"
Just stop talking frank.
To my relief, Gerard just chuckles.
"This doesn't do him justice, believe me."
"I can still tell he's attractive- I’m not hitting on your brother, I just wanted to... yeah. What I mean is, you can tell you’re related, you both have really nice features and-" I stop myself, again. I need a filter on my mouth.

Gerard blushes an even deep red, then lets his fridge flop down in front of his eyes, in attempt to hide the flushed pink color saturating his cheeks.
As if on cue, just as I'm about to start another conversation, the bell chimes through out the school indicating lunch break. The way the lessons are set up here is kind of weird; they start at 9.30, and then last an hour and a half each. Then, we have an hour lunch break and then another two ninety minute periods. Then its back to dorms and dinner and free time bla bla.
"Well I’m gonna go move my shit to my dorm, see you later frank." Gerard slings his backpack over his shoulder and leaves the art room, making his way down the hall.
"Hey wait, ill help," I snap out of my trance and catch up with him, tugging on his shoulder and pleading to let me help him.
"Sure what ever. I don’t know where I am though, we need to pick up a key and shit now I guess."
We make our way to the dorm officer and I knock on the door, probably a little too loud.
"Come in,"
I push open the door and I’m greeted with Ms. sanders. She’s by far the kindest staff member here.
"Ah Gerard, been expecting you. Now there’s been a muddle up and personally, knowing Jackson, you probably will not be comfortable with sharing a room with him anyway. Anyone you would like to share a dorm with?" Gerard looks down at the floor and he shakes his head, tugging the sleeves of his navy hoodie around his knuckles.
"He can share with me," I perk up, as Gerard’s head shoots up and his face instantly lights up.
"But frank, aren’t you sharing with Andy?"
"Yea but I hate him. Plus he always has friends in our room and then I’m made to sleep in the hall, anyway-"
She gives me a concerned glance and then sighs, clicking away at her computer.
"You should’ve just told me you weren’t happy, we could’ve moved you to someone who your comfortable withe earlier"
"But everyone hates me" I mutter under my breath, hoping no one heard, but it turns out both Gerard and Ms. sanders heard me.
"I don’t" Gerard starts. He looks me in the eye with a hard stare and a frown on his face.
"Frank if you’re ever struggling just talk to someone. I’m always here." Ms. sanders states, sympathetically smiling at me.
"Okay well, there’s a spare room on the second floor, number 227. 2nd corridor, furthest door on the left. You should both start moving your things now then, probably best frank does it before Andy returns, it’ll be easier, less fuss."
I nod and thankfully take the keys off her and I shove them into my pocket.
"Lets get yours first-"
"No its okay, well take yours,"
"No. I refuse." Gerard replies dragging me out of the office and towards the center of the corridor.

"I have no idea where I’m dragging you to." he admits, letting go of my arm so it flops back next to my side.
"Yeah its actually the other way." I state, smiling at his dumbfounded expression, then turning on my heels and leading him to my old dorm to collect all my crap.

I open the door and I look at the clock on my bedside table. 50 minutes. We can do this.
I pull out a case and empty my entire wardrobe into it, not caring to fold anything.
I rush into the bathroom and fill a plastic carrier bag with all the cosmetics on my side of the cabinet. I remember when I couldn’t be bothered putting my shampoo away properly, so it went past Andy’s made up 'line' and then that resulted in him binning it and then saying some really shitty things to me. I ended up punching him and he had to see the nurse, turned out I broke his nose.

i push away the memory and continue filling up the bag. Its pretty easy to tidy my things, everything in the room that belongs to me is on my side, and if it passes my bed then Andy would flip out and probably just bin it, if not break it somehow; so I'm extra careful where I place my belongings. You don't even understand how cautious I am with my guitar.
Speaking of my guitar, Gerard is sat on my bed strumming away on it. He’s pretty good, I mean he isn't exactly mind blowing but he's decent.
"You play?" I ask, throwing the filled carrier bag into the pile of other bags cases and boxes.
"Not really, my grandma taught me a bit. Mostly learnt stuff from Mikey though, he's the most amazing bass player. Honestly, you would be astonished," he carries on talking about his brothers bass hobby and i cant help but feel bad for him. It must've been awful, being in love with your brother. Personally, I don't believe its wrong, but pretty much everyone would disagree. And then being split up from each other all of a sudden really must be hard.
I finish and to be honest, not much has changed. Most the room was taken up by Andy’s side, and my stuff was tidy and sorted out to begin with.
-
After we moved all my stuff (not put it away just basically threw the bags into the room), we started collecting Gerard's. We only had around 15 minutes but we managed to get everything in the actual room, so after lessons we can tidy it away. Well its now 4th period, which is basically the last lesson of the day, and only half an hour left of the lesson, history.
I move my eyes back onto Gerard, slouched into the chair next to me, chewing on a pencil and not really paying attention, even though he’s looking straight ahead. I can tell nothing the teacher is saying is actually processing in his brain, as he’s just blankly staring at the wall with wide innocent eyes in his own world, as if he’s trapped in a void of thought.
His messy thick black hair frames his face perfectly, strands accidentally falling in front of his eyes every so often. He’ll often enough look around the room, taking in the surroundings and then return to the wide-eyed trance, placing his head in his hands. Then sometimes he'll snap out of it like he’s just realized something and you can tell, there’s that sort of face, which is a 'mental slap'. And then sometimes he’ll even look like he's actually talking to himself, contemplating something in his head. it does look a bit weird but I don't doubt I have done it before.
I don't realise I’ve been staring at him for the whole lesson until the teacher snaps me out of my stare.
"Franklin, care to explain what’s more interesting about Mr. Way here than my lesson and your education?"
Is that even a valid question?
"ANYTHING is more interesting than your lesson," I scoff, as I hear a few snickers from the back of the class. No one in any of my classes actually likes me, but they'll do anything for a bit of entertainment during lessons, they don't really care who or what, just something.

And I don’t just back chat for a reaction from the class, I guess it could be part of it, but I’ve been here for three years now and the teachers piss me off so much I have zero patience left anymore. Plus, it does entertain me, watching their smug stuck up smirks suddenly drop into dumbfounded frowns, then rage taking over their face as they pace the room in fury.

"Do you find that funny, bryar?" she snaps at 'bryar', aka the biggest fucking knob in history. (That name is not because he's in my history class, nor is it that because he has an increased size of dong compared to the normality, but purely because he is a dick head.)

Before anything else can be said, the bell
Rings through the school and students instantly bolt out of the door. I pull Gerard through the crowds of people and towards the dorms. Most people will go play sports, or go out into town, or to the bleachers, or if they're particularly rebellious then they will go drinking or to a bar in town. i know, this school is meant to be strict, but some of the students here there is no control over. This school is bullshit, its meant to help kids move on and behave, but instead all the actual bad kids get away with everything because they’re too hard to deal with and the school just focuses shouting at the kids who are sent because their parents don't except their religion or sexuality or something. They try fixing what cant be fixed whilst they push aside the kids who need fixing.

"That was pretty rude frank," Gerard mutters, looking straight ahead.
"What was?" I ask, confused.
"The back chatting to the teacher. She was just trying to help you."
I scoff and shake my head.
"Give it time gee"
He looks at me confused, until i tell him to forget it and shrug it off. i bet he can only last a week without practically loosing the will to live and taking it out on the teachers.

Notes

sorry for mistakes, i wanted to get this done tonight as i've been away on holiday and i felt bad bc i left it like a year
ok no so it was 12 days but what ever here u go soRRy
-frerardcrap
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