You Are A Beautiful Human ((Frerard))

I wait in the hallway for what seems like an age for the doorbell to ring. When it finally does I freeze for a moment unsure of what to do. Quickly I come to my senses and open it, relieved to hear Gee’s voice. I hand them the £10 note in my hand to cover the taxi fare and wait while they run out and pay. Once they’re back I invite them in and up into my room. I can hear their breathing’s shaky and them sniffling from time to time.
“Shh, there’s no need to cry” I offer my best attempt at advice “What happened?” There’s a tense silence before Gee takes a deep breath.
“A-at school, there’s this really bigoted teacher and h-he kept making a point of using the wrong pronouns and calling me Gerard a- and i- um” they trail off, I know this isn’t all of the story.
“Is Gerard your birth name?” I ask.
“Y-yeah I hate it” they reply.
“Okay what else happend?”
“I was- it was r-really getting me worked up I couldn’t stand it and then I snapped and threw my p-pencilcase across the room please don’t hate me frank I was just getting so stressed a-and I never meant to hurt anyone I never have b-but it hit one of the popular girls and the teacher took her outside to check she was okay but no one checks if I’m okay they just think I’m a psycho and leave me to it but I didn’t mean to do any of this and I swear the teacher was doing it deliberately in the first place” they gabble before pausing to take a breath.
“It’s okay, he should of respected you and your pronouns” I murmur “What else happened”
“Once the t-teacher left the room the class exploded, they kept saying how they were gonna kill me for this a-and they grabbed my sketchbook I- I carry it around everywhere its everything to me a-and they started ripping out all my drawings a-and turning them into fucking spitballs and teasing me and I- I feel like such an idiot a-and they kept saying they were gonna kill me and I couldn’t deal with it anymore so I just grabbed as much as I could and ran out of the building while everyone laughed” they told me before letting out a little wail.
“That’s disgusting” I exclaimed “Why didn’t you tell another teacher or call up your dad?”
“N-no one listens I’m just a crazy faggot to them, you’re the only one who seems to care and believe me” they confided.
“Of course I care, of course I believe you, fuck you deserve so much better than this” I mutter. I slowly pull them into a hug, not sure whether they’d be okay with it. To my relief they wrap their arms around my neck and relax onto my shoulder for a few moments.
“Frankie, Are they going to kill me or not?” they ask nervously pulling away. I smile for a split second at the nickname before sitting confused for a moment.
“What?” I question quietly.
“Everyone at school said they were gonna kill me”
“Oh gee no no, no one’s going to kill you, it’s a figure of speech that’s all”
“Okay” they reply and I feel them relax slightly “Sorry, for this you’ve only known me for less than 51hours and look at me, offloading all my shit on you”
“It’s fine, this is clearly long overdue for you, you deserve a shoulder to cry on” I remind them. They don’t say anything but I hear a slight hum of agreement. I listen closely to their breathing, it’s shallow and shaky, they aren’t as calm as I thought.
“Hey Gee, can I show you something?” I ask.
“What?”
“Can you pass me that guitar?” I gesture to the corner of my room I think it’s in and hear Gee’s footsteps go in the right direction before feeling the familiar cold object being pushed into my hands. I reach under my bed and pull out a small amp, feeling along for the hole to plug the guitar in. I check the volume isn’t too loud and reach in my drawer for a pick.
“Wanna hear a song?” I offer, positioning the guitar and feeling along the fretboard.
“Yes please” I hear Gee mumble. I think for a moment about which song to play before deciding on one. Stage 4 fear of trying. I begin plucking the strings, I can tell which are which almost instinctively. I silently count myself in before starting to sing.
“If I face my fear, would my skies be all but clear? Probably not, then again, I’ve always held my doubts so close to my heart that these frames trapped all my better days, there they stay frozen and unscathed” I sing, my voice a little croaky at first. I keep going, aching to be able to see Gee’s reaction. Once I finish the room falls silent for a few seconds.
“That- that was amazing” Gee breathes. I smile and feel myself blush and tilt my head down.
“Bet it’s not as good as your art though” I comment before gulping, realising I hit an all too sensitive nerve “Hey maybe there’s something we can do with your sketchbook, where is it?” I hear movement and then a pile of paper being handed to me. “Is this it?”
“Yes” they sigh. I feel around, from what I can tell there is a front cover and back cover still relatively intact and a few crumpled pages still attached. But as I move it I feel tons of smaller pieces fall to my feet and a whimper from Gee. There are a few a4 pages still around but very crushed and the rest seem to be ripped into 2 or 3 pieces. I can feel the distinctive texture of dry paint on many of them making me shudder. I can’t bear to think about how many years of work have just been ripped to shreds. They’re right, there doesn’t seem to be any hope for this and I don’t know what to say. They seem to be thinking the same thing because I hear them sigh. Just then, the sound of my mum’s voice interrupts us.
“Pizza’s ready! I know it’s the middle of the day but whatever” she announces. We both head downstairs towards the delicious smell “On the left is a lactose free plain cheese pizza on the right is pepperoni, Gee, have some of whichever you want or a bit of both, whatever you want”
I sit on down on the sofa, the pizza on the table in front of us and feel the cushion dip as Gee sits down next to me.
“Your Mum is so nice” Gee remarks.
“Yeah” I agree “We’re close as fuck”
“Aw lucky, mine committed suicide when I was like a week old” they confide.
“Shit, I’m so sorry” I murmur.
“It’s no biggie, I never even knew her so it’s not like I can miss her”
“I guess”
“So what happened to your dad?”
“Oh god, that dickhead? He left my mum as soon as he heard she was pregnant.”
“Wow men can be idiots” They hiss.
We put on some music and sit and chill for a while, chatting about nothing. I listen as they ramble about bands and we both end up giggling like 13year olds. It’s fun and relaxed and it feels so good to have someone who isn’t my mum around, someone my own age. I find myself singing along to dance dance and notice them join in a moment later. I sit shocked, they’re only mucking around but their voice is incredible. Why aren’t they the lead singer of a band already?
“Do you have any idea how good you are at singing?” I ask.
“What?” They gasp, surprised.
“You’re fucking talented” I exclaim.
“I am?” They mumble nervously.
“Yes!”
“Thanks, I guess, wow”
After a while we head back upstairs and lay on the bed chatting. I find out a lot about them, how they live in a flat with their dad, that time they met Pete Wentz, when one time they snuck to the other side of London to see panic! at the disco. Before I know it, it’s time Gee went home and reluctantly they call their Dad to pick them up. Their Dad sounds angry and I can hear him on the other end, I struggle but I can make out their conversation.
“Gerard, I had a call today from your school, what do you think it was about?” He bellows.
“I- I skipped the afternoon” They mumble.
“That’s just the tip of the iceberg, you assaulted another pupil!”
“I- I didn’t mean to the teacher was stressing me out” they cry “Is Katie alright?”
“She just had a bit of a bruise but that’s not the point you’ve got yourself suspended because you can’t keep your emotions in check. The teacher had your best interests at hea-”
“Misgendering me is not my best interests!”
“Misgendering you!? Are you still on about that bullshit? You need to man up, that’s all the teacher was asking you to do and now you’ve got yourself suspended for it. 3 days. I don’t want to see you in those 3 days or I might just rip your head off your shoulders. Stay wherever the hell you are now, go to school on Friday, I’ll see you then” He rants before hanging up. Theres a tense moment of silence and I feel Gee’s pain radiating off them.
“Man, your dads fucking cruel” I mutter.
“I don’t disagree” they whisper “we’ve never got along”
“Lemme just ask my mum if you can stay here for the next few days, hopefully he’ll calm down before friday and relent slightly and you can go home sooner, I mean not that I’ve not been enjoying having you here” I offer. “Mum!!” I call downstairs. I hear her run upstairs and the door open.
“Oh my god, gee honey, are you crying?” She exclaims rushing over. I feel like an idiot for not noticing.
“Can they stay here for the next few days? They got suspended from school and their dad is super angry about it, please their dad’s a dickhead” I plead.
“Okay I guess, what happened” She asks “You don’t seem like the suspension type”.
“I don’t- I didn’t mean anything, but the teacher kept on misgendering me and making a point of calling me Gerard, that’s my birth name and it was rlly pissing me off a-and I mean if someone spent an hour constantly deliberately calling you, I don’t know, Greg and using he pronouns towards you it’d get to a point where you snap and just yell “Shut up already”, like, I don’t know, it might not seem like a big deal to you but it was really getting me worked up and he knew it and kept on going so, I don’t know, I just snapped like I said a-and threw my pencilcase across the room, I don’t know what came over me I’m not normally like that and it wasn’t aggressive or to hurt anyone I’d never do that I was just really stressed, but yeah I- it hit one of the popular girls, purely by accident, I’m sorry you probably don’t want me in your house now, but yeah then someone grabbed my sketchbook and started ripping it apart and like they tore up 2 years worth of drawings right there and were shouting at me so I just grabbed as much as I could and stormed out the building” Gee gabbles.
“Of course I don’t mind having you here” she reassures “Are you normally bullied?”
“I- I guess” they mumble.
“Well you were bound to snap at some point, I mean it doesn’t make throwing stuff okay but it’s a valid explanation and then the whole ripping up your sketchbook thing that totally makes anything you did seem like nothing, the other students better be getting punished too. Have you told your dad the full story?”
“Hmm. And yeah I tried but he didn’t really let me continue because he says it’s for my own good and that I need to “man up” but like I’m not a man I’m neutrois, neutral gender”
“That’s like homophobia isn’t it?”
“Yeah, transphobia”
“Okay, well stay here as long as you want, this entire situation is so unfair on you” my mum sighs.
“Thank you so much- er” They start. I remember Gee still doesn’t know my mum’s name.
“Debbie” I hiss.
“Debbie” they repeat.
“No problem” she replies with a smile in her voice.
“You are so kind, Frank is very lucky to have you as a mother” they comment.
“I agree” I pipe up.
“Aw thanks you two” she murmurs embarrassed “What’s this?” I feel her reaching down and picking something up and I wonder what’s happening. No one says anything for a few moments until my mum opens her mouth again “Is- is this frank?”.
“What me?” I ask. No one says anything. “What is it guys?”
“I- I drew you” Gee whispers “A piece was on the floor”
I smile, surprised but touched. Why would they draw me though? “Thanks I guess”
“Well I’ll leave you to it” She says cheerily, standing up before whispering to me “I think they like you”

Notes

oooo i feel like this was slightly anticlimatic soz
Tysm for reading i am getting a lot of good feedback okay it might not be much to u but literally 3 chapters in n i had more subscribers n comments than my other fic that was 8 chapters in @ the time
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