secrets ; frerard
one
Frank scowled. He really didn't want to be at school that day, mostly because of the fact that he was pretty sure he was coming down with a cold, and he, of course, didn't wear enough layers, so he was fucking freezing, and, yeah, he didn't want to be there.
The halls were all too crowded that morning, the mesh of sweaty bodies making Frank want to stab himself in the eyes, sort of like Cordelia in American Horror Story: Coven when she wanted to get her vision back. That was kind of stupid, he had to admit. I mean, seriously.
Anyway, Frank was not in a good mood that morning, at all, really, and he kind of really wanted to die.
He reluctantly walked to his locker, dragging his feet across the floor.
"Do you really have to be that dramatic all the time?"
Frank whipped his head up, his dreads hitting him in the face. (And, okay, they were all tangled at this point, and they kind of smelled like pot, but they made him look fucking cool, so it was okay.)
He looked back to Ray, a hand over his heart, because, yes, he could be that dramatic. "What the fuck, Ray, you almost gave me a heart attack you fucker."
"Whatever. C'mon, I'm not gonna be late to first period because of you." "Ugh. Math sucks. I'm ditching." Frank quipped, despite how cliche that sentence sounded coming out of his mouth.
"No, you're not." Ray said, walking further ahead, because, really, Frank couldn't do anything.
"Well at least I don't watch Buffy the Vampire Slayer porn!"
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Gerard was fucking done. He was fucking done with everything and he kind of really just wanted to go home and watch Doctor Who on Netflix because he was tenrose trash, but, of course, the school day was taking forever to end because God fucking hates him.
And, well, despite the day moving fucking slow as ever, he managed to survive that day, and finally got to make his way over to his locker for the last time that week. And, of course, his locker was trashed like always, but, lets be honest, he was just too lazy to actually clean it out.
But, well, he suddenly got a lot more happy, maybe even nervous, because there, in his mess of a locker, was a bright fucking green sticky note, which kind of hurt his eyes, like would a plain yellow one hurt to use for fucks sake, but, okay, it was a note for him, well, most likely, and anyways, he had to stop his complaining and open the fucking note already, because this was starting to be a run-on sentence and the author of this story was starting to get annoyed.
'woah okay i'm actually doing this okay cool. so anyways you're really hot and cool i guess and i kind of really want to go out with you but i'm a pussy so yeah i'll be leaving you notes from now on okay bye
-anonymous (that's cliche as fuck i know but im not creative at all)
Gerard was actually kind of shocked, I mean, really, he was kind of really gross. He was pretty chubby and he hasn't showered in days and he was pretty much confused as fuck.
"Hey, are you ready? There's a Doctor Who marathon on later and I bought tissues earlier this morning because we both know you're gonna cry when we watch the series 2 finale." Mikey said, tapping Gerard on the shoulder.
"I, uh.. yeah. Let's go."
@mychemicalhorrors
thank u!! tbh its kind of shitty lmao but tysm !!
11/8/15