My Only (A Frerard Fanfiction)

I fought with myself in an attempt to get out of bed- bed, sweet bed. The bright screen on my alarm which just so happened to be blaring in my ears said six-thirty, but I was absolutely positive it was three. It was so dark outside, I wouldn't have been able to see anything beyond three feet in front of my window. I could feel the soft mattress of the bed, coaxing me to stay inside the warm duvet- to become one with it. But, alas, I had to leave its presence, giving up the gift of such sweet slumber. I, unfortunately, had school to attend.

Rumors had already started to soar about some new, unlucky kid, saying he was really "just another faggot." Before my mother could come down the stairs and send me off to my doom, I had raced out of the house, meeting with the cold and misty air hanging around. It was practically impossible to see more than five feet in front of my face. So, when I ended up running into something, it really wasn't that much of a surprise.

"Aah!Oh, uhm, sorry..." I apologized, not really expecting an answer in return. But when I looked towards it, I was frozen in place. Two hazel orbs peeking behind a curtain of hair bore right through my own, widened as if fearing the presence of my very being. This person was still a good bit taller than me, though it was considerably shorter than I was used to. Their greasy, black mop of hair protruded from their head quite messily. Their lips were parted slightly, as if trying to say something but those words wouldn't come out to greet me. After a few moments of utterly ominous silence, a shaky, small voice broke the silence we shared.

"N.... no.... F-Frank..." His arms immediately wrapped around me, shaking violently, as if the slightest touch would make them to fall and shatter like a little, fragile wine glass. This person- a boy, I think- was so fragile. And he decided to trust me- a complete stranger to him who he happened to know the name of somehow. Hesitantly, I put my arms around him protectively, unsure of what to say to him in this state. His face was paler than a ghost, showing just how little sun he got.

"W-well.. How do you know my name..? And, er, what's yours?" I murmured quietly to him, still holding him in my arms to comfort whatever had been possessed by to feel so distressed for me and my well being. Frankly, I wasn't too sure I wanted to know.

"...G..Gerard.. It's Gerard.." He responded after a few moments of hesitation, almost as if he wasn't sure he should trust the person he ran into, knew the name of, and held. This one was really a character, to say the least.

"Well, Gee-" I paused, smiling at the nickname I created on the spot, "Would you like to walk with me to school? I'd be glad to escort you, and it isn't like I have anyone else to walk with." I took his hand with a gentle, trusting smile and was greeted with a silent nod, following my quick footsteps with ease, occasionally tripping like he hadn't walked in awhile. He didn't seem like one to do it, but I could've sworn that when I snuck a glance at him, I saw a ghost of a faint smile cross on his face behind his curtain of hair.

The moment that the school was in viewing distance, Gerard's pace immediately slowed drastically, which made me turn to observe what was possible wrong with him. His chapped and faded lips were slightly parted, mouthing something repetitively as if he was stuck on a loop. His hands started to shake, and he hid his pale face under his hair, almost like he was scared to be seen. I started to wonder why he was nervous- he was practically trying to claw his way out of going to school. I questioned myself as to why I had never seen his ghostly skin and face roaming the halls filled with lockers with the same lost look he was currently making.

Then, after awhile, it hit me like a brick;

This must be the new kid.

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