3rd Person POV



Frank stared at his plate full of food, Lindsey had eaten her meal with in seconds. Miss Iero laughed, "They must have starved you there".

"No ma'am, they fed me well. It's just.." Lindsey broke off her sentence and blankly stared at her plate. "A home cooked meal. Home". She continued, her words turned soft and yet somehow.. deadly.

Frank rolled his eyes. Miss Iero shot her son a glare. "Well, that makes me happy. I'm glad you enjoy your new home Lindsey.. you don't have to call me ma'am, call me mom. We're a family".

Lindsey whispered 'family' back to herself.

Frank scoffed, "Oh please, I hardly ever call you mom. Linda".

Miss Iero tightly smiled and wiped her mouth with a napkin. "Frank has seemed to lose his manners, as well as his direction. I'll do my best to make sure you don't end up like my son".

Lindsey's eyes slowly dragged over to Frank, she had yet to get a full look at him. Her eyes were normally glued to the floor. Frank looked right back at her, normally the eyes are the windows to the soul.. but Frank had curtains. Lindsey bit her lip, "Okay".

Frank smirked, they didn't take their eyes off each other.

"Lindsey, I hope you don't mind but we're short a bedroom, you'll be staying with Frank till we get all his stuff out of there."

Frank broke away, "What"?!

"You'll be on the couch".

"What about my stuff"?!

"Lindsey can decide what she wants to keep, anything she doesn't desire.. I'll sell it".

Frank stood up and glared at his mother and Lindsey.

"Fuck you both."

Miss Iero pretended not to hear that, but Lindsey was stunned. She'd never understood raw teenage angst till about right now. Miss Iero was a dickhole, and Lindsey knew it, but at the same time she didn't feel bad for Frank. At all. Finally she was a favorite. Finally somebody wanted her more than the other.

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Gerard sat alone at lunch, for the millionth time in a row. He stared at the long lunch line, wondering if one person out of the bunch didn't hate his guts.

Then he spotted Frank. With a girl.

Frank was stunning as usual, his makeup.. his piercings. The girl though, she was nothing like the boy.. but they stood so close. She wore a white button up, with a plaid skirt.
She was nothing like Frank.

Gerard glared at her and balled up his fists. He narrowed his eyes and saw that they were even talking.


Frank nervously stood beside Lindsey, who was just as shook as him. "Who do you usually sit with?" she asked quietly.

"Myself", Frank's cheeks turned red from embarrassment.

Lindsey looked at her black buckled shoes. "Oh.."

Frank could feel eyes on him, he looked around till he spotted a boy with shaggy black hair.. "Gerard.." he whispered.

"I sit with Gerard".

Lindsey looked up at him.. "People.." she whispered.

He nodded his head, "Listen, I know you dealt with fucked up shit as a kid. But people already hate me and I don't know what'd they say if they knew I had some criminal hanging with me.. so don't do anything weird. Please".

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Frank and Lindsey got their food and made way over to Gerard.

Gerard glared at the girl.

Frank noticed and smiled. "Can we sit"?

Gerard's eyes widened, "S-sure.."

Frank and Lindsey sat opposite to Gerard.

"Hey.." Frank nervously spoke.

"Thought you hated me."

"You hate me."

"No I don't".

Frank shrugged, "Prove it".

"My last day in the hospital is enough proof, is she your girlfriend"?

"The last day? What happened the last day? She's no one."

Gerard crumbled all over again, "I forgot how hopped up on pills you were. You don't remember anyways."

"I want to remember. Gerard tell me what happened."

"You're being very bold Iero, this is way out of character for you."

"I'm not that scared boy you mentally and psychically tortured. I'm not that helpless boy hopped up on painkillers. That's not me. I'm cold and I'm angry. You don't know me Gerard".

Gerard sighed, "We kissed". He stood up and walked away from the lunch table. As much as it hurt him, he didn't look back.

Notes

MCRX SLAYED ME, I CRIED FOR HOURS