We Could Be Demolition Lovers

"This is the worst day ever" I groan as I sleepily fumble around under my comforter in search of my phone. The damn thing always gets lost in my sea of blankets while I sleep. Seriously I could fall asleep with my phone duct taped to my hand and when I wake up it will be nowhere in sight! After a minute or two I finally locate it, wedged in between my mattress and headboard. Once I've got it in my hands I sit up and pull my blankets off with one hand, using my other hand to turn my phone on . I almost have heart failure when I read the time displayed across the screen! "7:58 AM!?" "Son of a bitch!" I yell as I jump up off my bed and sprint to my dresser. I yank my dresser drawers open, grabbing whatever clothes are within my reach. "Frank, you dumbass!" I curse myself under my breath as I get changed out of my batman pajamas and into a pair of ripped up black skinny jeans and a plain white tee. It's the first day of school and I couldn't even get myself up at a reasonable hour. School starts at 8:23am (don't ask) and I live ten minutes away. It would take 5 minutes to get there if I were to ride the bus, BUT my mom decided that since we live so close to the school it would be pointless for me to ride it. So she called the school and requested that I not be put on the bus schedule for this year. I believe her exact words were “My son is a perfectly capable young man and I promise you that he will be right on time every morning, come hell or highwater.” so that was the end of that, and now I’ve got to haul ass or I’ll be late. Once I’ve got my clothes on I grab my backpack and sprint out of my room and down the hall to the bathroom so I can at least brush my teeth quick and somewhat style my messy black hair, maybe apply a little eyeliner. I’d rather not look like utter trash on my first day of Senior year. After a few minutes in the bathroom my teeth are brushed and my hair seems to be in an acceptable enough state so I head out and make my way down the stairs. All the lights are still off around the house which means mom must still be in bed, she worked a late shift last night so I don’t really blame her for not being up to see me off. I stop in the kitchen and grab a granola bar to eat on my “walk” to school before running out the front door and taking off toward the glorious hellhole I’ve come to know all too well over the past couple years.



By the time I finally reach the front doors of the school I’m panting and breathing pretty heavily from the sprint over, which I must say I think I ran that shit in record time. Go Frank! There are only a few kids around which means almost everyone has already made their way to their classes. I take a moment to catch my breath before entering. I’ve got about three minutes before I have to be in my seat and ready for first period so I decide to stop by Ray’s locker and see if he’s still hanging around or if he’s already given up on me being on time and gone to class without me. Ray is my best friend, no contest, especially considering he’s basically my only friend. Seriously though, he’s a great guy. He’s totally fuckin sick at the guitar and his fro is seriously amazing! As I head down the hallway and turn the corner toward Ray’s locker I’m met with a sight that I am more than thankful for. Ray is stood there, leaning up against his locker, his back to me, but I can still tell that he’s getting a bit antsy from the way he’s lightly tapping his foot. Me, being the asshole that I am, decided this is the perfect opportunity to scare the shit out of him since we’re the only ones around, everyone else seeming to have already made their way into class. So I quietly sneak up and when I’m right behind him I shout “Boo!” right in his ear. Thankfully I took a step back right afterwards so that when he swung around, fist flying through the air, I was spared from a black eye on my first day. “Hey, it’s me! It’s me!” I put my hands up to show I meant no harm and his eyes go from shocked to annoyed as he brings his arm down and back to his side. “Finally, dipshit. I was starting to think you weren’t gonna show.” Ray says. I let out a light laugh and roll my eyes at him “Well I just knew you couldn’t survive without me so I decided I better show up, for your sake.” I say. Now Ray is rolling his eyes at me. “Whatever, midget. Let’s just get our asses to first period before Ms. Jackson has a conniption!” Ray says as he turns and starts heading down the hall with me in tow.
We make it to class just as the second bell rings, signalling that class has officially started. Ms. Jackson, our lovely (jk she’s a major point-nosed bitch) English teacher is standing by her desk watching us disapprovingly as we make our way to the only empty table remaining, right at the front of the class. “Well fuck…” I mutter as Ray and I take our seats. I hate sitting at the front of the class, it makes me feel like everyone is watching me, not to mention Ms. Jackson will be able to see our every move. “Alright, now that everyone seems to be in attendance” Ms. Jackson says while throwing Ray and I a pointed look “let’s get out our books and everyone please open up to chapter one.” The whole class simultaneously groans as we pull out our shitty-ass books and flip to chapter one. Adjectives. Great. I’ve got a few adjectives floating around in my head that could be used to describe Ms. Jackson right about now, and NONE of them are good. I spent most of the class tuned out and daydreaming about being anywhere other than that classroom and when the final bell rang Ray and I both bolted out of our seats and straight out the door toward our next class.


By the time lunch rolled around I was just about ready to run through a fucking wall. I really cannot stand school and if Ray weren’t here I don’t think i’d ever bother showing up. As we make our way to the cafeteria Ray reminds me that we still need a lead vocalist, drummer and a bass player for the band we’ve been trying to form since part-way through summer. “I don’t even fucking know where to begin. Seriously dude I don’t want to have to hold auditions or some shit but that seems like our only way to go now.” Ray says to me as we make our way into the cafeteria “I know man. Don’t stress too much about it though, wouldn’t want that glorious fuckin fro streaked with grays. We’ll work something out.” I say, laughing at the face he makes at my fro remark, and with that we end our conversation and make our way to the lunch line. I’m not too hungry today so I just mindlessly follow Ray through the line while he grabs some chips and a sandwich. We’re about halfway to our table in one of the corners of the room when Ray turns to me and asks me if I can run and grab him a drink since his hands are full. I laugh a little at his incapability but nod and spin around intending to head towards one of the school vending machines, but I’m stopped right in my tracks by whoever the fuck I just turned and smashed into. “Fuck!” I hear the person, a guy I’d assume by the voice, say as he falls to the ground with me landing right on top of him. “Sorry, shit, I’m so sorry, my bad, sorry.” I stutter out as I scramble to get off him, and when I’m finally up I reach down to help him up as well, but I stop right in my tracks as soon as I actually take the time to look at the boy glaring up at me. ‘Well fuck me twice and call me Dolores’, I think to myself as I’m frozen to the spot. I just knocked Gerard fuckin WAY, the god that pretty much rules this shit hole, the guy that I’ve had a ridiculous crush on forever, the guy that I now have absolutely 0% chance with, right on his ass. Yup, I’m so dead. “Excuse you, dimwit” He says in an aggravated tone as he lifts himself up off the ground and back onto his feet “how about you watch where you’re going next time, loser.” Well ouch. I mean I knew he wasn’t all that nice but it was an accident. ‘You can’t let someone talk to you like that, not even him’, my brain tells me, and before I can stop myself I look in his eyes and scoff as I say in an annoyed tone “Well excuse you too, asshole. You seem to think you’re the only one in this whole damn cafeteria that matters. News flash, you’re not, and you don’t even know me enough to call me a loser so fuck-off.” I regretted saying it as soon as the words slipped out of my mouth, but screw it, it was too late to take it back now. He stares at me for a few more seconds, his (actually really gorgeous now that I’ve gotten a closer look at them) eyes go from somewhat surprised to filled with rage. ‘Well shit, maybe I took it too fa-’ is all I have time to think before he launches himself on me and sends us both sprawling back onto the floor. Now he’s on top of me, and I have to say, I’ve imagined what it would be like for Gerard Way to be on top of me many, and I mean MANY times, but in none of those circumstances was he beating the living shit out of me! Great, now I’m thinking about all those glorious situations I’d thought up in my mind, Gerard on top of me, kissing me, touching me, fucki- NO! Snap out of it Frank, I scream internally at myself. This guy is literally in the middle of kicking your ass and you’re thinking about that?! Fight back! And right before I have the chance to land even one punch someone is pulling Gerard off me, yanking him to his feet and yanking me up afterwards. “Detention. Both of you. Three o’clock, room 205. Do NOT be late.” Mr. Raymond, our ironically pretty overweight and slightly bald gym teacher says sternly to us before taking his leave. Great, a whole hour in detention with Gerard. If he hadn’t just somewhat kicked my ass I might actually be excited for this...

Notes

So this is my first fic. ever! I hope it won't totally suck. I'm planning on switching off between Gee and Frank's pov. so hopefully I can pull that off. I feel like more of a Gerard, you know? Like I can write better from a Gerard viewpoint overall or whatever :P Leave me comments and suggestions if you wish.

(p.s. stay sexy, people!)