I’ve been watching Frank as subtly as possible throughout school today. Yes, I realize that makes me sound like a stalker but I can’t help myself. I swear this boy is driving me crazy! Ever since yesterday’s detention I just haven’t been able to stop thinking about him. On my walk home yesterday I thought of him, when I was doing my homework I thought of him(which was problematic because what was supposed to be my history essay turned into a detailed sketch of Frank’s gorgeous eyes!), I even thought of him while in the shower! Oh what I’d do for just a glimpse of Frankie’s gorgeous body(did I just call him Frankie?), all soapy and wet, pressed up against the shower wall, silky black hair plastered to his face, soft pink lips parted slightly while he moans out my name…
“Umm hello?? Earth to Gerard. Are you in there dumbass?” I’m snapped back to reality(quite literally) by my little bro Mikey who is sitting across from me with an arm stretched across the table, snapping his fingers right in front of my face.

“Oh huh? What, yeah, sorry. Got lost in my thoughts.” I reply as I take a moment to look around and re-focus. We’re in lunch, sat at our table in the cafeteria. Bob(one of my best friends) is sat to my right, Mikey directly across from me and the rest of the table is filled with people that I don’t really know but that are endlessly trying to get in my good graces even though I really couldn’t care less about them. Oh the joys of being popular.

“Anyway, Bob and I were trying to figure out what we’re gonna do this weekend. There aren’t any parties going on and we all know we’re too lazy to throw one ourselves, so you got any ideas? I think we’ll all need a pick-me-up after this shit-fest of a first week is over.” Mikey says.

“Uhh, I don’t know man, we could go to the movies, yeah?” I say, somewhat distracted, as my eyes scan the lunchroom for any sign of Frank. Where is that little freakin’ hobbit??

“The movies?!” Bob scoffs, “Gee, please tell me ‘the movies’ is like some weird-ass code you made up for something that’ll actually be fucking fun.”

“Yeah Gee, seriously? You’ve always got some crazy-ass idea going on in your head, where is that Gee when we need him?” Mikey adds on. ‘That Gee is preoccupied with ideas of Frank’ I think to myself.

“Gahh, I don’t know, sorry guys. My mind is just out of it. As much as I’d love to come up with some idiotic shit for us to do this weekend, I really can’t think of a single thing.”

“Now that you’re mentioning it, why are you so out if it? You’ve been acting all weird and distracted since you came home yesterday. Where’s the self-absorbed asshole of a brother I’ve come to know and love? ” Mikes asks with a playful smile. Now both he and Bob have their eyes glued to me, waiting for an answer. Fuck it. I’m just going to tell them what has been on my mind. If they laugh in my face, then so be it. I’m Gerard fuckin’ Way, I shouldn’t be letting this get to me so much in the first place.

“Okay so..” I start to speak quietly as they lean in closer, trying to keep the conversation just between the three of us “you know how I had detention the other day?”

“Yeah?” They both respond.

“Well, it ended up being like really fuckin' weird.” I say.

“Weird how?” Mikey asks.

“Don’t tell me Mr. Raymond started hitting on you or some shit, that’s just creepy. I mean I know some of the other teachers have and all, but eww, not him I hope.” Bob says, somewhat jokingly, but with a look of complete and utter disgust on his face.

“Oh for fucks sake, eww, no Bob. This doesn’t have anything to do with Mr. Raymond, but it does sorta have to do with umm… that Frank kid...”

“Frank as in like Frank Iero? Short Frank?” Bob asks. Well I guess he’s at least noticed Frank before.

“Isn’t he the kid you were beating up yesterday? The one you had detention with??” Mikey chimes in.

“Yeah, him. Anyway so I got there and Mr. Raymond wasn’t even around, just Frank and I. So I walk in and I’m watching him because at that point all I knew about him was that he was the dumbass that knocked me over, but before I got to my seat I smashed my fuckin’ hip on a table and then the kid starts laughing at me. Like who does he think he is?” His laugh was really fucking cute though, but they don’t need to know that.

“Dude why do you even care about anything he does? And please tell me you’re going somewhere with this because right now it sounds like you’re just on another one of you rants.” Bob says, somewhat annoyed. Gahh, I don’t even know where I’m going with this, I think I want their opinions? Yeah, I want their opinions on what to do about Frank. I mean should I do anything? I think I like him, but I can’t like him, plus he probably doesn’t even like me. After yesterday I should definitely dislike him, shouldn’t I? Damned if I know!

“Grr, yes I’m going somewhere with this, just shut up and let me finish, alright?”

“Okay okay. Get on with it then.” Bob commands, gesturing with his hands for me to continue.

“Okay...so after he finished laughing at me I was really pissed off and I mean I couldn’t just let him get away with that so I walked over to him and got all in his face, ya know, to threaten him and I mean I thought it worked so I walked away but then he just had to fricken open his mouth…” Shit, if I tell them this next part it’s going to be awkward as fuck, but if I don’t tell them then they won’t be able to help me. Fuck it all.

“What’d he say?” Mikes asked a bit too enthusiastically.

“Well uhh...umm...he uhh. He said he wouldn’t dare come near me again.”

“Okay, well wasn’t that the whole point of your threat anyway? Sounds like it worked to me.” Bob interrupts.

“I’m not finished,” I say while rolling my eyes at Bob, “he said he wouldn’t dare to come near me again if that was going to happen every time.”

“That? As in??” Mikey asks with a confused look.

“Okay, before I say what I’m about to say I should warn you two that if you fuckin’ laugh at me or anything I will beat the crap out of you. Got it?” they both nod “alright well the that that he was referring to was uhh...well uhh… let’s just say I got umm excited but I didn’t know I was excited and then he pointed it out and that’s the that that he was referring to…” I finish, as I stare down at the table, feeling the blush that I just know is set ablaze all over my fuckin’ face. I don’t even know if they caught any of that, I mean I hardly understood what I just said so.

An awkward minute passes when all of a sudden mikey slaps his hands down on the table and practically jumps out of his seat, eyes wide as he exclaims “Oh my god!...you!...he!...Frank caught you with a hard-on didn’t he?!” At that moment I must’ve had the most vengeful expression on my face because as soon as Mikes saw it he sat himself back down, muttering a quick sorry while doing so.

“Is that it though? I mean like that’s really effin’ weird if it is because like why were you even? I mean like was it Frank? Are you like into Frank, bro?” Mikey asks much quieter compared to his previous tone. I glance over at Bob and he actually seems pretty amused by all of this, the look on his face tells me he’s just as expectant as Mikey is for answers.

“I don’t know, okay? I mean I think I got turned on by threatening him, our faces were so close and I’m bi so like it’s not that out of character is it? I mean everything else aside, Frank is pretty attractive so...”

“Nah man, you being turned on by a guy, that I must say even though I don’t swing that way is actually pretty hot, isn’t out of character. What’s out of character is that you’re actually concerning yourself with him though. I mean you’ve had how many hookups? And not once did you bring them up after finishing with them. You haven’t even done anything with Frank and he’s all you can think about, isn’t he?” Bob says, trying to sound wise and insightful, as always.

“Yeah.” I respond

“Well Gee, I hate to point out the obvious to you, no wait, actually I LOVE to point out the obvious to you. You, my friend, have got a good old fashioned crush on Frankie boy.” Bob finishes with a smirk and a wink. Fuck, I think he’s right...he is right. I have feelings for some guy I don’t even know.

“Speaking of Frank, isn’t that him and his friend over there?” Mikey asks, nodding his head past Bob and I toward the other side of the cafeteria. Bob and I turn in our seats, following the direction of Mikes nod and sure enough it is him and his tall fiend with the fro, not sure of his name though.

“What should I do guys? I mean like should I confront him? I don’t do feelings. Should I be nice to him? Maybe if I just ignore him or be an asshole to him then the feelings will go away? I don’t fucking know.” I say as I continue to stare at Frank. I think I actually feel a little jealous of the guy Frank is with. I’ve seen Frank with him all day and I mean I don’t know if the other guy is gay but I do know Frankie is and what if Frank likes him? What if they aren’t actually just friends? ‘Damn you, afro dude’ I think to myself, and by some weird fuckin coincidence right as I curse fro-man in my head he stands and strides out of the lunchroom with Frank in tow.

“Shit, you think they saw us?” I ask while turning back around in my seat.

“Well we weren’t exactly being subtle about it so yeah, I’d say that’s a safe bet.” Mikey says.

“Well fuck.” I say, just before the bell rings, signalling the end of the lunch period.





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“Finally…” Bob says as our final bell of the day sounds out through the classroom. Bob and I have the same schedule so we sit together each period. Today our last class was art. Bob isn’t that fond of art, he just chose this class because he thought it’d be easy. I, on the other hand absolutely love art. Yes, I know I’m the guy that usually couldn’t care less about anything but I do have a special place in my heart for art...and music. Those two subjects are actually what got me noticed around this dump in the first place.

“Come on, it wasn’t that bad, dude.” I say as Bob and I make our way out of the art room and toward our lockers.

“Heh, yeah maybe not for you, but for all us regular people it’s just boring.” Bob says with a light laugh.

“Whatever.” I smile, rolling my eyes at his claims.

By the time we reach our lockers Mikes is already there waiting for us with a rather pissed off look on his face.

“What’s crawled up your ass?” Bob questions, earning an irritated grunt from Mikey.

“I got fuckin’ detention.” He whines.

“For??” I ask.

“Well I had math after lunch, and you guys know how much I fuckin’ hate math and my shit-ass math teacher Mr. Fellman, so I decided to skip. Anyway, I ended up just going out behind the school to chill for a bit, wait it out ya know? But on my way back in I ran right the fuck into Mr. Fellman and then he started bitching at me about skippin’ class and what not, then he told me he’d see me for detention at the the end of the day. This suuuucks.” Mikey says.

“It’s gonna suck worse if mom finds out. She’s gonna be so pissed. Probably shouldn’t even go home afterwards Mikes.” I say, knowing for a fact my mom is going to be pretty mad. When she heard about my detention the other day she lost it. I mean I love my mom of course but damn that woman can strike fear into you when she wants to.

“Shiiiit. I didn’t even think about that! Gee you can’t say anything to her!” Mikey says, obviously distressed. This is perfect, now I’ve got some good old fashioned blackmail material to use against him.

“What’s in it for me Mikes?” I ask. He pauses to think for a moment before a devilish smirk appears on his face.

“If you tell mom, I tell Frank.” Well shit, this isn’t going the way I expected.

“Dude that’s cold, I approve.” Bob says.

“Don’t you dare. He already fuckin’ hates me, and he thinks I have a girlfriend, if you tell him I like him he’ll just think I’m crazy!” Shit, that reminds me, I apparently have a girlfriend. Why did I tell him I had a girlfriend? I don’t want a damn girlfriend!

“You told the guy you like that you have a girlfriend? Dude you literally make no sense. Why didn’t you just fuckin’ tell him you were into him?” Mikey questions.

“I..” why the fuck did I?, “I… I don’t know. I mean Frank isn’t exactly popular, I thought people would give me shit about it, I thought you guys would give me shit about it. Thinking about it now though, I don’t really give a fuck what the other lemmings that follow us around think. Gahh I’m a dumbass. Just don’t say anything to Frank okay?”

“Damn dude, I won’t, okay. I won’t say a thing to him BUT I do have one condition. I want you to stay and wait for me, I hate walkin’ home alone, there’s creeps out there and I’m not exactly the most intimidating guy. You know how much those creeps would love to get their hands on all this.” Mikes says, gesturing to his thin frame, causing Bob and I to laugh.

“Deal.” I say.

“Well since you two have got this all sorted, I’m gonna head out. I can practically hear hear my trap set calling my name.” Bob says with a small wave, turning and heading toward the front exit of the school. Bob may be a slacker in all other aspects of life but he definitely takes his drumming seriously. His trap set is basically like his child. Mikes is the same way with his bass guitar. It’s actually pretty comical how they treat their instruments.

“Alright bro, I’m in room 300. Meet me back here at 4.” Mikes says as he turns on his heel and takes off toward detention.

What the hell am I supposed to do in this dump for an hour???

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‘Ten more minutes.’ I think to myself while wandering the school halls. Mikes detention is almost up then we’ll be able to leave this shithole. As I make my way back to the front exit to meet Mikey I can vaguely hear people talking. Right before I’m about to turn into the front hall of the school I can hear the conversation more clearly so I stop to listen.
“Alright this is the last of them. People better show up for this shit.” a voice, that I don’t think I recognize, says. I hear a small, and very familiar chuckle before he speaks up.

“Ray, I’m 97% sure at least one motherfucker will show up, and if not, well then I guess we’re gonna be a two-man act.” Frank. That was Frank. Frank said that. What is he still doing here? What are him and his afro friend, Ray, on about?

“Yeah yeah, that’ll be the day. Alright dude, let’s go.” Ray says, and with that I hear them exiting the building.

“Ehh, what’re you doing?”

“Shit Mikes!” I screech as I turn around, eyes wide with shock,“don’t creep up on people like that!” I say, punching him lightly on the arm.

“Sorry sorry, perfect opportunity, couldn’t pass it up.” He says.

“Well thanks, asswipe. Come on let’s go.”

As we're heading out we pass the small bulletin board located right inside the doors of the school, Mikes abruptly stops in front of it, something on the board catching his eye.

“You see this?” He asks, a slight hint of excitement laced in his voice.

“What?” I ask, turning to look at the paper he’s pointing at.

“Auditions man! Band auditions! You know how fuckin’ sick it would be to have your own band!?” Wow this kids excited, I mean yeah he, Bob, and I had talked about possibly starting a band or something at one point but to me that was never more than just an idea, apparently Mikey really wanted it.

“You gonna go to ‘em?” I ask.

“We,” he replies, “You. Me. Bob. We’ve gotta do this.” He says excitedly. I’m almost convinced to say yes until I see the names listed at the bottom of the page of the people who hung this flyer. Ray Toro and FRANK IERO. Me? Be in a band with Frank? That’d be a disaster. No. No WAY.

“Not going to happen.” I say to Mikes.

“Why the hell not? We both know you can sing, it states right here they need a lead vocalist, dude!”

“That’s why the hell not.” I say, pointing to Frank’s name at the bottom of the page. Mikey's eyes follow my finger to the bottom of the page and when he realizes what I’m pointing at he just rolls his eyes and lets out an irritated groan.

“Damn Gee it’s not like you’ll have to confess your feelings to the dude, you just gotta show up and sing like I know you can, and even if we audition it doesn’t automatically mean we’re in. I don’t see the harm. Come on, pleeeease. For me?” He begs while pouting his lip. Grr, I guess Mikes makes sense, I don’t see the harm in just an audition. Damn, okay I’ll go through with this for him. I suck in a breath before replying.
“Alright Mikes, for you, I’ll do it, but you owe me like big time for this.”

“Deal! This weekends gonna rock! I gotta let Bob know!” Mikey exclaims excitedly, pulling out his phone to take a picture of the flyer before turning and heading toward the exit.
I just stand there for another moment, staring at Frank’s name before turning and heading out after Mikey. What the hell have I gotten myself into?

Notes

What am I writing?? Lmao. Sorry I didn't post Friday, I had intended to but I got sidetracked.
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