The array of words used to describe Frank Iero. (Frerard, Rikey)

Chapter 3
Franks p.o.v

I really, really didn't want to go to school the following monday. It was mainly because of Gerard, but I was also confused. Confused about where I belonged, and why I acted the way I did, never adopting real friends. There was Janie, but that was all. She was all I had, and it had really started to get to me.
Nonetheless, I found myself walking into school with Janie on monday, quite reluctantly might I add.
I went straight to Janie’s locker, finding her and Pete. Pete went bright red at the sight of me, probably because of his behavior at the party. I ignored it though, and greeted them both, trying to smile.
“You look annoyed.” Janie stated, raising her eyebrows.
“I am.” I answer, shrugging. Even the thought of Gerard made me feel frustrated and stupid.
“Well, in that case, I’m sorry kid. You wanna come over after school?” She asks, smiling at me. She seemed to be happier than usual, which was odd considering everything.
“Yeah, sure.” I say nonchalantly. I got to my locker, before entering the combination and throwing my backpack in there. I had art first, and then ASB club, so I didn't need it for the next two hours.
I sigh and lean against it, reconsidering my life in a matter of seconds.
It only makes me angrier when a kid from my physics class comes up to me, a smile in place, and acts like i'm her best friend. I barely knew her.
“Hey,” She says, smiling happily at me. “Me and Josh are doing a study group tomorrow at my place, and I was wondering if you’d like to come?” She asks, pushing her cute glasses up her nose. Of course, I didn't let my anger show, because I wasn't a dick, but it still frustrated me I had all these people I barely knew act like we were best buds.
“Yeah, sounds good. Gimme your address in physics, okay?” I ask, smiling at her, but not feeling it light up my face.
“Yeah, course! See ya then.”
I lean back against my locker, earning a concerned look from Janie.
“Kid, what the hell is wrong with you? You’ve never acted like this.” She demands, popping a hip out and crossing her arms.
“I- I just, I’ll explain it later.” I respond, chewing my lip.
“No, you’ll tell me now.” Janie demands, putting on a stern face. She interupted by a certain redhead approaching us, a smile instead of a smirk on his lips.
“Hey, uh, am I interrupting?” He ask politely, slightly surprising me.
“Uh- no. Nothing important anyway.” I respond, thankful for an excuse to not finish this conversation.
“I figured we could walk together to art. I mean, if you want to.” He says, smiling at me. I almost want to gape at him. He doesn't act like this. He’s not supposed to act like this, he’s supposed to act like a dick so I can have a real reason to not like him.
Just say no, Frank. It's a really easy word. One syllable, two letters.
“Yes.” I say mechanically.
What the fuck Frank?!
His eyes seem to smile along with his lips, a seemingly happy glow enlighten his skin. Just then the bell rings, and Janie walks away, glaring at me.
I smile at Gerard as we walk to class, dodging all the bodies that make their way towards me. I wave at everyone who calls my name or greets me, plastering a smile on my face.
“You have a lot of friends.” Gerard states, looking a kid who had just waved at me.
“Uh, yeah, I guess.” I respond, shrugging a little and making a face. He raises an eyebrow at me, before he slips his hand into mine. I have to stop myself from jolting away.
“Is - is this okay?” He asks, looking over at me unsurely. I swallow and nod, gripping his hand with the same amount of force. He smiles, looking down at his feet, very innocently if I might add, before looking back up. As soon as we get to art, we take a seat in the back, our hands still intertwined while resting on the table.
The teacher finally entered the room, taking his place in front of the room.
“Alright, today we're starting a new project. I don't expect it to be picasso, but I expect it to be good considering you took the advanced art class. So, we're going to draw a memory, the fondest one you have. It can be of family, friends, but make it pg-13.” Mr. Sullivan announces, handing large thick paper. I grab my sketching pencils(Which unfortunately required me to let go of Gerard’s hand), before thinking about what I was going to draw.
My life is unextraordinary. It was boring. There wasn't a thing that came to mind, until I thought of Janie. And then I knew what I was going to draw.
I wasn't that good of a drawer, but by the time I sketched out my drawing, it looked pretty good. The scene was in the car, and the p.o.v was aimed in the back. You could see The back of mine if Janie’s head in the front, a mcdonald's coffee cup in her hand. We were sat in front of the Grand Canyon, looking out at the sunset. I remember being scared to go close to the edge of the clift, especially with Janie. Mcdonald's bags were sat in the middle console, and you could see me pointing out at something off in the distance.
It was really a beautiful drawing, if I do say so myself. I’m distracted by a hand being set on my thigh. Gerard was looking over at my picture, his expression impressed.
“Your talented as fuck,” He says, raising an eyebrow. I laugh, shaking my head.
“No, I’m truly not. By some miracle, I managed to conjure up the ability to do this, but normally I suck.” I respond, setting my hand atop his on my thigh. My fingers curled around his hand, making me smile despite myself.
“So, is she your..?” He trails off, but I knew what he was saying. I shake my head rapidly, fighting the urge to laugh.
“No, hell no,” I say, my lips quirking up. “I’m gayer than a rainbow.”
He smiles, nodding happily.
“So what are you drawing?” I ask, peeking over at his paper. I gape at what I see, because fuck, it was ten times better than mine. The scene was him and another boy, Mikey I assure, sat atop of a roof with a bottle of gin in Gerard’s hand. Mikey was looking at the sky, but Gerard was peeking over at him, a smile on his face.
“Thats- I-” I stop myself, trying not to look like an idiot. “Thats amazing Gerard, where the hell did you learn to do that?” I ask, not realising how tight I was clasping his hand.
“I’m self taught I guess.” He says nonchalantly, smiling a little. I nod, still staring at the picture. Eventually I get back to work, but it's hard to ignore the beautiful, sexy redhead sat next to me.
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By lunch, I was undeniably sick of school. I had never missed a day, not even if I was sick, but today I was out of it. When I tell Janie I’m skipping out, she just sends me a weird look, telling me to call her later. I make my way to my locker, grabbing my homework before slamming it shut and making my way toward the doors in the back of the school.
I step outside, looking around the parking lot for any signs of people. When I think I’m safe, I step off the sidewalk with my head down. A glimpse of for a second, feeling like someone's watching me, and finding a certain redhead smoking a cigarette. He's looking straight at me, smiling a little. He takes another puff off his cancer stick, before throwing it down and making his way toward me.
“Y’know, you're not supposed to smoke on school property.” I announce, looking him up and own.
“Yeah, and you're not supposed to be ditching school, so I guess we're even.” He says boredly, finally making it to me. We stand it silence for a second, before he speaks again.
“Want to go somewhere?” He asks, looking intensely at me. I bite my lips, before smiling at him.
“Uh, sure.” I respond, shrugging. He grins, before grabbing his keys out of his bag and leading me over to his car. I get in the passengers, throwing my bag by my feet. I ignore my seat belt, waiting for him to start the car.
We exit the parking lot, blasting the misfits as we speed down the street. I don't ask where were going, and he doesn't tell me. It only take about 15 minutes to get there though, and when we do, I’m quite impressed.
He lived in a mansion.
Literally a fucking mansion.
The gates were fancy and white, surrounding the perimeter. He merely bumps the gates with the front of the car so that so swing open, revealing a huge white and blue house, a pool on the side, that's two stories tall. Its fucking huge.
It takes a minute for him to park in the huge drive way, seemingly focused on parking a certain way. He gets out, me following his lead, before he throws the double doors of his mansion open, revealing the most exquisite house you could imagine.
I follow him up the stairs, keeping quiet as we passed several doors until he finally stops at the one on the end. He opens the door, revealing a room I hadn't expected at all.
Its walls are covered with band posters and pictures, and his bed was black and red, a remarkable size. The carpet was red too, along with his dresser.
It was so out of tune with the rest of the house it amazed me.
He began digging through his drawers, before pulling out two pairs of swimming shorts.
“Um- were going swimming?” I ask dumbly, taking pair from his hands.
“Yes, Einstein.” He snickers, making me blush.
“Do you have a bathroom I could get dressed in?” I ask, looking at him with a nervous smile.
“You can see me, I don't care.” He says, shrugging. I raise my eyebrows before shrugging and seeing the shorts on the bed. I take my shirt off first, frowning at my nearly visible ribs. I continue to undress, taking my pants and underwear off at the same time, feeling Gerard’s eyes on me.
I put the swim trunks on boredly, acting as if he didn't just see my dick. Unfortunately, I turn at the wrong time.
Just in time to see his semi-hard on, full exposed.
“Oh- I-” I begin, but I’m stuck staring. He’s blushing like a maniac, but soon it's replaced with a look of lust. I feel myself get hard too, my swim trunks getting tighter.
“Fuck I...just let me-” He says, not finishing before he drops in front of me, getting on his knees. He pulls down my swimming trunks, grabbing my cock softly. I moan, watching as he takes my now fully hard cock in his mouth.
“Holy fuck- yes, keep doing that baby,” I moan watching as he bobs his head. He pulls off, looking innocently at me.
“Fuck me,” He says, getting up and pushing me on the bed.
“Gerard, baby, I dont think thats a good idea.” I say as he lays me down, kissing my chest.
“Please, oh fuck, I need you Frank. I wanna feel your cock pulsing inside me and your cum dripping out of me, all over my thighs. I want you to fuck me so hard it hurts, so hard I scream.” He moans grinding down on my cock. I growl, flipping us over, letting my lust take over. I spread his legs, liningmyself up, before pushing in gently. He moans so loudly it makes my cock pulse and throb.
“What the fuck?! Oh, Jesus!” I hear a female scream, making me scramble off Gerard. I turn to see Janie and Mikey in the hallway, a smirk on Mikey’s face and horror on Janie’s.
“What the fuck are you doing here Janie?” I groan, getting up and grabbing mine and Gerard’s boxers. I don't even care that they can see my cock, im so sexually frustraited.
“Well, Mikey said he was gonna ditch- and I came with him..” She responds, horror still on her face. I pull my boxers on, hiding my hard on.
Gerard gets off the bed, coming to stand by me.
“Maybe we should just finish this later..” Gerard whispers, looking frustrated. I resist the urge to kiss him fiercely and nod.
“Eww!” Janie says, shaking her head.
“Oh what, so you can have sex but I can't?” I questioned, raising an eyebrow.
“How did you know we-”
“Because you both smell like cum.” I answer in a ‘duh’ tone.
“Anyway, yes you can, but not in front of me! I’m not sitting on Mikey’s cock in front of you, am I?” She responds, putting her hands on her hips.
“Okay, point taken.” I say calmly, running my hands through my hair. I sigh, putting my arm around Gerard’s waist.
“We could still go swimming?” Gerard asked, looking hopefully. I nod, smiling at him.
“Can we join?” Mikey asks, smiling as he takes Janie’s hand. Gerard nods soundlessly, making them finally leave. I switch my boxers out for the swim trunks, as does Gerard.
“I’m still sucking your cock when i take you home.”

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