We were friends until we were lovers

Frank's POV:

"New to the school hey?" I ask as I hear him drop his bag beside me. I don't bother to look up because he's probably another preppy jock kid that will bully me later.

"Yeah. Fucking fourth time moving schools. Sorry to bother but what's your name?" He asked. He didn't sound like he was annoyed that I talked to him. He already has seen the way I dress, I mean people usually stop talking to me just when they look at my clothes because they assume I'm emo. I actually decide to look up at him.

A tall (compared to me) kid stands there pulling out his chair to sit down. I know I'm staring but he is so beautiful that I can't help it. He has the same style as me, he's not like the other kids here, he's like me! He is wearing black combat boots with ripped black really skinny jeans and a misfits shirt with a leather jacket on top. I tilt my head up more to see his face and man is he beautiful. He has a perfect jawline, a cute pixie nose, beautiful thin lips, amazing honey greenish eyes, and astonishing blood red hair that falls perfectly to his jawline in almost like a fringe style. He is like a god! I have to shake my head to stop with the staring at his immaculate appearance. "Frank. Are you Gerard or Mikey?" I say trying to sound more interested because fuck I'm interested.

"I'm Gerard, it's nice to meet you Frank. By the way, nice shirt. Great band." He says. Could he be any more perfect? Sadly the teacher starts the lesson and we have to listen to the teacher. What a bore. Every once and a while I can feel someone looking at me and I know it's Gerard. I look at him every once and a while too. I hope we can be friends. Maybe someday if he's gay or bi or something like that, something a bit more.

Class finally ended and I look up to see another tall kid who I'm assuming is Gerard's brother Mikey. "Hey. Mikey right? I'm Frank. Nice to meet you." I say to him as I throw my junk in my bag.

"Hey Frank. Yep I'm Mikey. Nice to meet you too. I just saw you talking to my brother earlier and I just want to ask that you please don't hurt him. We've both always been bullied and he's too much of a pacifist to fight back. I don't want to see him hurt again. I protect him believe it or not. I taught myself how to fight to protect us so please Frank you seem nice and I don't want to hurt you so please don't hurt Gerard." He says to me pleadingly. I can tell he's a really nice guy. They are nice people from what I've seen.

"Mikey I would never hurt him. I mean I know what you guys are going through. I'm bullied all the time. I'm too small to fight back. I wouldn't want to hurt people who could be friends. You guys really care for each other and I respect that. I can promise you that I will never purposely hurt either of you." I say to Mikey.

"Thanks Frank. I hope we can get to know you and we would be friends. We haven't met many people well you know, like us. By the way could we possibly sit with you at lunch?" He asks.

"Of course! I sit in the art hall because it's safe there. Too many teachers for the bullies." I say as I run to class leaving Mikey and Gerard in my trail.

"HEY FAG!" I hear one of the bullies yell. I see him right infront of me as a fist flies at my face. Then a kick to my shin. The names, the punches the kicks keep going until all of the sudden they stop. My vision is blurry but I see a tall blond hair guy in black clothing chasing my offenders. I move my head to look up at the ceiling and see a red haired kid kneeling over me. He is saying something but I can't tell what. Then all of the sudden everything goes black.

I wake up on something soft. I'm assuming it's a bed or a couch. It doesn't feel familiar but it's comforting. I'm in pain but now I feel safe. I look over to see two boys sitting opposite of me both with their heads in their hands. I hear sobbing. It breaks my heart, why are they crying? I slowly sit up. "What's going on?" I ask. I can't remember anything. I see both of their heads shoot up out of their hands.

"Frank are you okay? They got you pretty bad. We were worried that they put you in a coma. We were going to wait another hour to call an ambulance. You were hit pretty badly. Thank god that Mikey and I know first aid." Gerard says. I can't believe that the kid I just met saved my ass because the ways he's talking sounds like the bullies got me again.

"I'm in pain but I'll be fine. Thanks guys, you really didn't have to do that. I mean teachers would have found me. It happens all the time. Thanks though. How long have I been out?" I ask, my voice raspy.

"No Frank we had to do that. You were the first person in a long time that has been nice to Gerard and I. And Frank there were no teachers near there. You could have died. You have been out for about five hours now." Mikey says seriously. Gerard still has tears gliding down his beautiful face. It hurts to see him cry. Why though? We just met.

"You could have just left me there. I mean I'll die soon enough anyways." I say really quietly but apparently they still heard because Gerard shot up out of this seat.

"Why do you say that Frank?" He asks but it's in a demanding tone. He doesn't look angry but he looks almost heartbroken.

"I don't have anything to live for. My mom hates me. My dad left me when I was little. I'm constantly bullied. I have no talent. I'm ugly, I'm fat, I have a whole bunch of shit wrong with me and the worst thing of all? I'm the only fucking gay kid at this damn school. Everyone else is a straight homophobic fuck. You guys probably hate me now too because this whole fucking city is fucking homophobic!" I yell. I don't care who hears me. I don't care if I lose two more people because I don't deserve them anyways. Gerard does something unexpected though. He sits beside me and hugs me. Tears rolling down both of our faces.

"You should have something to live for. Mikey and I will protect you. I bet you have many talents and I bet you are amazing at them. Frank you aren't ugly and you aren't fat. I can help you with anything you need. Being gay isn't bad and you aren't the only gay kid at school. A gay kid is hugging you right now and a pansexual kid is sitting across from you. Frank there are others like you out there. Just like Mikey and I. Just relax. Frank we are here for you. Can we be the things you live for?" He asks gently and calmly.

"Sure. Thank you guys. I am ugly and fat though and I'm not sure if you can help me. Do your parents know you are gay and pansexual? Do they care for you guys? I don't remember what a normal life is like. I don't know how to deal with things." I say. Gerard is sitting beside me now but we move so we are cross legged so we can face each other. He grabs my wrists gently and sees me wince in pain. He looks like he was about to say something but instead he pulls my sleeves up to see what's wrong. He looks back up to me with tears in his eyes and hugs me again.

"Frank, please don't do that again. I know it's hard but you are better than that, please don't hurt yourself. Mikey and I are here for you. Tell me what is wrong with you so I can help you. Frank when you said you were okay with being dead, you meant you though of killing yourself? Am I right? I don't want to be right." He says softly and quietly.

"I'm not sure if I can stop. I mean it's the only escape I have when music doesn't work. I was going to kill myself. I just couldn't take it. What's wrong with me? Where do I start? I am depressed, I'm suicidal, I self harm, I hate how I look, I am fat, I have anxiety, I practically have no family, I am bullied and I'm short so it's easy to pick on me." I say. Gerard puts his hands on my knees and looks at me.

"Frank. I will help you stop. Mikey helped me stop. Let Mikey and I be your escape. I can help you. We want to be there for you. Nothing is wrong with you. I have anxiety and depression but I've learned to deal with them. You shouldn't hate how you look. You are beautiful Frank. You aren't fat you are a beautiful weight, perfect actually. Mikey and I could be your family. Your height is adorable. Don't let people take advantage of you for it." He says. It actually sounds like he cares. Nobody has cared in a long time.

Notes

It's a long one. Sorry.