Silence Is Golden. (Frerard)

It's not that Frank enjoys being a dick to people perse, But he also doesn't like getting the shit kicked out of him for being himself. So he's taken on the asshole front.

He had nothing against Gerard personally, Just the fact he was a loner. He just had to keep telling himself it's better him not me and so far it's worked.

He still remembers freshman year and how it was literal hell on wheels for him. The moment grade ten started was the moment he vowed to never let himself be put in that position ever again. Even if that mean's being a dick to the already emotionally unstable kid that is Gerar Way.

He knew very well what taking it to far would lead to... ANd that would be Mikey Way. And let's just say he'd rather not stir that shit pot. So he just stuck to shoving and name calling. Not that that was much better... But he would never think to lay a hand on him.

No, that would make him a hypocrite. Considering he was the one who used to get beat up... He didn't even like when Bob went and beat the shit out of him. But there is no reasoning with Bob.

"Hey Frank-O," Bob said happily, sitting down next to him. "Hey Bob" Frank replied, "Have you seen Geetard anywhere?" "Earlier, why?" "I have yet to give him, My good morning" Bob smiled evilly, holding up his fist and walking away.

A look of confusion crossed Franks face "Didn't you already do that?" he questioned following him, Bob stopped and turned around with a smirk "No? Why?" "He had a shiner, Bob, don't lie..." Bob started laughing "That wasn't me... Maybe someone else got sick of his shit." what shit. the guy doesn't even talk. Frank thought to himself.

"Maybe it was his Father again" Bob laughed harder... That thought made him shudder. His Dad wouldn't, would he?... Wait... "Again?" Frank asked, speed walking to catch up with his friend.

"Yeah, Rumors spread, Frankie. Come on man, stop being a pussy" Frank rolled his eyes.

"Ahh, There he is. HEY FAG!"

Gerard's eyes widened at that voice... Couldn't he ever catch a break?

Turning around slowly he saw Bob walking up to him, chest puffed out, and Frank, quickly following him, head down.

Instantly a punch was landed to his gut. He doubled over and let out a groan. Bob then gripped his hair and forced him to look up "Haven't you heard? Fags go to hell" Bob sneered, It was times like this where Gerard had to bite his tongue in order not to make a snarky reply.

"I still can't believe you haven't killed yourself yet" He laughed "Ha, Frank can you believe he hasn't killed himself yet?" Bob asked "Yeah... Mind-blowing..." Frank faked his enthusiasm. Bob ignored it.

Turning back to Gerard he shoved him down and kicked his ribs. "Just go home and hit a vei-" "What the fuck do you think you're doing?" A voice shouted. Frank knew that voice and quickly disappeared into the bathrooms.

Mikey came walking closer, visibly pissed. Bob just smirked "You don't scare me Micheal" Bob boasted. Gerard stayed cowering on the ground praying to get out of here. But knowing home isn't better at all.

"Well, I fucking should. Get out of here before I make you regret laying a hand on my brother" Mikey said darkly. Bob rolled his eyes and walked away.

"You okay Gee?" He asked, kneeling down next to his brother, Who shook his head. "Let's get you cleaned up." He said, helping Gerard up.

Frank heard them and his eyes widened, and before he could jump into a stall they walked in "What are you doing in here?" Mikey snapped "Pissing" Frank shot back, not daring to let the look of sympathy show. No matter how bad he wanted it to.

"Well piss off. Your friend has already done enough I doubt Gerard want's to be near you." Mikey growled.

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Gerard was thankful he had Mikey and Mikey's friend Ray in his first class. But unfortunately, it also had Frank.

"Good morning class" The teacher spoke in a bored tone. Obviously not wanting to be there.

But who does?

"We will be starting group projects today. This count's as your FSE so I suggest that if you want a good mark, you work together as a team." He called out.

"The groups are as followed."

"Andy, Joe, Peet and Patrick."

"Alex, Rian, Jack, and Zack."

"Mikey, Gerard, Ray, And Frank"

At the last name, Gerards head started to spin. His heart rate sped up and he lost all concetration... He couldn't be in a group with Frank... That's like suicide...

Notes

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