Silence Is Golden. (Frerard)

Gerard's POV

School, was the last thing on my anxiety-riddled mind. So it was no wonder that when I saw the old-rusted doors of Bellville Highschool, I was hit with a wave of vertigo. I definitely dreaded the idea of suffering through my language-arts class, with the devil-spawn himself.

The unforgiving vibrancy of the school's lights took part in my already-staring headache. But alas fate wouldn't give a damn so when I was forcefully shoved into a set of lockers I wasn't phased. "Mornin' fag." Bob jeered, mere inches from my face... so close I could smell his rather grotesque breath "Did daddy beat you up again?" he taunted... obviously oblivious to the news I had received earlier on this morning. "still not talking eh, or is it that you're just too stupid to communicate... is that it? Are you a retard?" he questioned, punching me in my face.

"Lay the fuck off!" I hear Mikey shout angerly pulling him away from me in a fit of rage... and if looks could kill Bob would have been obliterated. Bob just rolled his beady eyes and descended down the hallway.

"Are you okay, Gee?" concern evident in his voice, I nodded dismissively and made my way toward my language-arts early. Begging the god, that doesn't exist, to let fate corporate with me and have it be that Frank was not here today... but inevitably I knew that wouldn't happen, for the fact, Frank has never missed a single day in his whole four years of high-school.

I slumped down in my hard-plastic-chair and rested my throbbing head down a-top of the desk groaning to myself when the classroom started filling up with more people. "Gee, you sure you're okay?" I heard my brother's worried tone whisper from in front of me. Lifting my head I looked into his fear-stricken eyes and offered, what I hoped was a believing smile as I nodded.

He just shook his head obviously not believing me... Ray was the next to show up now we were all waiting on Frank... who showed up just before the late bell.

"You're lucky, Frank." the teacher commented eyeing the boy up and down "I'm always lucky" He smirked cockily, making his way to our table "Good morning losers" he smiled "Why do you have to do that?" Ray deadpanned "Relax fro-fro It was a joke" he scoffed
"Gerard, talkative as ever I see" - "Leave him alone" Mikey warned "God you guys haven't got a single humorous bone in your body's" he sighed "We do for things that are actually funny" Ray countered "Whatever, lets just figure out what comic we're doing" Mikey mumbled, pulling out his binder "I was thinking actually..." Frank muttered, "we could uh... do it on Catcher In The Rye" he seemed embarrassed, which made me laugh inwardly.
The three of us nodded at his proposition and his eyes lit up "Really?" he smiled, like a kid in a candy store. "okay boy's what will it be then?" the teacher asked with a book in hand "We actually decided on Catcher In The Rye, instead of a comic" Frank informed "Ah, excellent choice" he smiled writing it down.

"Wow, Frank didn't know you to be such a book-worm" Mikey smirked, to which Frank rolled his eyes and the proceded to hold out his hands in fist-form revealing 'BookWorm' tattooed across his fingers, I was in awe... who knew Frank was this type of person? and why couldn't he show it more often?

"Jesus, Gerard!" Frank gasped when he finally turned his attention toward me, my eyes widened in confusion and I offered him a perplexed look "I told Bob to fucking lay off" he growled I rolled my eyes in return.
'Like you actually, give a pittance of a fuck' I scribbled out and passed it to him, I watched as his face fell slightly and he sighed. But said nothing non-the-less I snatched the paper back and scribbled out 'exactly.' before going back to myself...
No-one took notice, of course. The only thing that brought me back to my senses was the agreement that we were all going to meet up at my place after school... fucking wonderful...

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"You don't look okay, Gerard" he concluded. It was just Mikey and me at the moment but that didn't mean I was about to talk... he sighed "Gee. No one is around, don't shut me out like this." He pleaded "why did it have to be our house?" I whispered out "We have the biggest house, Gee" Mikey informed I only shrugged at that. Before I was left alone with my sketchbook and thoughts.

Frank's POV

Gerard seemed exceptionally quiet today... being as it may he never talked at all, but he wasn't involved what-so-ever this period. Something was off... not that I particularly cared about him, but I cared about my grade and if he caused me to fail... I'd give him something to sulk about.

I finally found him, in his usual spot sat up against a set of lockers, drawing creepy ass shit. "Hey!" My voice came out strong, causing him to flinch dramatically and shrink in on himself. When he didn't look up I ripped his sketchbook away, that made him react... he looked up at me with wide panicked eyes, silently pleading me to hand it back "Don't you dare make me fail this project" I hissed, I could see him starting to shake slightly and for a second I felt bad. But I pushed that feeling away.

"You'd better start interacting and contributing to this or so help me." I threatened darkly... I would never actually harm him, but I knew it would work to make him think I would... and it did. He nodded quickly, holding his shaking hand out for me to hand his book back and reluctantly I did.

With that, he shot up with lighting speed and raced down the hallway. Disappearing into the bathrooms. I smirked at myself, but nearly jumped out of my skin at the sound of Mikey's voice behind me "Why are you such a fuck head?" His voice cold "Not that you fucking care, with your heart of black and all, but he's going through one hell of a morning today... and your fuckary isn't helping in the slightest." He snapped, towering over me. "Wha-Whats happened?" I found myself asking, Mikey studied me with cold eyes "Our father over-dosed, Frank. He's dead." Mikey deadpanned before wandering off to find his brother.
An immense amount of guilt washed over me... who was I turning into?

I felt even worse, if possible when I saw Mikey leading a shaking Gerard out of the bathroom's and outside away from school... "You. Are. A. Cunt" Another voice interrupted my guilt "I uh... yeah." I admitted, turning my attention toward Ray. "Do you ever feel guilty for doing this shit to him?" He questioned, I sighed "You wouldn't beieve me if I said yes so..." I mumbled dryly, before walking away... how the fuck do I fix things?

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