Frank was like ninety-nine percent sure this is the most pissed off hes ever been.

When he shows up at school on Monday morning, hes fucking fuming. If it was possible, he would be shooting fire from his nostrils- all because of Bob Bryar.

“Why didn’t you pick me up, man?” Frank says as soon as he sees the blonde boy by his locker. “I had to fucking walk!”

Bob just turns around slowly, and avoids Frank’s eyes. “I um...I was busy.” he says cautiously, turning back and putting his coat inside the locker. Frank just scoffs.

“You picked up Mikey! Mikey, Bob.” he points to the skinny kid leaning on the water fountain with the glasses, “Mikey!”

“No, I did not.” Bob says calmly. “He got another ride. I said on Friday I couldn’t.” Bob squishes his eyebrows together; “Where you even listening?” Frank opens his mouth to answer when Bob says: “At dinner? The dinner you never showed up at.”

Oh shit, Frank thinks. He’d been talking with Gerard at the park until, like, Ten o’clock. He wanted to go to dinner, but… “My mom!” He blurts, cringing because seriously, his mom?

“Your mom?” Bob says sceptically, slamming his locker, slinging his green army bag over his shoulder. Frank nods.

“Um, sure. Yes? She uh, she was sick and I had to take care of her!” he lies. Fucking smooth Iero, now he’ll know for sure you’re lying. Mom doesn’t get sick.

Bob just brushes it off, abnormally, and that’s when Frank notices that he’s kind of twitchy. His hands are shaking around the strap of his bookbag, he keeps switching over his feet like he needs to sprint, just fucking go to town on the hallway, and get out of here. Frank could say maybe drugs- except Bob is a total no go on that. He wouldn’t even take one hit from Ray’s joint, like, on his own birthday, and you should atleast get a hit on your birthday. “Are you drunk?” he blurts out before he can stop himself.

Bob looks horrified, and Frank thinks, Oh shit he’s totally drunk, Bob-Fucking-Bryar has the shakes from alcohol! until he notices that Bob doesn’t smell drunk. “No man, what the hell?” he growls, literally growls, and makes, legitimately, half the crowded hallway of students look back at him with a mix of amused, and scared expressions. Frank’s actually fucking terrified beyond belief, because Bob, who is the calmest motherloving fuck hes ever met, just threw the fucking emotional wreck card right in his face. Bob apparently notices, and leans closer to Frank frowning. “Just leave it. I’m fine, go to class.”

And Frank fucking bolts, because Bob is now growling, and giving very demanding orders.
~

Frank feels like he’s going to die, and it’s only twenty-minutes from lunch. He doesn't care if it’s his senior year, he doesn’t care if he’s fucking talented at a ton of shit and he’ll waste it by not getting a degree in school, because it’s Monday, and in second block on Monday, Frank has Literature, his least favorite class in the ever. Not only is the teacher a major douche bag, but this Eighth-Grader gone Freshman who totally loves him is in his class, and if she could just stop fucking blabbing for like I don’t know five bitching seconds, he could get his Senior speech done- but no. No, instead, he get’s to glare menacingly at her chubby face.

“So you do like the Misfits, riggghhht?” she says, twirling a piece of thick dyed hair between her forefinger and thumb. “Right, Frankie?”

Frank want’s to shove his fist so far into her face that the Moon has bits of brain on its surface. “Um, sure Jamia. Can you- I have to finish this, seriously.” he’s trying so hard not to ‘accidentally’ throw the pen he’s writing with at her stupid squishy nose. He cranes his neck to the side to look at the clock, and hears Jamia stumble over some words.

“Is that what I think it is?” she suddenly yanks down the collar of his grey sweater, revealing his fucking bite scars for God’s sake. Can she just keep her hands to herself already, gosh dammit. “I didn’t know, Oh my gosh!” Jamia looks up at a stunned Frank with big black eyes, and looks sincere. “If I would have known, oh geesh, she’ll smell me. Now I’m gonna fucking die.”

Frank pulls away, uber confused. “Who is she?”

Jamia scoffs, leaning into the side of her wooden desk, “Your mate, dumbass. Probably some pretty blonde with tits the size of Africa.”

“You mean Gerard?” he sputters, and then clamps a hand over his mouth. Jamia’s eyes widen into huge orbs, and she leans in towards Frank, barely a few inches away from him.

“You mean, like Mr.Way?”

Frank doesn’t answer, and that apparently answers her question because she’s giggling. “Oh.My.God.” Frank groans, smacking his head on his desk in frustration. Great. “Wait, are you a vampire?” he says suddenly. Jamia cackles, and nods.

“I knew you smelled too good to be true. I’m so gonna tease that little shit when I see him at the council-” the bell rings, and Jamia sweeps all of her stuff into her bag, “And tell him I said Hi!” she stomps out of the room, the colors of her shirt giving Frank a headache.

Frank is pretty sure Gerard won’t be very happy about this.

~

“What’s wrong, Frank?” Ray say’s as soon as his butt hits the grass. Frank gives him a look, and Ray nods, like, he totally doesn’t know, but he totally gets it. And then says “Wait, have you seen Bob? He’s been acting wier- Hey Bob!”

Frank turns around, and sees Bob shuffling over, and shit he looks fucking strung. His pupils are blown wide, barely letting any blue peek out of the iris, and he’s pale, for a blonde guy. “You okay, man?” Frank finds himself asking, and Bob sits on the ground criss-cross-applesauce before shaking his head and. No. That did not just happen.

Frank is pretty sure his best friend since Pre-K is crying.

“It hurts, oh God. My whole body has been aching all day.” Bob is running his hand through his hair, the blonde strands bright in the small sliver of sun peaking through the shade of the willow tree. He pinches at the copper pendant around his neck. “Do you have advil? Ray- Oh my, what the hell is that smell?” he looks over to see Mikey walking towards them, creepy canteen in hand.

Mikey nods at them before kneeling into the soft grass, adjusting his bony legs so they don't suddenly snap in half. For a skinny guy, hes pretty durable. Bob’s looking at him like he’s a piece of meat, and Mikey finally notices. “Um.” he says, and Bob gives and stares at his feet.

“So, why weren’t you at dinner?”

Frank looks up from the seitan sandwich he had been eating, and see’s that Ray actually looks kind of wounded. It’s the first time in four years he’s missed, no matter how sick. Geesh, he feels fucking terrible. “My mom was sick. She was puking.” which wasn’t entirely untrue, his mom was puking, but not because she was sick. “And stuff.” Ray just looks away.

It’s an awkward lunch, everybody kind of pissed off at Frank, and freaked out at Bob’s weird behavior. So Frank stares up at the blue widespread canvas of clouds, and thinks about how he somehow landed himself into some kind of kinky supernatural love life, squints at the Moon that’s clearly visible in the sky, full but dull in the Jersey morning blue. Second week in school and he already can feel the intensity of the colleges he should apply for, avoiding his mom as best as possible, and still trying to pay for food. It fucking sucks being Frank Iero, and nobody even knows it.

The bell rings, and he doesn't even notice until Ray holds his hand out to him with a small smile, and Frank feels better.

~

When Frank get’s to Dramatic Arts, Brendon is literally bouncing in his seat, motioning Frank over to his chair. When Frank sit’s down he notices that today Brendon is wearing checkered capris, and a shirt that has squares cut out the back, showing his angel like shoulder blades. Kid looks like a princess, and Frank totally loves him for it. “Hey, beauty.” he says to Brendon, who just smiles even wider, and squishes into Frank’s side.

“Frankie, why aren’t you a charmer.” he giggles, and brushes some of his floppy hair behind his pierced ear. “So, how was your weekend?”

“Okay, it was okay.” replies Frank, his honey eyes skimming the room as the rest of the kids file in. Gerard out of sight.

Brendon makes a pleased noise, and squeezes Frank’s hand. That’s when Gerard walks in, and Frank wants to cram him against the wall and shove his neck against his fangs- what the fucking ever. He wants Gerard to like, ravish him, like right now.

That’s pretty much how the whole class goes, Frank thinking about how he wants to lick at Gerard’s hipbones, and nip at his fucking ears. Frank doesn't even know when he got an ear fetish, but still. Brendon keeps teasing him, and poking him, and hugging him, and Gerard barely registers and Frank keeps thinking ‘Get jealous, Get jealous’. Which is really mean because Brendon has acted this way towards him since fifth grade, when they became science partners, and Frank said he likes Brendon’s pink chiffon wrap he had paired with black shiny shorts. It was friendship at first sight, and they hung out until Brendon started to get into this weird group of kids in their grade that liked gothic fashion and shit, which was fine with Frank, except it wasn’t him.

So Brendon finds these super awesome nerdy dudes named Spencer, Jon, and Dallon, who like started to Jam the fuck out, and so ba-dum-tsh it’s five years later and they all just happen to be accepted into Mason League- except Brendon. So anyways, they had stopped being friends until in one of Frank’s hospital spurts with pneumonia during the July leading up to his sophomore year, he sees this skinny little kid who he hadn’t seen in six years now, in a nightgown walking around the halls strumming loosely on a guitar. Frank, being the curious little fucker asks his favorite nurse ever who the pretty little boy is, batting his huge doe eyes, and Debbie was totally willing to spill.

“His name is Brendon, and he dresses like a girl.” she starts out, setting Frank’s pills on his tray, and motioning at the water so he’ll drink it. “And he was pulled out of Freshman year because they found out he had Bulimia. Really gifted kid, singing, and music talent.” she sighed, Frank ignoring her by now because he KNEW he knew that kid. Nobody else in the never could have as pretty legs as that unless you’re Mikey Way. So one day he whistles at Brendon walks by his door with a can of Sprite, and Brendon pokes his head in the room and goes all “holy shit!”.

“Hey Brenny!” Frank says enthusiastically, and Brendon stands in the doorway and plays with the hem of his blue cardigan. He looks nervous, his thin face even more pale than Frank could tell in the lighting of the hallway.

“What are you doing here?” Brendon asks, stepping into the room a little further.

Frank smiles, “Shitty immune system.”

“They talking at Mason-” Brendon says suddenly, “About me being excepted but never coming?”

Frank shakes his head, “Nah, man. You’re cool.” he pauses, “Are you gonna be a Sophomore next year?”

“No. I’m getting held back, but I’m still accepted.”

And that was the start of an odd friendship.

~

“Alright class is over, put your crap away.” Gerard says, laughing, “Get out.”

People run out, pretty much, but Frank hangs back as usual. When everyone is out, Gerard closes the door and walked towards Frank, cupping his face in his hands and giving him a kiss. “Hi.” Frank says, kissing deeper, and locks his arms around Gee’s waist.

“I have to go early today.” Gerard says, and pulls away. “Sorry, love.”

Frank nods, and then scrunches up his eyebrows. “Do um...do you need to maybe feed?” Gerard gives him an odd look, and nods, but doesn't make a move.

“I don’t want to wear you out too much, honey.” he says, brushing his thumb over Frank’s cheekbone. They’re silent for awhile, you can still hear the noise of kid’s leaving. “I can just use a blood bag.” Frank just cranes his neck anyways.

Gerard kisses the spot before he lets his fangs pierce the soft skin below the scorpion on Frank’s neck. It’s not as orgasmic feeling as usual, because it’s not a marking, but just to feed. It still makes Frank weak at the knees, grabbing at Gerard’s forearms which already rest around his torso, pulling him into his support. Gerard pulls his fangs out after a while, licking at the bites making Frank make breathy noises that should be totally pathetic but are actually very endearing to Gerard, hearing his mate happy from letting his dominant feed off of him. Frank pants for a few minutes, while Gerard rubs his hands over his back.

“I love you.” it pops out of Frank’s mouth before he can stop himself.

Gerard looks startled but looks into his Frank’s eyes and says, “I love you, also.” he smiles, “But I kinda have to go.” Frank nuzzles his face into Gerard’s shoulder happily before pulling away and grabbing his bag off the floor, and giving Gerard one last kiss.

~

Frank accidentally takes the wrong way home. He’s never walked home from school. So it’s dark out now, and Frank is pretty sure he’s not in Belleville anymore.

The streets are quiet, a car passing every now and then, lined with trees and thick forest. He thinks he recognizes a square of trees that lead to his park, so he goes inside the forest. It’s dark but smells like dirt and rain, so Frank’s cool. He doesn't get scared easily. He trips a few times over roots and some rocks he doesn't see and then suddenly he gets this really fucking creepy crawly feeling like he's being watched. Frank attempts to run for a few yards, and then starts walking when he gets to a clearing that’s illuminated by moonlight.

“Great.” he says when he hears the crunch of leaves behind him. “Fuckin awesome.” he’s so gonna die, damn he can feel this shit in his gut. So he flips around and doesn't expect to see a huge white wolf, like we’re talking as big as a truck, that’s sitting with its head cocked to the side watching Frank while wagging his blonde tipped tail. “Hi, puppy!” Frank says happily, because huge wolves are totally much cooler than murderers.

The dog walks closer and that’s about the time Frank loses his shit because he knows that face. The blue eyes are flicked with gold, but other than that, the body language, stiff wide shoulders, huge build, and then it conforms it when he sees the necklace tight around the wolf’s neck. Thick leather with a small copper pendant that’s celtic knotted.

The wolf is Bob.

Bob.

Notes

BOBS A WEREWOLF WHO KNEWWWW

omg i took four hours today to write for you.

BECAUSE I LOVE YOU!

Anywho can i get some comments because shit they literally are the most motivating thing in the never.

Woof woof Lovelies,
XoXo Sage