'Game over,' Says the female robotic voice just as my character dies on level 50; again.

"Agh, for fuck's sake," I moan, dropping the games controller on my bed. "Stupid fucking troll. Stupid fucking ribs, stupid fucking-"

"Gerard," I hear my mom call from upstairs. "Just because you're off school and injured doesn't me you're allowed to swear,"

"Sorry, mom," I call back, but groan at the pain in my ribs yet again.

They were still broken, but healing, and the bruises had faded. Plus my sling had been taken off so i could play on my Playstation now. Only to keep on dying at exactly the same point because I didn't upgrade the right weapon at the very start of the game.

I wanted Mikey to come home, so we could talk. I'd read all my comic books, more than once, I played all of music so much I was bored of most of it now. Plus if I kept on playing the same ones eventually the tapes would wear out.

Being injured was so boring. I preferred the daily torment of Frank Iero over this.

knock, knock

I snap my head up, listening hard. Who could that be? Mikey was still at school, and he didn't knock anyway.

Ray was still at school, and he never bunked off.

That left one person. Oh god, I thought his name too many times and summoned him, like a demon.

"Oh, Ray, honey," I hear my mother say cheerfully as she opens the door. Ray? It was him, but why was he here so early?

"Hey Mrs. Way," Ray greets cheerfully.

"Please, Ray, how many times have I told you? Call me Donna. Now if you don't mind my asking, what are you two doing here so early. School isn't over yet surely," She sounds perplexed and just as confused as I am.

"Oh um...." Ray trails off, I can picture looking at his shoes, trying to think of a lie.

"There was a leak in the science lab," I hear an all to familiar voice say. "So we thought we'd come here to see pa- I mean Gerard. You know, see how he's doing," Yep, my thoughts had been confirmed, Frank Iero was at my front door. Fuck! Frank Iero was at my front door!

I feel butterflies in my stomach at the thought. Wait what? Butterflies?

"Oh dear," My mom exclaims, concern clear in her voice. "Was anyone hurt?"

"No no, not to worry, Mrs. Wa- Donna," Frank corrects himself.

"Well that's good to hear. Oh and I'm sorry honey, I don't believe I caught your name," She asks.

"Frank, Frank Iero,"

"Well it's nice to meet you, Frank. Gerard's in his bedroom. Ray knows where it is don't you honey?"

I imagine Ray nods as I hear footsteps above me, getting closer and closer to the basement door. Frank was coming. Frank Iero was going to come into my room. Oh crap.

Why was I so nervous, I couldn't explain. The only time I felt like this was in fourth grade, when Rosie Jowitz had been assigned to sit next to me. She was the prettiest girl in school, she still is.

Did I like Frank? No way. Okay, so yeah I was gay, everyone knew that. But Frank? My tormentor, the person who had put me through hell every single school since when he transferred in middle school.

“Hate is often an obverse form of love. You hate someone whom you really wish to love but whom you cannot love.”

The quote I have seen somewhere before rings in my head. Oh no, I liked Frank.

"Hey, Gee," I look up from staring at my covers and see Ray stood in the doorway of my room, beaming.

"Hey, Pansy," I look over Ray's shoulder and can just see the top of Frank's head. He really was short. Then again, short was cute.

"Hey Ray, Frank," I nod at them as Ray walks in before dropping himself onto my bed. I expect Frank to follow but he just stand awkwardly in the door way.

"You can come in you know," I tell him. He does so ad sits awkwardly at the very edge of my bad.

"So what really happened?" I ask them. They look at me, confused. "Oh come on, we all know that there was no leak in the science lab,"

"Oh right," Ray smiles and chuckles, looking over at Frank.

"Frankie here," Ray begins. Frankie? What the hell, when did they become such good friends. I recognize the feeling of jealousy and shake it off, cursing myself for being mad at Ray. "Punched Brock's lights out and got suspended,"

I smile and look over at Frank. "No way dude," I exclaim. "Wait why are you both here?" I ask.

"Frank's mom isn't home yet so I offered to take him away from the clutches of Mr. Petite," I laugh at this, just as Frank leans into us like we're co-conspirators.

"You know why they call him Mr. petite right?" Frank whispers as Ray and myself shake our heads.

"Well, he's a french teacher and petite means small in French," Just as Frank says this he points to his dick as all three of us burst out laughing.

Notes

Hoped you enjoyed this chapter by Evil and now I'm off to hunt down skel and found out why she hasn't updated for over a month.

XOXO
-Evil