If It Means A Lot To You... (Frerard)

(1.) No Such Thing As A Perfect Morning

Mornings were like meals. They could be ruined by one tiny thing. It all just depended on what kind of person you were. People who were picky let their meals be ruined by something as a few extra grains of salt than they were used. I was not one of those people.

I always tried to be positive in the morning, telling myself that today was going to be better than yesterday. And the day before that, and so on.

Despite my convincing myself, I still had a bad morning, everyday. Not just bad mornings either, bad days too. The kind where the sky seems grayer than it actually is, even if you live in fucking California, where it hardly ever rains.

But I didn't live in California. No, I lived in fucking Missouri. The weather was almost always bad. The sky was just gray with rain. People were so careless, they let the very planet they lived on whither away, not even doing anything to stop it from doing so. "Global Warming is something made up so we'll buy electric cars" No you stupid ass twink, it was real and out there.

Some people actually manged to have good morning in spite of all of this. How they did so was beyond me. I yearned to find out how they did. How anybody had good mornings. Especially on a Monday. And especially the Monday after your grandmother's funeral. I just don't understand. The fucking sky is fucking gray, not blue, gray. It's supposed to be fucking blue, but no.

Maybe I just shouldn't think about this sort of thing at four am, two hours before I actually had to drag myself out of bed to go to school. I tried not to think about how life was basically being thrown down the drain by the same species as me, but I just can't help myself.

Of course I never spoke out on my feelings to my family. Well, not Mikey, he just doesn't really care. He's more concerned over his girlfriend being at school, or not being at school.

I wondered how Mikey didn't have a bad day. Everyone thought he was gay when he said he was in a relationship with someone named Cole. God forbid he be gay, then everyone would hate him, and he'd actually have to socialize with his brother.

Naturally, since I was in fact gay, everyone assumed it ran in the family, and that Mikey was the same as me. It wasn't that way, obviously.

Mikey Way spent most of his time at school peeking into the girls' locker room, or staring at girls asses in general. I was quite the opposite. I found that boys had particularly nice asses, nice and firm. I know it makes me sound like a creeper, but it's entirely true.

Especially one boy in particular.

Frank Iero was good lucking in general. It was just an added bonus that he had a nice ass, and that I may or may not spend a lot of time admiring it from a distance. That was just my thing.

Frank was well known throughout the school as the most popular guy ever. But not even he was perfect. Frank flirted with everybody, girls, guys, people who were agender, or genderfluid. Nobody knew his exact sexuality, not even his closest friends.

As for friends, I had a grand total of three. Three amazing friends who all knew, unfortunately, about my interest in Frank. They constantly teased me about it.

These three magnificent friends were Trenton and the school's first gay couple, Vincent and Joshua. I aspired to have a relationship like theirs.

Everyday, they cuddled, kissing a lot, just generally making me and Trenton very uncomfortable. They could care less, I think they actually enjoyed making everyone shift their eyes away from them, trying to focus on anything other then the gay couple furiously making out.

My mom was great as mothers go. She allowed girls and boys into my room, whereas a normal mother would say 'hell no' to girls in my room. But since I was gay, she didn't care. I did actually have one friend that was a girl, she didn't go to our school since she stayed at home all day.

As for boys in my room, my mom knew that Trenton was 100% straight and wouldn't try anything with me. And Vincent and Joshua were dating, so there was big no to us doing anything other then being friendly. She didn't think about having orgies, but that was okay with me. I was not attracted to them in that way whatsoever. They were too short for me.

I know Frank's short too, but that doesn't matter. He's just Frank. Extremely short, and extremely sexy.

Trenton, being the oldest out of all of us, was outside my house right now in his car. He drove me to school, since I liked to be early. Totally not because that was when Frank was alone, eating breakfast at the lunch tables.

I quickly shoved on some black jeans and a Bowie shirt, pulling a hoodie over it. I didn't bother to do anything to my hair, it would just tangle up again in a matter of minutes.

Outside, Trenton was in his old beat up pickup truck, having a smoke while blasting some Queen CD.

"It's about time, what the hell were you doing in there?" He asked me as soon as I opened the door.

"Good morning to you too, sunshine." I rolled my eyes at him and took a seat on the worn out leather. "I was just thinking about life, just the usual."

Trenton sighed. "Don't think too hard next time, or we'll be late to school." He pressed on the gas and we made our way out of my neighborhood.

"We're never late." I pointed out. "Or on time, if I did spend more time thinking, the latest we would be is right on time."

Trenton rolled his eyes at me. "Whatever, you just want to stare mindlessly at Frank again, that's the whole reason we leave early anyways."

My cheeks turned bright red and I said nothing to that. It was true, anyways. "Keep your eyes on the road, Woodley."

Another frerard wtf.

Cole your in here,

and ur with Moiki

*dances*

wtf anyways this is another frerard cuz I can.

I won't spoil anything for yall, but you'll probably kill me for how this story ends.

~Carry On~

Ari Thomas<3