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

(3.) Faggots Are Hot

I found myself, once again, the guy without somebody to make out with. There was no hope trying to continue any kind of conversation with Trenton, he was too busy with Soren. The whole rest of my morning before school started was spent intently watching Frank.

He was just so cute, I can't help myself.

Eventually, his friends came to him, and I saw how quickly he hid the leather journal in his bag as they approached him. There was obviously things inside of it he didn't want people to see.

"Hey Frank," One of them gave the short boy a fist bump. "Why you hanging near these faggots, man?"

Frank shrugged, turning around to look at us. My heart nearly stopped as his gaze rested on me. He just shrugged again. "Faggots are hot." I almost choked.

"Whatever, man," The tallest of his friends rolled his eyes, and they dragged little Frank with him.

What the fuck did he mean by faggots are hot? Was he talking about me? Or just guys in general? I had no fucking clue, but I sure as hell hoped he meant me. Probably not. I was just Gerard, why would he ever like me? The simple answer is, he wouldn't.

I breathed out a long sigh and turned my attention to Trenton and Soren. Making out again. I rolled my eyes and tapped Trenton on the shoulder. "I still exist, you know."

"Wha?" he broke away from Soren and turned back to me. "Oh, sorry dude, I was kind of busy."

"I'll see you later, then?" Soren stood up and gave Trenton a kiss before leaving.

"Are you guys even dating?" I asked. "Or are you just making out all the time?" It sure as hell didn't sound like Trenton to just make out with a girl. He loved relationships, although he'd barely been in any. Still better than me, I'd never had a boyfriend.

Frank wasn't in any relationships, as far as I knew. I'd never seen him kiss a boy, or a girl. He just kind of flirted with everybody. Even his own friends who were all about no homo. I think he just enjoyed making people uncomfortable.

I know Frank had been asked out by a few girls, but he'd declined every time with the same excuse. "My heart belongs somewhere else, sorry" I had no idea who he was talking about, but I was jealous of them.

The warning bell rang, splitting Vincent and Joshua away from each other. I slung my bag over my shoulder and helped Trenton off the bench.

All the way to class, I argued with Trenton over what Frank had said. "What if he was talking about you, you're the only single gay guy out of the four of us!"

I wrinkled my nose at him. "But I'm gross, it surely isn't me." There was still a slight chance that it was me Frank was talking about.

My heart fluttered at the thought of Frank having a crush on me.

"Nah, you look fine," Trenton dismissed him with a wave of his hand. "Oh, and me and Soren are dating, sorry I kind of forgot to tell you when the bell rang."

I nodded. Frank wouldn't like me, right? He couldn't. I was a year older than him, plus I was tall and awkward while he was small and confident.

There was absolutely no chance of anything happening between us, I had barely ever talked to him, being the chicken I was.

Nothing would ever happen.

Or so I thought.

{HEY GURL or boy or neither, whichever you prefer :3

i updated this cuz i can

dedication is to Cole, as usual, cuz Cole is bae.

I'm listening to Joy Division , so shh.

Enjoy loves}

~Carry On~

Ari Thomas<3