Pretty Odd. A Frerard Story.

Chapter 3 - Franks POV

The morning was radiant. Sun flooding every bit of shade. It was the type of morning which enabled you to feel as if you could face the world and win. It was the type of morning that I needed more often. I guess there were some benefits of being small, for one, the lockers weren't to compact when you were being shoved into them by some massive meat head jock. As I pulled my skinny jeans up and a Sleeping With Sirens top on the sudden realisation of this afternoon hit me. I could ditch this afternoon and no one would miss me. I wasn't someone people remembered. Invisibility seemed to be my superpower. I liked that though, it meant I got away with more than the average sophomore. I guess the only things that made me get out of bed this morning was the idea that I'll see Gerard again.
Grabbing an apple which would enevitably be my lunch, I left; starting my desent into 'hell'. Almost as soon as I entered the gates he spotted me. Sharply turning on my heels I attempted to make a get-away.
His hand clattered on my shoulder, forcing me to look at his eyes. "Hey emo" Ben coaxed, his voice soft yet tinged with hatred. "I was thinking and I think you'd look great stuffed inside my locker" he laughed grabbing my bag and forcing me inside the compact space. As the door slammed on my face I had no other options but to take out my nokia and play snakes. Being one of the only kids with a phone earnt me the nickname "Posh Frank." I guess that name stung less than Bens choice of words, yet I would have apriciated something more original. I couldn't wait until 2008. Collage seemed Like a dream compared to the dank walls of highschool. Nobody would ever want to be back in 2005. It just seemed so boring.
After waiting what I believed to be a safe ammount of time I managed to escape my metal walls and head off to the real prison, both metaphrically and litterally, maths class.
As I entered, I saw my only friend grinning at me amongst his cloud of hair. As I went to sit next to him I heard the bored droll of Mrs White say "Mr Iero, how greatful we are to be finally be graced with your presence, now please sit down and let us get back to pythagorus and his theorem."
The rest of the morning sped past, the idea that every second which passed was a second closer to seeing Gerard made me swell with excitement. I needed to know everything about him. He was so intriguing. He was so special.
As the lunch bell rang, I raced out of biology faster than you could say "the mitochondria is the powerhouse of the cell."
Exiting with a crush of seniors, I made a left turn and practically sprinted to the cafe. My lungs were burning and my eyes were starting to tear up, yet that didn't stop me as I burst through the door.
Glancing around the room my heart dropped when I realised that there was no flair of red hair to be seen. I hadn't expected Gerard to be the type of person to late. He seemed so organised. Determined to not let it faze me, I ordered a coffee and flapjack and sat in my usual place. The seconds ticked excruciatingly slowly, turning into minuets, which in turn changed to hours.
By the time I had given up all hope and demolished my flapjack to dust it was 3:31. I'd been sat here since 1. Waiting.
I wasn't stupid. I realised what had happened. Gerard had stood me up. I felt like such a fool. Why had I allowed my thoughts to get clouded by someone I hardly knew. Why was he all I could think of? Rising out of my chair, I started to make my way to the door. A small tap on my shoulder alerted me to a small boy, only 13 or 14 at the most. His brown hair echoing his bony cheeks. The resemblance to Gerard was uncanny. They both shared the sloping nose and slightly protruding teeth. Bags clung under his eyes and he looked exhausted. Clearly, he had not slept much.
"Excuse me, I don't mean to bother you but, um, I'm Mikey. Gerard asked me to be here. He- he couldn't make it. He's in hospital. He apologises and wants to see you another time and, and um-" the poor kid erupted in a wave of tears. Shaking with fear and sadness he didn't know where to go. I made an attempt to coax him into the booth where I had just been sitting at.
"Mikey, what's the matter." I asked. Concern seemed to flood me. Though I didn't know who I was concerned for. Was it Mikey, Gerard or my own selfish needs.
"He, he tried to kill himself last night." Were all Mikey could say before I started shaking. "He took some tablets, he's in hospital now. He's okay. But, he couldn't come. I'm sorry." Fresh tears burst from him, and I accompanied him with my own sadness.
I hardly knew them. Yet all I wanted to do was comfort Mikey. All I wanted to do was protect Gerard. I had know idea why.
I was straight. At least, that's what I've always believed. I've never had an attraction to a boy before.
At least. Not until now. This wasn't an attraction. I'm sure I'm not like that. Am I?
I just sat there. Staring wondering what I was going to do. How I was going to do it. Trying to learn as much about myself as I could.
The only human emotion I had lurking in the pit of my stomach was telling me to hug Mikey and stop his sadness. So, that's what I did.