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

(40.) Frank Lero

(((Hate me for the title vibes)))

I was nervous for school starting up again.

There were going to be shitty people and shitty teachers, just the normal, but I don't know what Soren would say to me.

She'd been avoiding everyone except for her only friend, Victor. I had tried several times before break to talk to her, but she always snapped at me when I mentioned Trenton.

Soren was going to have to face me eventually.

"Ready to go?" Frank asked, looking at me with a small grin.

I snorted. "No, never have and never will be."

"Same," He sighed, grabbing my hand and opening the door to my bedroom, and we walked out together.

We passed the bus and this guy that was kind of popular or something, I can't remember, named Ben, through a bottle of water at my head as he drove by.

"Faggot!" He shouted at me. I rolled my eyes, but Frank was getting pissed.

"It's fine, baby, leave it." I tugged on his hand gently, but he'd already picked up a stone and aimed it at Ben's head.

"That's my boyfriend you're talking to!" Frank shouted angrily, releasing the stone from his hand. It his Ben right in the nose. I saw blood rushing out already.

"Dammit," He growled and put his head back in the window.

"Frank," I sighed. "You don't have to try and murder everyone that tries to insult me, you know."

"I don't care," Frank shrugged at me. "I want to, so I will."

"Alright then."

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In Miss. Baker's class, we had a substitute. She was terrible at reading, I could tell that much.

Especially when she was taking roll.

"Frank Lero?" She called looking around the room. I sniggered and Frank kicked my leg gently.

"It's actually Iero, Ms." He corrected her, slightly mad, but he wasn't going to try and start a fight with a sub.

During the rest of class, I kept doodling Lero in curly writing on Frank's hand whenever he started daydreaming.

Every time he snapped out of it, he glared playfully at me and rubbed on the word, but I kept doing it.

"You are a piece of work," Frank laughed when the bell rang and we walked together out of the classroom.

We passed Ben and one of his friends, Jeremy I think his name was. Jeremy had a bag of ice pressed to his friend's face.

The thing that caught my attention, though, was his hand was resting on Ben'd thigh.

How gay of them.

Fucking hypocrites.

I changed my username, in case you hadn't noticed, it is now Marktopus, it used to me Nxvxrlxnds.

Mostly cuz Mark Hoppus is bae af.

#StilCryingOverTomDeLonge2k15

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~I have a big butt, whatevs~

Ari Thomas<3