Hell-Bent On Slipping Away

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SO I've been writing this story for a while and am pretty confident in it. It's completed and revisions are almost done, so I'm really excited about publishing it.

Anyways, this is a high school Freard AU, if you didn't catch that from the description. It's set in Indianapolis, Indiana instead of Belleville because screw it. I've decided to get rid of first person point of view forever, and thank god I have. This story is a lot better than anything I have written in the past (all of which has been taken down due to its horrible quality except for The Paper Kingdom, for which I have a growing dislike). The chapters are shorter, which I honestly prefer. And since it's already completed, I'll do my best to remember to update every week. Sound good? Okay.

This first chapter is dedicated to cemetery_flowers because you're always the first to read and vote on my stories. ily <3

Read on and enjoy :)

-cady

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"A friend is one who knows you and loves you all the same." -Elbert Hubbard

Gerard leaned in, practically on top of Frank, slowly closing his eyes. Their lips were almost touching, but Frank backed away at the last second.

Gerard's eyes fluttered open. "Chicken!" he exclaimed, removing himself from Frank and sitting back down on the bed. He brushed a lock of long hair out of his face - it was cherry red now, a big difference from the bleach blonde two months ago and the jet black that he wore when Frank had first met him in middle school.

"I know, I know," said Frank, defeated. Gay chicken always ended the same way for them - Frank always lost, Gerard always won.

Gerard won at everything between the pair. It may have been his age; two years can make a big difference. Or it may have been the fact that Gerard was naturally talented at whatever he tried, leaving Frank to be the omega in their friendship. As spacey as Gerard was, Frank found it somewhat hard to believe that he found so much success in academics as well as arts.

Gerard also won at being the most confusing. Sometimes he would say the most outlandish things, things that never made sense to Frank. Other times he would allow Frank a glimpse into his mind, his insight, his dreams. He was always up for sneaking out, often to Frank's house or another point of interest never disclosed, and Frank knew that he would stay safe but couldn't help but worry. And not to mention his sexuality. Gerard hadn't "come out" per say, but he didn't ever say anything otherwise. Frank just had his suspicions, and he had known him for almost four years, but in that time, Gerard never dated anybody.

With his best friend, Frank was an open book, yet still timid all the same, meaning he was far too nervous to come out himself. He hadn't told him that he wasn't straight when Gerard expressed his rather passionate opinions against homophobia, as opportune a time that was. Plus, gay chicken was always somewhat fun for Frank, even if he was always the loser; and if you're actually gay (or somewhat gay, like he was), that's cheating.

Presently, Gerard unpaused the video game in front of them. It was some war game he had brought over to Frank's house, and Frank sucked at it. It took him a while to realize that he had been already killed and out of the game for five minutes. Frank watched Gerard's playing, mesmerized, until he too eventually lost the game.

"Play again?" the older boy asked, looking up. Frank shook his head no. "Why not?" Gerard's eyebrows furrowed. He obviously enjoyed the game.

Frank shrugged. "I'm no good at it. And dinner is gonna be ready soon."