Give Em' Hell, Kid

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[A/N] IM SO SORRY I HAD TO DELETE MY WATTPAD ANF I FORGOT MY PASSWORD IM CRY. okay I'm good... ^•^ I love you
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~FRANKS POV~
'I GOT SOMETHING TO SAY
I KILLED YOUR BABY TODAY
IT DOESNT MAT-'
I slam my alarm and jump out of bed since today I'm on a mission to find out more about that hottie. His names along the lines of Gerald and Jeremy I think. Whatever I can just stalk- no, follow him and try to converse than we can do the buttsecks!! I read way too many fanfictions.
I trow on a black skinnies, black flag shirt, a misfits hoodie and grab everything I need for school and literally run out the door.
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When I get to the gates of school I try to find my friend Kathleen. She's really cool!! She's a feminist and is a pretty funny chick. "FRANKENSTEIN YOU LOOK LIKE YOUR HAVING A PAINFUL PROSTATE EXAM."
Yep. That's Kathleen.
"Hey Hanna." i said as she ran over from where she was originally standing.
"Dude I wrote a song last night. Crazy shit right?"
"Holy crap can you show me it after school?"
"No need! I brought it. Here kiddo."

'Rebel girl by Kathleen Hanna'
'That girl thinks she's the queen of the neighborhood
She's got the hottest trike in town
That girl she holds her head up so high
I think I wanna be her best friend, yeah

Rebel girl, rebel girl
Rebel girl you are the queen of my world
Rebel girl, rebel girl
I think I wanna take you home
I wanna try on your clothes, uh

When she talks I hear the revolution
In her hips, there's revolution
When she walks, the revolutions coming
In her kiss, I taste the revolution

Rebel girl, rebel girl
Rebel girl you are the queen of my world
Rebel girl, rebel girl
I know I wanna take you home
I wanna try on your clothes, uh

That girl thinks she's the queen of the neighborhood
I got news for you she is!
They say she's a slut, but I know
She is my best friend, yeah

Rebel girl, rebel girl
Rebel girl you are the queen of my world
Rebel girl, rebel girl
I know I wanna take you home
I wanna try on your clothes

Love you like a sister always
Soul sister, rebel girl
Come and be my best friend
Will you rebel girl?
I really like you
I really wanna be your best friend
Be my rebel girl'

I looked up at Kathleen in shock and started jumping up and down. "HOLY FUCKING SHIT KATHLEEN YOU HAVE START A BAND THIS SONG IS A FUCKING ANTHEM!"
She looked at me in a serious way than, in less than a second started jumping with me "YOU THINK FRANKIE THE SONGS ABOUT THIS GIRL I SAW WHEN I WAS PAINTING AND THE LYRICS JUST CAME TO ME."
"Who is she?!" I asked
"She goes to this school and I've seen her at the art store I go to but I have no fucking clue what her name is."
"Well what does she look like?"
"She wears plaid skirts a lot-"
"Like you."
"Thank you Frank."
"No problem."
"Babe shut up. Like I was saying she wears plaid skirts, band tees and combat boots. She's literally perfection her hair is a beautiful black, her pale skin is flawless, her red lips make her look like some punk queen and her legs ugh don't get me started I would do some naughty things with h-"
"Hanna." I said
"Yes Mr.Iero." she said making me sound like my asshat dad. HE WORKED AT MY SCHOOL FOR FRICKS SAKE. THE WORST PART IS HE TEACHES ME!!
"You got a bit profane and ew no stop."
"Hey your dads a respected man you better take that back he could send you to church camp if he finds out about you being a flaming homosexual."
"Fuck off panty snatcher." I started walking away in a joking manner.
"YOUR JUST MAD THAT I GET MORE BITCHES THAN YOU."
"THIS IS LITERALLY YOUR FIRST CRUSH GIMME FACTS OR GET THE FUCK OUT OF MY FACE."
"I LOVE YOU TOO." She screamed
'ring ring ring'
"SEE YOU LATER KATHY"
"Dude I have class with you." She laughed. Damn I'm stupid.
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{LUNCH}
~GERARD GAY POV~
This is my life I guess. No friends, no brother, no relationship, nothing.
I still have my mom that hates me though. Whatever. I'm currently pitying myself and listening to Luna by The Smashing Pumpkins. I'm sitting against the tree that faces the track and watching some kids fuck around. The short one wearing a Misfits sweater and black skinnies looks at me with wide eyes and the other one wearing a The Smiths shirt and a red plaid skirt looks at me and she exchanges a look with him. "Holy fuck that's the dude you were talking about." She said "He's pretty hot I can't blame you."
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~FRANKS POV~
What the fuck is Kathy doing. OH MY FUCKING SWEET PEA SHES DRAGGING ME TO THE BEAUTIFUL MR WHATS HIS NAME. I will hold this against her forever.
~GERARDS POV~
They're either going to beat me up or beat me up. FUCK FUCK FUCK I DIDNT DO ANYTHING. The girl looks tough.
"Hiya I'm Kathleen and this is Frank." He awkwardly smiled at me and looked at his vans.
"I'm Gerard." I said shyly. Franks head shot up he looked in disbelief and confusion.
"May I ask what your name is again?"
"Oh um my names Gerard. Gerard Way." Does he actually care meh.
"oh my fuck it can't be." he whispered to himself
"Come again?" I asked
"I'm sorry I have to go." He said and ran off.
I looked at Kathleen who seemed to be more open. She was crying her fucking eyes out.
"Y-your Mikey-s b-brother." She said in between sobs. Than she said
"That was you! The little 13 year old in his Iron Maiden t-shirt who would always draw comic book characters."
"How did you-?" Oh my god that's Hanna Mikey's friend who would stay over when her dad got touchy on her.
"Holy shit."
"We need to find Frank he gets a bit um uh we need to find him."