Your Forever, My Eternity, Our Always (Frerard)

~One~

Today's the day. The day I transferred schools for the fifth time. At least i'm not alone, at least. I had him. After the 6th grade we transferred schools together. But they were all different from all the other times, we used to transfer over the summer, not in the middle of a school year, my Sophomore year, our Sophomore year. At least the school was a walking distance away so I wouldn't have to be stuck in a car with my problematic family that didn't even function like a family, or function at all for that matter; but at least he's there; my best friend, whom would join me on the walk to school.

There was a knock a the door, then two rings of the doorbell, our usual signal.

"FOR HEAVEN'S SAKE, CAN YOU NOT CAUSE SO MUCH FUCKING NOISE FOR ONCE IN YOUR LIFE?" It didn't even phase me. It seemed usual to me, like a routine. I decided to dismiss what my mother had just screamed at me- while most likely trying to avoid my father, like always - and I knocked back twice before opening the door.

"Hey bro! you ready?" His blonde hair glistened in the morning sunlight. Then it hit me, it was 8 am, mom should've left for work already, why hadn't she? Was she fired? Again? Whatever. Like I even cared anymore.

"Yeah, let's go." I heard footsteps making their way down the stairs of our rundown shack we call a home. I grabbed my bag as quickly as I could and pushed him out and rushed outside.

"I heard your mom screaming from outside you know." I sighed as he tried to keep up to my pace.

"Don't we all?" I let out a small laugh because it all too true, i'm just surprised our neighbors haven't call the police before moving out due to my family's dysfunctional qualities.

"I guess that is true..." We walked in silence. No words were spoken, just the natural sounds of Jersey. It was silent for what felt like 30 minutes, until we came upon a four way intersection. Damn, I wasn't good at navigation, exactly why I never venture off on my own.

"Um, which one do we take?"

"Straight obviously" ((But we ain't havin' non of that straight shit ~ Iggy (((TheDeceasedOne)))) He said that in a tone as if I was an idiot- which my grades would suggest otherwise. "So a new start, a new school, maybe we'd get some slack this time." I paused. These words were all to familiar, the lies we wanted ourselves to believe, to be able to live, but life doesn't exactly work that way, at least for us it doesn't. "That is what I usually say isn't it?"

I nodded. "I'm tired of it Frank, I don't even know why I try when it doesn't do jack shit." That's for sure. We were both sick of it, lying to ourselves that the abuse will stop, that we could have a fresh new start. Maybe we'd the rebels this time, the rebels people were afraid of, but I don't think we'd like that all too much, maybe be part of the normal group, average grades, wasn't picked on, by both their family and classmates. That's how I knew I was different, not normal. The constant shit that my family throws at me to tear me down right after someone (I'd doubt it was someone), or something had built me up, up to the very top. Then I'd come home to be demolished, to become rubble, trash, nothing, not a trace left behind. No one would remember the building that used to stand tall (or at least medium-sized), the building known as, 'Frank Iero.'

I slowly sighed as my soon to be hell hole called school. "My short ass height, my grades, my clothes, my hair...."

"Dude, what are you saying?" I hadn't realized I was spilling my thoughts out into the world.

"Just listing the shit i'll be picked on for.." He sighed, sounding dissapointed, I don't know why when it happened all the time.

We walked in silence, not a word was spoken. I was beginning to see my soon to be hellhole called 'school.' Damn I couldn't wait to see how i'd be treated here.