You Had Me At 'Down With Cis' | frerard

cause darling im a nightmare dressed like daydream

I ORIGINALLY HAD TWO DIFFERENT CHAPTERS FOR THIS PART AND I FIXED IT SO ITS TWICE AS HEARTWRENCHING AND EVERYONE WILL PROBABLY HATE ME BY THE END OF IT , ITS SUFFERING TIME EVERYONE :)))))

**Also trigger mention: f*ggot slur

IT WAS PAST MIDNIGHT. FRANK's smol hands were curled around his cell phone. The glow of his screen illuminated his room. One of his dogs, Sweetpea, was curled against him, fast asleep.

His and Gee's text conversation had stopped about an hour ago with Gee claiming that she needed beauty rest. Frank would have wittily responded that she needed all the sleep she could get, but Gee was way too pretty for him to even joke about it.

Usually at this hour Frank would be asleep, or too scared to sleep. (depending on if he tried to watch a horror movie before bed or not because let's face it Frank is precious, no matter how hard he tried to conceal it)

But tonight was different, he decided that sleep was for the weak and if more than half of his classmates stayed up this late, he could too. Tonight, Frank was on a mission.

He was educating himself. Well, first it started out with looking up what pansexual meant. Frank already knew what the terms gay, lesbian, and bisexual meant. He, like many other straight boys had once used lesbian as a way of defining himself, and know knew why that was problematic, and also why Dewees would always give him funny looks when Frank would try to explain a thing about sexuality.

"No wonder he never came out to me," Frank said aloud at two in the morning.

It was almost like an epiphany to Frank, how wrong he was about everything. He made a mental note to thank Gee in the morning, because googling pansexual opened up a whole new world for Frank.

Frank found wiki articles, and urban dictionary pages and even more things he wasn't aware about.

"What do you mean there's more than two genders!" he almost shouted at one point.

He clicked on the link, Frank was redirected to a site that he had only heard about once or twice. Tumblr. He read a masterpost or two about the subject he was trying hard to wrap his head around.

Frank saw a post with a shirt that looked almost like Gee's, the 'Down With Cis' shirt. It was a link to the Etsy where you could purchase it, but no explanation of what it meant or referred to.

He opened up another tab in his phone's browser, before typing the phrase in, he remembered Gee's uncomfortable laugh when he asked about it. A red flag or two went off in his brain. Frank searched 'Down With Cis'.

A link that took him back to tumblr popped up. There was a text post.

"Here's a thing that happened to one of my friends. I was there.

Basically, we were walking down the sidewalk, talking about something meaningless. I think it had to do with a movie. Then this bus screeches up, stops next to us, and a bunch of people with "Down with Cis" shirts climbed out and started beating him up. I was punched and kicked a bit too, but I managed to avoid brutalization by going for their faces. After figuring out what's happening, I started attacking them back, getting them off of him. He was quite injured but I called 911 and he made a full recovery at the hospital. I was fine, with only a cut on my arm that they patched up."

[a/n this is the real text post from tumblr where I got the idea for this fic from]

"What the fuck?"

This left him with way more questions than he came with. Frank decided that Gee was lying about the shirt.

He wanted to know more though. Franks fingers itched to type all the questions he had. What does cis mean? it describes gender identity, where individuals identify with the sex they were assigned at birth