Death dreams (frerard / peterick)

Chapter 1

'Good morning Gerard! Stay hydrated and text me back after you're dressed, ily - mom xx'
'Rise and shine gee, text me after your dressed plz'
'Gerard your normally awake by now, it's 7:30! School starts at 8:45'
'Gerard its 8:00! I'm leaving for your house'
Texts ran through Gerards phone every couple of minutes. He reached over and checked the time. "Shit..." He whispered it was 8:25 and He had 3 texts off Frank and one off his mom. The red headed boy rolled out of his covers and walked sleepily towards his wardrobe. He didn't really have time for a shower. He pulled on a shirt which he'd grabbed out the wash along with tight, black skinny jeans and a hoodie. Usual Thursday morning clothes.
'Gerard I'm walking down your street now, you better have your ass in gear'

Slowly walking downstairs, unsurprisingly, Frank was already at the door. "Hey Frank," Gerard yawned, "just putting my shoes on."
"Dude, are you alright? You look a bit, well, tired. Did you get any sleep last night?" Gerard yawned again and shook his head.

As they were leaving the drive, Frank stopped and put his hands on Gerards shoulders. "Why didn't you sleep?" Gerard shrugged and spun around to face the other boy.
"I'll tell you Later. You can come round after school if you want? Mikey with his girlfriend all evening and moms at work..." He shrugged and turned back around, walking forwards.
"Whatever,"

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Patrick was the kinda kid that wouldn't really talk to anyone. Shy, introverted, short. The kid that you'd call the 'weird' one. But that's what intrigued Pete.

Pete wentz would be there to crack any kid out of their shell and open them up to his world of band members, loud mouthed dickbags and guitars. But the only way to describe Pete was : emo. But he was a popular emo. Extroverted, potty mouthed and hot. Pete wentz was hot as hell. Or so that's what everyone thought of him. The hot, popular emo was what he was. The King of his group.

Patrick stump thought all that too, being just as intrigued by Pete as he was of him.

It was when Patrick was writing down some words for a song he was thinking of when Pete came over and talked to him.

"Hey,"

Patrick was taken back at first, he made the stupid mistake of looking behind him to make sure Pete wasn't talking to anyone behind him when it was obvious he wasn't.
"Um hi...'
"You're new around here? Aren't you?"
Not much so, thought Patrick. He'd been here a month and hadn't talked to anyone but the teachers in that time.
"Kinda.."
"Well I'm Pete, Pete Wentz," he held out his hand for Patrick to shake, "and you are?"
"Oh um Patrick, Patrick Stump" he took Petes hand and shook it greatly. This seemed to impress Pete much so.
"I love a good handshake," Pete smiled like a puppy and winked at Patrick before strutting of back to his other friends.

Patrick may have been having a fanboy moment right when Pete turned his back.

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"Hey Gerard! Over here!" Frank stood up from his bench and shouted across the cafeteria.
"Well, this is embarrassing..." Muttered Gerard.
Everyone was staring at him, he glared at Frank who was slowly sitting back down, laughing.
"Dickbag," the red haired boy said under his breath, as he made his way over to Franks table.
"Sorry dude," laughed Frank. Gerard shook his head and sat down next to the other boy.
"Doesn't matter," the red head sighed. Frank turned to Gerard with an excited look, which made him look as if he were to burst at any given moment. "What is it?"
"The music department is letting me keep the guitar I've been playing these past two years," Frank smiled which made Gerard smiled. Only a little, but it was still a smile. Which made Frank smile even more because Gerards little smile was one of the cutest things in the world to Frank so that made the other boy smile more. 

Gerard and Frank where then rudely interrupted by the one and only Brendon urie and his boyfriend, Ryan Ross.

Nobody took the piss out of them because they knew that Brendon had many tricks up his sleeve like getting the entire school to beat you up, all teachers to fail all your papers or get you kicked out.

People feared Brendon but he was a good soul to people who he liked. Such as Ryan, Pete and Frank. His closest friends. He never had anything to do with Gerard though strangely enough, they were in the same art class but they never spoke nor even looked at each other.

"Ryan! Brendon! How are you guys?" Frank stood up and shook both Brendon and Ryan's hands. Brendon smiled.
"All good, you? Oh Frankie! I didn't know you got a boyfriend too!" Ryan laughed at his boyfriends joke as Frank glared at Brendon.
"I swear to god Bren," Frank shook his head, " but this is Gerard, my BEST FRIEND"

"Okay okay! I'm joking! Nobody even knows your sexuality. You could be attracted to dogs for all we know, considering you have like what? 184 dogs?" Ryan laughed again and hit his boyfriend playfully.

"Anyway hello Gerard, I'm Brendon as you probably already know." Brendon held out his hand and Gerard took it. He shook it properly and smiled. Ryan just simply smiled and waved sheepishly.

"Hey, I'm having a party tonight, everyone's invited. You two wanna come? It's at 7, my house." Brendon smiled and gestured towards Frank to say something.

Gerard nudged his best friend in the knee. Frank came out of his daze and nodded really fast.

"Totally! Me and Gerard would be happy to come! Right Gee?" Gerard bit his lip and stared at Frank before nodding slightly. Brendon beamed.

"Wonderful! Go tell people okay? See you two later!" Brendon took Ryan's hand and strolled off.

A minute later, Brendon came back and tapped Frank on his shoulder from behind. "using pet names for each other now, I see." He whispered and laughed at his own joke. Frank glared at Brendon and stamped on his foot.

"Say anything like that again, that foot of yours won't be on the end of your leg. It'll be up your arse." Frank smiled and got off Brendon's, now badly bruised, foot.

"Love you too." Brendon laughed and walked away.