The Aesthetically Pleasing Punk-Rock Princess Named Frankie

Nice Ass, Princess

When Frank arrived at the bus stop, he grinned lightly, immediately noticing that there was no shortage of cute boys. He scanned his eyes over the black haired boy wearing the football jersey labelled "Way". Damn he was cute..

The boy turned when he noticed Frankie staring. He immediately burst out laughing. "O-Oh my God!! At first I thought you were a hot chick!! What a fag, right guys?!" The boy asked his group of friends loudly.

They all shouted in agreement and Frankie sighed in annoyance, rolling his eyes. What a great way to start his day! Damn, and he would have even topped that guy too if he wasn't such an ass. And thats saying a lot coming from the world's bottomest bottom.

"You know, you don't have to be an ass because I actually wash my hair. I'm sure you'd look like a hot girl too if you took the effort to wash yours." I murmur calmly, giving him a rude look and all of his friends cheer.

"Oooooooo, you just got served, by a lady!" Bert McCracken yelled as he laughed hysterically.

Gerard had a look of shock on his face before he recovered, grumbling like a child. "Shut the fuck up, McCracken. You too, midget fag."

Frankie giggled softly at the weak insult, rolling his eyes as the bus rolls in. "Butthurrt.. " Frankie sang before he boarded the bus, sitting in the single seat in the very back of the bus, putting his ear buds in his ears. Man. Straight cis guys are so fucking annoying!

He curled up into his seat, wrapping his arms around his bag and cuddling into it as the pleasant sound of The Bouncing Souls blared into his ears. Fuck, I love this band.. Frankie thought, fluttering his eyes shut.

Frankie awoke with an unpleasant, slimy sensation sliding down his cheek. He groaned and peeled his eyes open, attempting to wipe whatever's on his face off, screaming when he sees that there was a fuCKING SLUG ON HIS FACE!!

He growled, his eyes full with fury as he scooped the slug into his hand gently. He wasn't going to hurt the slug. He was going to eND the asshole who put the poor slug on his face and expected to not diE. Namely, that fucking 'Way' kid.

Gerard laughed hysterically at Frankie's reaction, practically wheezing from laughing so hard. Frankie was pissed to say the least. Frankie gave the slug to a kid who was asking to hold it before he turned and glared at Gerard before lunging at him, tackling him into his seat.

Frankie straddled his hips and swung weak hits at Gerard's face, punching Gerard's arms a few times as he attempts to shield himself. "Fairy, chill! It was only a joke!"

Gerard's friends eventually pulled him off Gerard as Frankie pouted. He fucking pouted. Gerard just thought it was the most precious thing ever. He wouldn't tell anyone that, though. Never.

"Gerard, shut up. You're gonna get yourself punched again." Bert chuckled, letting Frankie go. Gerard. That's his name. Cute.

"Damn right he's gonna get fucking punched." Frankie grumbled, stalking off the practically empty bus with everyone else.

Gerard whistled as Frankie turned away from him, smirking. "Nice ass, princess!" Gerard called.

Frankie rolled his eyes and gave Gerard the middle finger before stepping off the bus. Asshole.