The Opposite Of Love; ferard

2.0 (final)

the sequel, opposite of attraction (petekey :D) should be up soon, but keep this in you library and i'll post another chapter with the link and everything.

i just finished death note and i was  so happy with it, so really you should all watch/read it so we can fanhuman together.

school starts tomorrow i'm not ready.

***

it was nearly summer, and i was still surrounded by orange and silk. school was almost over, and i was going to pass.

at least there's something positive in staying with my father.

according to pete, gee came back the week after i left, but i hadn't seen him or mikey since. we hadn't spoken since that day.  i missed him, i missed him so fucking much, but i was afraid to reach out. i was scared.

I've always been scared.

***

graduation.

it's suppose to mean something, isn't it? the end of high school, the beginning of college, moving in with your match. it's all suppose to happen now.

but it didn't happen to me.

as i sat on a white foldable chair, dressed in my cap and gown, i considered my options. i could apply for a college that i couldn't afford and take a gap year, or i could do nothing with my life and keep crashing with my dad until he realized that i was, in fact, still here, or i could find a job barely paying a living wage and rent an apartment and continue to live a shit life.

"frank iero."

i stood, my gown swishing around me. i walked up to the stage, fixing my cap every now and again as it slide down my face. the principal handed me my diploma, and i accepted it with a tight face.

i was almost off the stage when i looked at the audience.

pete was the only person coming for me. i didn't ask, 'it's just what friends do'.

but i didn't expect to see the person beside pete.

i didn't expect to see him.

***

"gee," fuck. "i never really thought you'd come tonight."

"frank," he bite his lip, brushed back his hair, fidgeting and awkward as ever. "it's been a while."

"it has," i agreed. "a few months, yeah?"

"sorry-" the word fell out of our mouths at the same time.

"you go first."

"okay," he smiled slightly, but it quickly faded. "i know i over reacted. i realize that now. i was trying to control your life too much, and you were doing something you had been for a while. i shouldn't have let my feelings towards bert effect how i looked at you.

"it's just... mikey was in the hospital for days because of what bert gave him. and i know that i should blame my brother, because he took the pills, not bert, bert didn't make him, but i don't want you to end up like him. i fucking love you and i don't want to lose you. and if you keep doing drugs that's fine it's just-"

"gee,"

"yeah?" he looked nerve, all flushed and anxious, red-rimmed eyes.

"I've been clean since you left."

"oh," he stared at his feet, but i could make out a smile.

"oh," i echoed him. "well, see you around."

i turned, a faint smile on my face from just seeing him.

"frank?"

"mmh?" i turned.

and in a room full of teenagers i couldn't care less about and every single one of my teachers since i was 14, my match kissed me.

it was quick and fiery, forcing the air out of my lungs and life into my eyes.

and finally, i was home.