band oneshots ✧ boy x boy

Therapy Group-Frerard

A/U: this is basically Gerard's point of view based on my other joshler one-shot.

Gerard's POV:

"You're going to this therapy group whether you want to or not!" my father screamed at me with rage, "what makes you think almost burning down the house is okay and a good idea?!" This time he was full-out pissed, but I'm my opinion it didn't seem like the worst idea. Fire is fascinating, I just wanted to get a better look.

Despite my frequent protests in desperation to un-attend this therapy group, I sat in the car with my earphones blasting Green Day in attempt to block out my parents' constant bickering.

"Behave yourself, Gerard." My mother said calmer than how my dad would of spoke to me. I managed to mumble something along the lines of "whatever" so it wouldn't give me enough time to scream.

I sat down in my miniature chair made for six year olds and observed the others around me. To the right there was a blond boy with glasses and a fedora talking to another boy with black hair about, "if you don't behave I'm not making out with you" which resulted in a round of okay's but mostly groans of protest.

To the left there was a boy who had brown hair and he was pretty hot if you ask me, just not my type, he couldn't seem to stay in his seat. There was another boy with freshly died hair and a nose ring looking at the ground, he looked pretty sad but not as sad as the boy sitting directly across from me. He has brown hair and was also peering around the room.

"Good afternoon everyone toda- Frank please sit down." The therapist, I assume, said while a extremely hot boy walked in pissed the fuck off. If you ever wondered what an angry punk fourteen year old looks like, this was him.

He kicked the plastic chair next to him with his foot, taking a seat in the one directly behind him before grumbling something under his breath. The therapist sighed in relief before starting to talk. Truth be told I blacked out only focusing on Frank until Ms. Williams announced that I would be sharing some information about myself first.

I stood up confidently making sure to be as sassy as possible before beginning, "I'm Gerard but please, call my Gee. I'm 17 years old and I'm here for pyromania, which means I have a impulse control disorder where I deliberately start fires. My parents sent me here after I almost set the house on fire, oops?" I made sure to add a sense of humor to my introduction which no one seemed to notice before taking my seat.

It was frank's turn to introduce himself, "I'm Frank. I'm 16 and according to everyone I have anger management problems. I don't have fucking anger problems! I'm a violent guy who doesn't believe in violence." He managed to calm down from his screaming. Not going to lie, he's very attractive.

"Looks like you have major anger issues to me." The black haired boy from earlier spoke up but only made Frank angrier as he jumped at him throwing punches. Everyone who was witnessing this going down seemed either shocked or scared. I sat there smirking at him while the blond boy looked more concerned than anything.

After Ms. Williams managed to disconnect the two, the introductions continued. My eyes focused on frank's, something about him was strangely captivating. It was announced that we would be taking a majority of the time to get to know one another.

As people shifted their seats to communicate to one another, no one seemed to acknowledge Frank. A boy named Brian came over to chat with me. He's here for drug addiction which isn't very surprising looking at his appearance.

"Yeah, one time I took steroids a few summers ago because this girl named Chelsea said she liked a man with muscle..." I didn't seem to pay much attention to what he was saying, more fascinated by the way Frank looked at his shoes in confusion.