The following is a recollection of events either experienced directly by me, or received second hand from Gerard. Some of the conversations may not my completely accurate, but fuck it! Close enough, right? So here it goes:
We got to the dance, which was cool if you like that kind of thing. I never admit it to people, but I really do like this kind of thing. It’s the closest I can get to a club until I manage a fake i.d. or turn twenty-one. So we walked into the gym and saw a bunch of guys in dorky suit jackets, none as dorky as mine, but still pretty dorky. All the girls were in different colored dresses of modest length. Nothing resembling a cheap porn video. Several teachers stood in the corner talking, drinking sodas, and basically ignoring all the kids. I looked around before I spotted them, Gerard and Melanie were right in the middle of the dance floor. Gee looked like he was having fun… good for him. Mikey and I slunk to the west wall, closest to the dj, and sat against it. Someone has to hold up the wall, right?
I’d be lying if I said that I looked at anything else but Gerard for the first half hour we were there. The song “Everybody Talks” by Neon Trees came on and I sighed.
“This is a pretty accurate song for you and Gerard, huh?” Mikey said, and I noticed that he still had one ear bud in despite how close we were to the speakers. I nodded slowly, deciding not to question it.
“Maybe you should go dance with him,” he suggested and I shrugged him off.
“Look at him out there! He’s having the time of his life with Melanie,” I sighed again.
“He keeps looking this way,” Mikey said. “So obviously he isn’t,” Mikey said.
The song “You Belong with Me,” by Taylor Swift came on, and I groaned before getting up and going to the bathroom. The music was muffled in there, and it felt good to splash cold water on my face.
From what I’m told, Melanie and Gerard kinda got into a fight while I was in the bathroom. I asked Gerard what happened later, and basically Melanie started to kiss him and grabbed his package.
Gerard was all like “Dude! Stop! What the fuck!?” and she tried it again but Gerard wouldn’t let her. She then started to make remarks about him being gay and mentioned that she had something to do with what happened to my locker. (I KNEW IT! BWAHAHA BITCH!) Gerard told her to go choke on the dildo. That boy is truly amazing sometimes.
So Gerard was just kind of sulking around when Mikey walked up to him. Mikey is awesome, like seriously, I’m so glad he decided to not talk to me that first day at Youth Group.
“Why don’t you ask Frank to dance?” he said. The music was too loud for anyone to hear him. It was some Nikki Minaj song, but it was the clean version so it sounded weird. You’re a stupid- You’re a you’re a stupid-. Yay awkward pauses.
“Mikes, you know why I can’t do that,” Gerard said as an excuse.
Apparently Mikey got kind of pissed. “No Gerard, I don’t! Enlighten me, and don’t blame Dad this time. If you really like him and you want to dance with him then fucking do it! You need to stop caring so much about what other people think!”
“I-I don’t care what they think!” Gerard probably stuttered out. I can hear him saying it that way.
“Then prove it. LOOK, he’s right there. Stop treating him like shit and go ask him to dance!”
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