You Know What They Do To Kids Like Us In High School (Frerard)

3) DEAD!!!

Gerard's POV

I feel bad. After Frank had saved me from Biersack, I ran into the restrooms and blocked myself in one of the stalls. I wondered how a guy who was and I quote, 'Crafted by the Gods' could beat a kid up on their first day? I know I used to get beaten up a lot at my old school but I thought this would be different; obviously not.

After a few minutes later, I walked out of the restrooms and headed 'home.'

When I arrived back Grandma Helena and Mikey bombarded me with questions. I ended up telling them that Frank had to ask me something and I walked him home. An obvious lie but they took it.

After that I went up to my room and began to do my art assignment. Do an art piece that expresses the joys of life and humanity. Not me then. I sigh and make a start on it.

I later went on the internet before having dinner (which was a few spoon fulls of soup) and going to bed.

I woke the next morning, washed, dressed, ate and went to school. I went to all my classes before lunch and for lunch I sat with Mikey, Frank, Ray, and Bob.

Frank's POV

"A D," Gerard said when he sat down at our table. He put down some papers. It was an art assignment. "We were told yesterday that this assignment was supposed to be in today and we're supposed to do it no matter what. And yet they give me a D."
I pick up the papers and look at the drawing. It shows a gray silhouette sat down with sun rays shining above it. It also has a description with it that I was too lazy to read.
"Don't worry about it Gerard," Bob said.
"Yeah," Ray agreed, "I mean this is your first assignment. It doesn't have to be perfect,"

We spent the entire lunch time talking again but before we knew it we had to be at Music. Mr Screegus was cheery today as he said we had a Music Project, "As most of you know," he started,"I love seeing you perform. I will be asking you to write a song about either love, loss or death. And I need it done by the end of the week. And no complaining!"
We all walked into our practise room, "So," I said, "Love, loss or death. Which should we pick?"
"I already have a song about death written. We can expand upon it?" Gerard asked.

And so we did. Three days later we were in music with a finished song and project completed. All that was left was the performance.
"Guys, I'm nervous." Gerard said during rehearsals.
"You should be nervous," I said placing a hand on his shoulder. I felt a buzz run through it.
"You need to be more confident," Mikey said. "Only nine other people will hear you sing besides us,"
"I guess so," Gerard didn't sound so sure.

We were called out of the practise room to watch the other groups performaces. Fall Out Boy performed a song called Death Valley and All Time Low performed a song called If These Sheets Were States. Then there were the unnamed group with a song written by our vocalist himself. As we began to play I was focused completely on the music until Gerard came in with the lyrics.

***

Yeah!

And if your heart stops beating
I'll be here wondering
Did you get what you deserve?
The ending of your life
And if you get to Heaven
I'll be here waiting, babe
Did you get what you deserve?
The ending
And if your life won't wait
Then your heart can't take this

Have you heard the news that you're dead?
No one ever had much nice to say
I think they never liked you anyway
Oh take me from the hospital bed
Wouldn't it be grand?
It ain't exactly what you planned
And wouldn't it be great if
We were dead?
Oh Dead!

Tounge-tied and oh so squeamish
You never fell in love
Did you get what you deserve?
The ending of your life
And if you get to Heaven
I'll be here waiting, babe
Did you get what you deserve?
The ending
If your life won't wait
Then your heart can't take this

Have you heard the news that you're dead?
No one ever had much nice to say
I think they never liked you anyway
Oh take me from the hospital bed
Wouldn't it be grand
To take a pistol by the hand?
And wouldn't it be great if
We were dead?

And in my honest observation
During this operation
Found a complication
In your heart, so long
Cause now you've got
Maybe just two weeks to live(I said, that some thing you can have)

One, Two, One-Two-Three-Four!

La-la-la-la-la
La-la-la-la-la-la
La-la-la-la-la-la-la
Well come on!
La-la-la-la-la
La-la-la-la-la-la
La-la-la-la-la-la-la
Motherfucker

If life ain't just a joke
Then why are we laughing?
Ain't just a joke
Then why are we laughing?
Ain't just a joke
Then why are we laughing?
Ain't just a joke
Then why am I dead?
Dead!

***

We were incredible. He was incredible. Everyone clapped apart from Rian and Pete. We were awarded a B+ and we beat the others. We were extattic and I could perform again but the bell went and we couldn't. I was beaten up again by Biersack. I didn't care much. They called me everything they've told me in the past so nothing unusual happened. I ended up hiding in the restrooms for five minutes before leaving and going home. Hopefully the weekend's better.

AN:

A bit of filler but ways to use fave MCR songs. Anyway, hope you enjoyed. Bwyeee!!!

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