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

4) Barely A Week

Gerard's POV

A week of school had passed and I hated it already. I was being beaten up constantly by a kid called Andy Biersack and his henchmen and I'd already failed a assignment. I wanted to go back home.

There was only one good part of my week and that was my last lesson of each day, Music. I got to see my third favourite person in the world, Frankie. He was getting even more adorable each time I saw him and I couldn't get him out of my mind.

On Tuesday we were given an assignment to write and perform a love, loss or death song. Being Stupid Gerard, I said we could do the song I wrote after a certain tragedy and when I started to drink underage. We ended up getting a good grade and beating the whole class leaving me to be beaten up again.

It was now Friday evening and I was really bored. I got up from my bed and walked into Mikey's room. "Mikey," I asked.
"Yeah," he replied.
"Should we invite the guys round for a music night? We could have jamming sessions and play video games,"
"Sure. I'll call Ray and tell him to bring his guitar and a night bag,"
"Awesome. I'll do the same for Frankie and Bob."

I left the room and walked into my bedroom. I called up Frank and Bob. Luckily we had a drum kit so Bob didn't have to bring his own. I also gave them the address and said that they could stay the night.

After that I asked Helena if a few of our friends could stay over. She obviously said yes. Mikey and I then went down to the basement to set up some mics and amps. Luckily the entire room had styrofoam walls so we didn't have to put up with Helena blabbing about us being too loud.

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Two hours later, Ray and Bob showed up. You never saw those two apart. I opened the door and let them in.
"Hey!!!" I said on their arrival.
"Hey Gerard," Ray replied
"Hey dude," Bob said.
"Mikey's in the basement. We have a drumkit, mics and amps so no need to worry. I also got some Potato Chips and Cola so we can be the lazy asses we are. And Frankie will be here soon,"
"Since when did you call the midget, Frankie?" Bob asked
"Since like Thursday," I replied.
We walked down into the basement.
"So are we gonna meet your parents?" Ray asked.
I cringed at the words. Luckily Mikey could speak for the both of us, "We actually live with our Grandma Helena."
"Ok," the two best friends said.
"So we have the drumkit there," I said jestering, "Amps there, microphones there, and food there. Oh and sleeping bags there."
"Sweet," Ray said.

The doorbell rang a few minutes later. Mikey ran to answer it. Seconds later a cute short boy came down the basement stairs with a white guitar in hand. "Guess who's back? Back again? Frank is back. Tell yo friends,"
He was looking beautiful as always. He was wearing an Iron Maiden tee and black skinny jeans. He had a lip ring in and eyeliner on. In one word, he was perfection. He hooked up his guitar to an amp before sitting down on a chair next to me.
"So," Frank said, "what are we going to do,"

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They'd been chasing me for hours. I thought they would've left by now. But they had to run after their favourite punching bag. Street after street, sidewalk upon bare feet and slashes all over my body. They chased me into a dead end. There was no escape. I curled up into the fetal position and started to cry, their footsteps coming closer and closer.
"You're a pathetic," it was Drew, their leader.
"Emo," Blake, the muscle.
" Faggot," Gale, the smarter one.
"They were right. They were always right," The voice. A normally kind gentle voice was filled with hatred. I couldn't believe that it was Mikey speaking.
"I thought you were a good guy until I found out you're insane." It was Ray. Their loveable genius.
"I thought you'd be a great addition to the band we had but you're worse than anyone I've ever heard." Bob. Their strong man.
"I would never love you," My heart broke at what Frank said."You're a fag. Spawn of Satan himself. You should just open those wounds, take those pills and drink that whiskey. Who'd miss you? Your Grandma? She puts up with you because she has to. You're a liability. A freak. You'd be better off dead!!!"