Catholic School Brat

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Gerard sent this risky text to Frank at /that/ time of night. You know, the time when you realize that fuck, you've fucking forgot to do a piece of homework, and there's that pesky impending doom of an imminent job, and what the fuck even is college. And Gerard was kind of drowning in these kind of thoughts, and it's kind of his fault-kind of not-because he was hard wired to drown at every 8:00pm, or at least that's what it has felt like, and fuck off if you think he was being melodramatic-because he was. He is. He's a fucking drama queen in a pink feather boa and fuCK you if he god damn wasn't entitled to a little Melanie Martinez pity party.

He was kinda fucking lonely-not due to isolating himself-oh god no. What art kiddo isolates themself?? HahahahHAHAHHA!! It wasn't like he had shut himself in his room, desperately scribbling down dark thoughts in marshmallow and cherry scented markers for the past five hours. It wasn't like he envied his brother and his brother's boyfriend and their sickening, pestilent(vocab word wooo), and so god fucking damned adorable relationship.

He kinda felt like the yellow marker in the corner of his room by his typewriter-a broken typewriter but he felt cool and vintage let.him.live.-with the cap missing. Dried up, kinda dusty, discarded, out of the pack, and... alone.

He was alone. And honestly, he just wanted to talk to Frank, but irl. He would settle for text-but he might've fucked that up too because he texted Frank first, even though he was the one that asked for Frank's phone number and he kinda wanted to stab himself with the crusty yellow marker but he would settle for drawing Donnie Darko doodles in black and red, because it would be a mASSive lie if he were to say that he didn't jerk off to Mad World at the end after seeing tHAT much Donnie Darko.

F:Hit u up wit wat bro i can get u most shit lol XD

G:did u jst fuckin XD me m8

F:iT WAs IRoNiC fucking fite me

G:jst as irnoic as u watchin HSM lst night ye?

F:OK FUCK OFF ZAC EFRON IS HOT LET ME LIVE

G:ahhhhh new jerking off material then

F:what did u want

G:Dont avoid the question honey

F:wat did u want

G:;;;;;;)))))) u luv zac efron

F:SHUT UP GERARD

G:fucking make me... brb

Gerard smiled to himself as he whipped out a piece of paper and a pencil, and swirled in his spinny chair, kicking his feet out in a childish manner as he proceeded to draw Frank Iero making out with not just Zac Efron, oh no, but Troy muthafuckin Bolton (Gabriella was in the back corner of the picture sobbing dramatically bc she a hoe ok).

Gerard finished the sketch and grinned at what was probably his best piece he had ever made in ten minutes. As he opened his phone he was greeted with these gorgeous texts from what he thought to be an even more gorgeous boy:

F:B R O M E O

F:y did u go

F:dis y i hav trust issues k

F:nd also sweetpea keeps eating my socks

G:iM LAUGHIN who tf is sweetpea

F:MY BEAUTIFUL BABY [image attached of said dog]

G:aWWWWW baby pup !!!! I love

G:wait r those ur lil feeties in hannah montanna socks

F:i told u, she keeps eatin all my fuckin socks

G:nd u bought those orginally bc u a hoe for hannah (also i can get u more socks)

F:Im a member of the #hoesforhannah squad(also wat)

G:who all is in this squad(im a sock slut, dont judge)

G:can i join

G:pls im in no clubs

G:my mom yeLLS

F:ofc u can join and it is currently a raging amount of sweetpea nd i(bro give me some socks pls)

G:thank :') (i gotchu)

F:y did u leave tho

G:oh i was arting the most beautiful thing, it's for u tbh

F:rlly holY fUCK im honored

F:show me then

G: [image attached of said drawing]

F:I WANNA SAY I HATE YOU BUT IT'S SO WELL DONE alksjlkdjfa fuck ur talented ass

F:CAN I HAVE IT

G:if u want it come nd get it ;)

F:alright selena see u in a few boo

F:*bro

F:shit

G:it's whatever jst come here soon pls

F:u wanna see me tht bad?

G:im kinda lonely, not doin so good tbh

F:ill b right over