Music, Coffee, and Blood (A Frerard and Rikey Fanfiction)

Hell... I mean School.

AUTHOR NOTE----

Hi again guys. sorry I didn't update yesterday, I was to tired. I'll try and put up two parts today. This story will probably only be in Frank's POV but that might change. Idk yet. Enjoy the story! <4------

I rolled over, bringing my hand down on my alarm clock. I rolled out of bed and onto the floor. Ow. That didn't go as well as I planned. I heard Gerard stir on the couch, yawning and opening his eyes. He had a confused look on his face.

"Frank?" he asked.

"Yeah?"

"Wha- Why are you on the floor?"

I cross my arms behind my head slowly and reply, "Just chillen', like always. On the...floor." That got a giggle out of Gerard.

I thought to myself, 'OMG his laugh is so adorable!!!' Followed by, 'Pull yourself together!'

I pulled myself off of the floor and walked over to my dresser. I pulled out one of my misfits t-shirts and threw it on. I didn't bother to change out of my red skinny jeans. I grabbed a gray and black hoodie out of my closet and threw that on too. I walked out mumbling to Gerard,

"Gonna make coffee."

I slid down the stair railing and walked to the kitchen. I set up the coffee pot and turned it on. The smell immediately filled the kitchen and I perked up a little bit. I leaned against the counter, resting my head back on a cabinet, waiting and rethinking over the dream. I shivered and the scars on my wrist under my skeleton gloves and the ones on my thighs tingled.

The coffee machined beeped after a few more minutes. As I was pouring myself a cup, I heard Gerard... fall(..seems like a good word for it) down the stairs and he walked over to the coffee machine.

"Well Good Morning, Sunshine." I said sarcastically, Gerard smirked and flipped me off.

"Back at 'cha buddy." I walked past him, ruffling his already messed up hair. I finished my coffee and went back upstairs and put eyeliner on, grabbed my phone and my bag. I grabbed Gerard's bag and phone to.

I was forgetting something.... I walked backwards to my nightstand and shoved my cigarettes and lighter in my back pocket with my phone. 'There.' I smiled.

I smacked Gee in the stomach lightly with his bag. He grabbed it,

"Thanks Frank, I totally planned to get smacked with my backpack today!" Oh the sarcasm. I flipped him off and walked out the door, pulling my cigarettes out of my pocket. Gerard followed and closed the door. I waited for him on the sidewalk. I lit a cigarette and blew smoke in his face when he came up next to me. He took out his own pack and did the same thing.

"Oh, I feel so loved!" I exclaimed, mocking him. We walked to school in silence, I checked my messages and had 2 from Mikes and 1 from Ray. Bob didn't text any of us very much.

Mikes, 12:27 am- What's the math homework? (Ray was tagged too. Mikey is yes, younger than us but in our grade because he's to damn smart.)

Ray, 12:28 am - Wow... Mikey Way forgetting his homework! It's the worksheet we got in class.

Mikes, 12:30 am- THERE WAS A WORKSHEET!!!!!!??????!!!!!! Whateverrr.

Honestly, I think Mikey and Ray would make a pretty cute couple. I wish someone would ask the other already. Yes Mikey and Ray are both gay, and they told me, along with that they like the other, but don't know if the other likes them or is even gay. Confusing, I know.

Gerard and I finally reached the school, where Mikey and Ray stood holding hands. I approach them.

"FINALLY!!!!!" I say in sync with Gee. They both blush and Mikey put his head on Ray's shoulder.

Gee and I look at each other, and as if on queue we go.

"Mikey and Ray, sitting in a tree' K-I-S-S-I- "

"Shut upppp." Mikey whines as we laugh.

The bell rings, and we walk into school together. Mikey and Ray got disgusted looks, but no one messed with any of us. Monkey and Ray went to there lockets down the hall. I went to mine. Gerard came up behind me.

"They're cute for each other." I say.

"Agreed, I gotta go, see you in second." He said, turning and strutting away. I took a peek at his ass. 'Damn, I'd totally tap that.' I think to myself. I walk to math and plop my butt down, throwing on my shades and thinking about my plan for the upcoming days.