Newfound Friends (Frerard One-Shot)

Writing This Was The Second Gayest Thing I've Ever Done.

Lawl I was bored and this kinda just happened I guess but anyway, enjoy.

Frank was not having a good day.

Granted, he rarely has good days but it still sucked.  Most mornings the only thing that got him out of bed was the knowledge that he'd get to return at the end of the day.

He just had to sludge through eight hours of noise and stress and then he could come back and bury himself in the safety of his sheets.

Today was different though.  It was all too much for Frank, who usually ignored the pestering from his peers, but today they had called him gay for the first time, and that was enough to make the sixteen year old boy bolt out of the classroom as fast as he could manage, because he truly believed that if he didn't then he would lose all self control and just murder everyone in his sight.

Sexuality was a touchy subject for Frank, to say the least.

While passing through the halls Frank spotted a door with the words Janitor Closet written across it.

Frank felt someone grab him from behind and shove him closer to the door.  He frantically tried to resist but this person was much stronger than Frank, who had caught a glimpse of his attacker only to realize it was the same guy who had called him a fag.  Rage filled Frank but before he knew it he was being shoved into the aforementioned janitors closet. 

"Now you're really in the closet, Iero!"  The douche bag's said, his voice muffled by the door. 

Frank could hear the sound of keys jangling as he scrambled off the floor and began pounding on the door, begging to be let out.

He let out a cry of frustration with his last punch. He wasn't even trying to get out anymore, he was letting out his anger on the poor door and his soon to be severely bruised hands.

He turned and pressed his back against the door, sliding down as he buried his face in his hands and trying his best not to cry.

"Rough day?"

Frank jumped at the sudden noise. He turned towards where he thought the voice came from and was met by the prettiest boy he's ever seen.

Pretty? Where'd that come from?

Frank just nodded. He didn't trust himself to speak just yet.

The stranger just shrugged.

"It'll get better, I'm sure," the boy offered, "I'm Gerard by the way."

Gerard extended his hand towards Frank, silently asking for a handshake.

Frank accepted, and he couldn't help but notice how soft Gerard's hand was. Gerard's hand was firm too, it made Frank feel safe. Was that weird?

Oh well.

Frank didn't want to let go, but he didn't want to scare off Gerard with his creepy feelings towards his hand, so he did.

"What're you doing in here, Gerard?" Frank asked.

He didn't know if it was normal for pretty teenage boys to be hiding in the high school janitors closet, but he certainly wasn't complaining.