Damage Repair [Frerard Fanfic]

0.3- What A World

My back hits the lockers, and I'm being shoved more into them. My body is aching so much now, especially my arms, since that was the whole thing that started this fight. I don't even fight back or try to defend myself, I just let him hit and hurt me, like I let everyone else.

I start blacking out and I hear someone shout "Quit it!" before being dropped to the floor and everything fading to black. 

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I wake up in the nurses office, like that's something new. I'm in here every week, I might as well make it my room. As soon as I shift to get up, I get pushed down slightly. Not again. But as soon as I fully open my eyes, I see Gerard with a swollen left eye and a sympathetic smile. I weakly smile back and lay back again.

"How you feeling?" He asks me. 

"I should be asking you the same." I say moving on my side slightly to get a better view of him. 

"I'm fine, that guy just punched me once in the eye. No big deal. But what about you? That guy battered you up pretty hard." 

"I'm good. I'm used to it anyways, no big deal, right?" I sat up on the bed and pulled my knees up to my chest, rested my arms on my knees, and rested my chin on my hands. I looked at the wall and avoided eye contact.

"What? You're used to it? What do they do to you?" He scooted closer for an answer, with a very concerned look on his face.

"Um mam, may I leave now?" I avoided his question, I don't really feel like talking in here.

"Yes you may. Do you need anything before you leave?" She looked up from her computer screen, at me. 

"No thanks." I got up quickly. Too quickly. I fell. "I'm okay."

"Do you need help?" Gerard bends down to help me.

"That'd be nice." I raise my hand for him and he lifts me to my feet. "Thanks."

"Don't mention it." He smiles the sweetest grin. "I'll take him from here, mam."

"Ok, hope I don't see you again, Frank."

"Mhmm." I walk over and open the door, holding it open for Gerard.

"Thank you, kind sir."

"Shut up." I roll my eyes and laugh.

We walk to our next period together, basically getting to know each other. He's actually different from a lot of people. His favorite color is black, he likes cats, he wore skirts for middle school and makeup, he draws and writes his own music and poems. I just have one important question to ask him...

"What's your sexual orientation?" I look up from the floor to his eyes.

"What?" He looked kind of confused and caught slightly off guard.

" Yeah. What is your sexuality?" I gave him a friendly smile, so it wouldn't look like I was trying to go to deep into his life. But I sure would like to go deep into his pants. I mentally facepalm, because stop it Frank, you don't even know his sexuality.

"Oh, I'm a flaming homosexual. Complete pansy. I mean I used to date girls, but it didn't feel right at all." He chuckles. Mental victory fist. Yes, thank you.

"Cool." I smile and look down at my shoes, still walking.

"What about you?" He walks closer to me now.

"Me?" I look up to his face. I fucking hate being so short.

"No. The other Frank across the planet." He says sarcastically.

"Don't get so sassy with me." I smirk.

"What can I say? I am the sass master." He says matter-of-fact-ly. God, he's gorgeous. "What?" Oh shit, did I just say that out loud? "I'm pretty sure you just did." Okay, are you reading my mind? "No, you're just thinking out loud, silly." He giggles super cute. "So... You really think so?"

"What?"

"That I'm gorgeous?" I nod, too embarrassed to say it aloud. "so, now that I can kind of guess... what's your sexuality?"  

"I- um- I'm Polysexual. I'm mostly into guys though..." I look down once again at my shoes, blushing.

"Why so ashamed, sugar?" He stops walking, which causes me to stop too. I turn to him, but keep my head down.

"I'm not it's just... I haven't told anyone that, only my one and only closest friend."

"Well," He lifts my chin with his index finger. "I know. That makes me a friend, right?"

"Heh, yeah..." Did I just get friend zoned?

"So."

"So, what?"

"So..." Please... "Is there anymore secrets I don't know about you?" Yay.

"Can we not talk about this in the hall? Come on, I'll show you my one of my hiding places." I grab his hands and go into a janitors closet and lock it when we both walk in. "I don't really like bringing up this subject, but I think I should get it off my chest..."

"What is it?" He grabs my hand. "I'll understand."

"I- uh," Tears are already rolling down my face. "I- I cut and I do drugs li-like pretty hard." By this time I'm already busted into a stream of warm, salty tear and extra loud sobs. He hugs me and rubs my back. "My dad beats me and most of my relatives are dead and no one loves me."

"Hey, hey, it's alright. We all fall down sometimes, okay?" He holds me tighter. "I got you."

"Thank you." I sniffle and nod. I rub my eyes and look down at my hands. "You're the only person I've told that to..."

"Really?" He sounds surprised.

"Really."

"Hey, look at me." He lifts my chin up. He looks into my eyes and then my lips. "I don't care if it's my first day here or if I just met you."

"What is that supposed to-" I was cut off by him. Well more like his lips. Against mine. It lasted about ten seconds, but it felt like a lifetime.

"I'll help you." 

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