Catholic School Brat

skirts aren't against the bullshit uniform

"Shit," was the first word that exited Gerard's mouth as his alarm screamed at him to get the fuck up. He jumped a little and rolled off the bed to turn off his alarm, however he was unsuccessful because there was a body next to him and the both of them tumbled off the bed.

"Oh fucking hell, Gerard," a muffled Frank voice said from underneath Gerard.

"I'm sorry!" Gerard said, flustered as he sat up on Frank, straddling the younger boy as he flicked off his alarm and panted a little.

"Do you start all of your mornings like this?" Frank asked as he squinted up at Gerard. Gerard grinned down at him, unanswering, and pinched his cheek.

"Time for school, Oreo," Gerard said cheerfully as he got off of Frank, to both of their tacit unhappiness. However, this was a good morning for Gerard. Normally, he was alone, a little stoned, and just generally lacking a motivation for life. But with Frank there, he was kind of just happy.

"Ugh, Gee, I want to fucking dieeeee, let's just skip today," Frank said with a moan, about a half a second close to falling alseep again.

"No, you lazy ass, I will /not/ miss art class," Gerard replied as he grabbed Frank's hand, attempting to pull him up.

"You can miss one day, for me, please?" Frank begged, gripping Gerard's hand and looking up at him.

"Fuck off, Frank, we gotta go to school," Gerard whined and gave Frank's hand a final tug, before Frank tugged Gerard's hand right the fuck back and sent Gerard tumbling onto him.

"Frank!!" Gerard protested as he lay on top of the smaller boy, struggling to escape Frank's deadly hugging grip.

"Gerard!!" Frank yelled back and grinned at Gerard, "please, baby, please can we skip?"

"No," Gerard said firmly, looking down at Frank's adorable attempt at a puppy dog face, almost wanting to skip because of Frank's use of his newly acquired nickname of "baby". He softened slightly and kissed Frank's cheek apologetically, "come on, Oero," he said, standing up and getting off the blushing boy, "let's go to school."
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"Gerard!!!" A whiney voice shouted from the other room. Gerard peeked his head out of the shower, annoyed.

"What do you want??!!" Gerard screamed back at Frank.

"Can I borrow some clothes and also do you have tights??!!" Frank replied, and Gerard rolled his eyes, not even giving a fuck at this point. He just wanted to wash his greasy rat hair and look somewhat presentable next to Frank at school today.

"Take whatever you want!! I might have tights in my sock drawer!" Gerard yelled back as he stared at the expensive black hair dye running down the shower drain.

He scrubbed at his scalp a little more and was wondering if his morning shower masturbation would have to wait because Frank was over. He decided against it because he highkey knew what he was going to get off to and highkey respected Frank too much and also was highkey wondering when he would ask Frank the fuck out. Gerard was kind of a wimp though and decided to just wait it out in this uncertain gay friendship confusion.

He towelled off his hair and had just wrapped the slightly stained black towell around his waist when he realized that he had forgotten to bring his clothes in, but that Frank had left his in here from his shower previously.

Reluctantly, Gerard pulled on Frank's cliche black emo hoodie to hide his chub. Then he exited the bathroom in the perfect example of 2016 fashion with a towell skirt and an emo hoodie.

"Wow, nice outfit loser," Frank greeted Gerard with a nice smile. Gerard, however, didn't get the joke, and nervously pulled the hoodie down over his stomach.

"I forgot my clothes, alright," Gerard mumbled to Frank, brushing past him and really regretting all that candy from last night.

"Woah woah, baby," Frank said as he walked to Gerard, Gerard already being pretty charmed from the third word, "if you think this is about your chub..." he trailed off as his eyes trailed down to Gerards stomach, "I love it, my small hoodie fits you perfect," he finished as he grinned at Gerard and poked his tummy with ridiculously idiotic finger guns.

"Shut up Frank I'm just trying to put on some fucking pants," Gerard laughed as he blushed and dug through his drawers suddenly thoughtfully for a pair of jeans. He settles on a ratty pair with paint splatters because his brain was like "must appear as an art hoe at all times".

"You're gonna have to make me because I never do shut up about you," Franks said with a grin as he tugged on some grey tights, not to Gerard's knowledge seeing as he was struggling and doing a weird bunny like hop to tug them on, "my whole family is very annoyed, and would also like to meet you."

Gerard stopped dead in his bunny hop right there and looked at Frank, "what why the hell would they want to meet me??? I'm well-shit, I'm," he stuttered out before just giving up on thay sentence and gesturing to his entire body with his pants halfway down his ass.

"Exactly, you're Gerard and my first friend in a long time, so naturally my family is pretty surprised that someone put up with me," Gerard just looked at Frank for a minute because he honestly couldn't fathom being Frank's only friend because seriously Frank was the most amazing person he had ever met, even if he did break his heart with making out with cute curious boys that weren't him almost every morning.

"Dude I-" Gerard tugged up his pants and decided to throw on his St. Andrew's Fine Arts shirt for spirit day on, "are you wearing my skirt?" Gerard asked suddenly, just now noticing Frank as he pulled on a St. Andrew's spirit shirt.

"Yeah, is that okay?" Frank asked as he tucked in the shirt into the waistband of Gerard's black skater skirt.

"I-I mean yeah, you just, fuck, I was trying to look okay next to you but clearly you've taken that opportunity away from me you gorgeous idiot."