I'm sorry there's no kissing or anything really fluffy, I didn't see a place to really put it where it looked natural. @raven I'm sorry that you're sick and I'm sorry it's not the world. ♡♡-- xoxo Emily
Frank hated school. He hated the teachers, he hated the homework, he hated the physical exercise they forced him to do. But most of all, he hated the bullies. He wasn't scared of them, he just hated them. He never backed down from a fight even though he didn't have much luck on his side.
He was about 5'1, and even that was stretching it. He was very stubborn and he had possibly she shortest temper, so when he was pissed off, he was really really pissed off. But, his anger didn't make up for the fact that he couldn't punch for shit, and he often found himself --a junior in high school-- shoved and sometimes locked inside the lockers. Usually the janitor would have to help him out, resulting in a sort of friendship between the two. That and the fact that everyone knew Frank Iero needed all the friends he could get.
Another kid at Frank's school had also befriended the janitor, Bob, but it wasn't because he got stuck in lockers. No, Gerard just liked to help out when he could, and one day in his freshman year he decided to help pick up the paint and oil pastels that his rambunctious art class had left behind.
He had promised his teacher, Mrs. Ballato, that he could manage and encouraged her to get home to her family. She had thanked him and hurried home, but Gerard soon found out that he couldn't do the job alone. So between looking for Clorox wipes and grabbing paper towels from the bathroom, he was too busy to look where he was walking. He ran right into Bob, and he apologized profusely.
Bob assured him that it was okay and they had a little chat about why Gerard had stayed after. Bob decided he would help him clean, and they had a lovely conversation about comic books and music. After that, Gerard stayed after school whenever he could to chat and clean the school with Bob. He was also the one to first notice Frank getting stuck in the lockers, and he was the one who told Bob where to go. Bob asked if he wanted to tell Frank who had found him, but Gerard didn't think it would be wise. Bob shrugged it off and let Gerard do his thing.
So Gerard had added another chore to his list: watching over the tiny punk kid with attitude problems. He never intervened when he saw the boy getting beat up, even though he wished he could. He just knew it wouldn't turn out well for either of them. So he just watched and called on Bob after they were through with him. He learned more about the boy, learning his name, social rank, family situation.
He figured out that Frank Iero was a lonely kid who needed a friend to talk to and play around with. He needed someone who liked the same stuff and wouldn't mind talking about it for hours on end. He also figured out that Frank Iero was pretty damn cute.
So on a particular day when Frank was sick as a dog and generally feeling like shit, Gerard kept a closer eye on him. He walked behind him at a distance in the hallway to make sure he didn't pass out or something, and the younger boy made it through the day without incident. Until after school, that is.
Frank was trying to open his locker when Gerard noticed him. He noticed him because the small boy sneezed so hard he hit his head on his locker and dropped his books. Gerard didn't think before he found himself running over to help Frank.
Frank clutched his head as Gerard knelt down to pick up Frank's books. Both boys turned when they heard a wolf whistle from beside them. There was the group of bullies, ready to beat up some nerds.
"Well well well, what've we got here? I always knew you were a fag, Iero, but I never knew you had Gerard Way lined up to suck your dick."
Frank sighed and slammed his locker shut. He grabbed Gerard's arm and helped the blushing boy to his feet, taking his books from his hands. He turned back to the assholes.
"Can you not? Just for one day, can you leave me the fuck alone? And leave Gerard out of this, he doesn't even know my name, so shut the fuck up."
The leader of the group stepped forward.
"You want us to go so your boyfriend doesn't have to see you get pummeled into the ground? Are you that fucking weak? Aren't you supposed to be the man in the relationship? Oh wait, there's two of you, so I guess you're the woman!"
The crowd of boys started cackling and Gerard swore he could feel heat radiating off of Frank-- but maybe that was just his fever.
"I swear to God you're the most annoying pieces of shit I've ever had the misfortune to meet you fucking assholes," Frank shouted, his voice coming out slightly hoarse.
The gang of boys had stopped cackling, and we're now staring dangerously at Frank.
"What'd you just say?"
"You heard me. What're you gonna do about it?"
The leader turned back to the group and motioned his head to the side, and two of the boys stepped forward.
"Well I think since you haven't learned your lesson in the three years you've been here, we'll have to teach it a new way..."
The two boys walked nearer to Frank and Gerard, and the smaller boy took initiative to drop his books and stand in front of Gerard. He opened his arms invitingly.
"Oh no, Frankie, we don't want you... It's your little boyfriend's turn..."
Frank was shocked as the two boys shoved him into the locker and walked past him, going for Gerard. Frank saw his vision blurring as he heard blows landing and sounds of pain coming from Gerard's area. He saw the rest of the group run over to where the fight was happening, and he heard more blows landing. He tried to get up, and by the time his vision was cleared and he was standing, Gerard was standing in the middle of a whole bunch of unconscious jocks.
Frank looked at him incredulously, and Gerard just shrugged.
"My brother told me once: Gerard, you like D&D, Audry Hepburn, Fangoria, Harry Houdinix and croquet. You can't swim, you can't dance, and you don't know karate. Face it you're never gonna make it.' So I learned karate, and I've made it so far. He was about six at the time, what a smartass. Anyway, yeah, I'm a black belt, and that's probably the only reason I don't get bullied."
Frank's mouth as gaping. That was the most he'd ever heard Gerard talk because Gerard was very quiet. Gerard giggled at Frank's expression.
"If you keep that up, you'll be the next Venus fly trap."
Frank shut his mouth and smiled at the older boy's comment. He reached his hand out to Gerard, who grabbed it and shook it.
"I'm Frank Iero. Thank you for more or less saving my life," he introduced himself.
"I'm Gerard Way, and I'm an art nerd with no talent for speaking to other humans."
They both laughed.
"Ya know, I'm more of a hug person myself," Gerard commented.
"Really? Me too," Frank lied. Frank hated hugs, but he wasn't exactly opposed to the idea of hugging Gerard Way.
The two boys shared a quick embrace and then backed away.
"So are we friends now?" Gerard asked.
"I don't know, you tell me, Karate Kid."
Gerard giggled again and nodded.
"Yeah, I think I wanna be friends with you."
