AN: this is for you purplishpanic because ily and you actually like this story.
"Is there a problem?" comes Ryan's voice. Frank holds back a sigh of relief, silently thanking Ryan in his head. He puts an arm around Brendon's shoulders and nods to Dallon. "Playing any funny shit here, Weekes?"
Dallon gives a shy smile and shakes his head, a blush creeping up his neck and resting on his cheeks. Brendon clenches his jaw, possibly trying not to strangle Ryan. Instead, he puts a sweet smile on his face. "Let's go sit down," he mutters. Ryan forces a smile which ends up turning into a grimace, and they both get to their seats, Ryan's arm slipping away from Brendon quick enough. Gerard glares at the pair, even intimidating Frank a bit.
"Let's talk later, Dallon," Gerard says to him. The taller boy nods and hurrying to get into his own seat. Gerard and Frank make their way to the back just as they hear the voice of Ms. Steiner.
"Calm your tits and let's get down to business, shall we?" she asks, a smile playing on her face, and Frank thinks he dies a little inside because ew, learning.
He feels something nudge his arm and looks at Gerard, who's struggling to stifle his laughter. The older teen lets out a giggle before singing. "Let's get down to business to defeat the HUNS!" he sings quietly, looking like a complete dork. Frank snorts and looks at Gerard with adoration, but of course the older doesn't notice, being too immersed in singing.
"You, Gerard Way, are by far the biggest nerd I've met," Frank whispers. Gerard just puts his hand over his heart, pretending to be offended and fakes wiping a tear away.
"Wow, Frankie, is that how you feel? I guess you don't really love me," Gerard says back, faking a sob.
Frank just giggles but freezes when he notices how quiet it is. He turns around to face the front and sees all eyes on him, including Ms. Steiner's. "Mr. Iero, do you and Mr. Way have something that you would like to share with the class," she asks, a smirk on her face.
"Uh..." Gerard drifts off awkwardly, face red with embarrassment. Frank sees Ryan's amused face and glares at him.
"Sorry, Miss. We're, y'know, just a new couple, ma'am," Frank stammers. Ms. Steiner raises an eyebrow at them. "Well, ah, keep quiet."
She seemingly shrugs them off, going on ahead with her lecture. Frank grins at Ryan, who has his mouth open and eyes wide. Brendon is snickering next to him, though. God, Frank wishes he could care as much as Brendon does—he doesn't give a single shit about what Ryan is doing.
They're supposed to be best friends. What the hell is Frank even doing?
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"Fucking shit," Ryan mutters. Frank fucking Iero and his stupid shit eating grin is giving him a headache. God, Ryan would give anything just to bash Frank's head in right now. He turns his attention to Brendon to see him laughing quietly. What the fuck? How dare his fake boyfriend laugh at him whilst his ex boyfriend's fake boyfriend is over there looking smug and trying to annoy him. Ryan huffs and glares at Brendon. "Shut up and hold my hand, you cold bowl of soup," Ryan mutters to the younger teen, which causes said teen to stop snickering.
"Wow, Ryan, if only you're insults were as good as you are in bed. Oh, wait. That's not very good to start with," Brendon says, narrowing his eyes at the curly haired boy.
Ryan sighs as Brendon turns to the front, leaving Ryan alone to his thoughts.
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The shrill bell goes off, alerting the students that it's finally lunch. Frank gathers his things and stands up, waiting for Gerard to get up. Together they start to walk towards the cafeteria only to be stopped by and slightly annoyed Ryan Ross."Oh sorry, didn't see you there Frank. It's not like anyone does anyway but I guess you're used to it."
Frank just laughs. "It's okay, I didn't expect you to see me anyways, with your head so far up your own ass. I'm surprised you can still talk, Ross."
"Well, try me. You better watch yourself," Ryan says, stepping up closer to Frank. He takes a step back as he gets closer, holding his breath. "Trust me, it'll look like I have Brendon wrapped around my fucking finger."
"Listen, man—" Frank tries not to get shaky around the taller boy, who simply gives him a harsh glare. "Don't get, ah, violent, now?" His voice gets higher as he speaks, and he internally curses at himself.
"Ryan. Fuck. Off," Gerard snaps. Ryan turns his gaze to his former boyfriend, all attention suddenly on him. Frank quickly backs away from him. "God, I know Brendon is only fake dating you, but I still feel bad that he's wasting his time on you."
"Whatever, man," Ryan murmurs, turning away. He stomps off grumpily to where Brendon is sitting. He raises an eyebrow at Ryan's frustrated mood.
"What's going on now?" Brendon sighs, sounding annoyed.
"We just need to step up our game," Ryan tells him. Brendon opens his mouth to question him, but Ryan leans in close and slowly, his hot breath making contact with his skin. "And try to convince yourself that this is only acting, honey."
Ryan's lips are on his—and, sure, okay, a little peck is fine—but the kiss is long and hot. Ryan opens his eyes for a split second just to make sure the people are watching, especially Frank and Gerard.
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"Whatthefuckhavewebeendoing?" Brendon breathes, grabbing Frank's shoulder. Frank flinches and turns around to see Brendon wincing. "Sorry, I kind of ran for some reason. Jesus, I could have just walked from the hallway to outside. It wouldn't have even taken that long."
Frank laughs at his friend, who pants with exhaustion. "It's... Cool. Caught you sucking face with Ryan Ross. Might've been fake, but hot damn," he mocks, nudging Brendon with his elbow and wiggling his eyebrows.
"Yeah. That was... Weird." Brendon blushes, looking down. "I think they're getting way too intense about this. I mean, the make out wasn't bad, but—"
"What? You like him now?" Frank laughs. Brendon stammers nervously, face completely red.
"N-no! I just... Whatever. He's just good eye candy for Dallon." Brendon's heart beats quicker. "Besides, you can't say that you and Gee are completely fake."
"Yeah. I'm aware. We fucked," Frank retorts. "So, truce?"
"Truce. Bitch."
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FanfictionRyden/Frerard Everyone's a motherfucker in high school, everyone's cliché. When Ryan Ross and Gerard Way break up, it isn't on good terms. They find the closest single person they can to get back at each other. Things get pretty messy. (Alternativel...