Casa Di Lupi [FRERARD AF]

Brendon Urie Loves Rainbows- And is Possibly Gay?

Gerard hated Frank more than humanly possible at the moment when Frank's fist made contact with his face. This was a daily occurrence for the two of them.

Usually, Frank would give him the courtesy of injuring him in places other than his face (no, not his ass) to spare him the humiliation of having been beaten. What a gentleman.

His hands made his way up to his left eye, which was stinging and he could tell that it would end up badly bruised.

"I bet you're gonna get off to this later, aren't you faggot?" Frank snarled at Gerard.

"You're the idiot that named your guitar Pansy." Gerard replied defiantly.

"Oh fuck you", Frank said, his face scrunching up in anger.

"Oh honey, I always bottom." Gerard said.

Frank's face turned bright red, with what Gerard assumed was disgust. He delivered a final kick to Gerard's stomach, making Gerard double over onto the floor of the bathroom stall.

"Fucking pathetic", Frank said, lifting Gerard's chin so that he had to look him right in the eye, before spitting in his face, accidentally bumping noses. Gerard cringed, knowing it would be easier to stay silent, so that he didn't make his situation any worse. Frank glanced at Gerard one last time, more disgust etched on his face, before leaving the bathroom, slamming the door behind him.

Gerard released a breath he didn't know he had been holding, and felt some of the tension in his body leave.

"Oh shit." Gerard muttered, before bending his head over the toilet and feeling the contents of his stomach leave from the harsh kick. He slumped back onto the wall.

Someday that little shit would get what was coming to him. Yeah, but that little piece of shit was kind of adorable with his peroxide white hair and stupid smile.

"Fuck no", Gerard muttered quietly, shaking his head, ridding it of those thoughts.

At that moment, the bell decided to ring as a three minute warning that Gerard would soon have to make his way to the assembly hall, where he would get information regarding his senior class trip to Italy.

Groaning in pain, he picked himself up off of the floor, taking a quick look in the mirror, glaring at the bruise forming on his eye, that a certain asshole gave him.

Using his hair to cover his eye as well as he could, he started making his way into the hallway, pushing past the people who thought it was a good idea to stop in the middle of the fucking hallway to make out.

Entering the assembly hall, he spotted the one and only other flaming homosexual in the room: Brendon Fucking Urie. Brendon was a rainbow unicorn, and also Gerard's only friend (with benefits). Brendon grinned at Gerard, waving over-enthusiastically, and gestured to the seat next to him.

"What in the name of my sparkly pink behind happened to your face?" He gasped as Gerard sat down.

"Thanks for that, Urie." Gerard mumbled back.

He giggled before his face became more serious. "Frank again?" he asked. Brendon looked at Gerard sympathetically before taking his hand and giving it a quick squeeze. Gerard thought he felt someone staring at him, so he turned around and glimpsed a flash of a familiar scorpion tattoo slipping through the crowd.

Gerard felt Brendon let go of his hand and start trailing his hand up Gerard's thighs.

"Not in school, Urie." Gerard whispered quickly.

Brendon continued groping Gerard's thighs, with an innocent look on his face. Gerard heard someone up behind him and suddenly Brendon let out a yelp as a bag swung around and hit him on the back on his head.

"Whoops, sorry", Frank smirked, "Didn't mean to interrupt you and your whore".

At this moment the microphone by the stage made a loud whining noise, causing everyone to wince and look toward the front to see the Principal standing there.

"Good afternoon students," he said. "As you know, this year's senior class is going to Italy. Today we will be assigning you roommates- which", he said, pausing for suspense, "you do not get to choose."He waited as the entire audience let out a groan. Speaking again, he said, "I am now going to hand the mic over to Mr. Guilbert, who will tell you who you you will be sharing a room with. "

Mr. Guilbert cleared his throat, and read out the names. "Raymond Toro and Michael Way, Patrick Stump and Joe Trohman, Peter Wentz and Andrew Hurley, George Ryan Ross the Third and Brendon Boyd Urie, JOshUa DUn and Tyty, and finally, Gerard Way and our very own Franklin Iero" He said, throwing a irritated look at Frank, who was well known as the school's biggest troublemaker.

Gerard felt his heart stop, and began to open his mouth to protest before someone beat him to it.

"There's no fucking way that I'm gonna share a room with a faggot".

Gerard felt his face growing red, and wasn't sure whether it was out of anger or humiliation. He looked over to see Brendon giving him a pitiful look.

"Well Mr. Iero", Mr. Guilbert said, brushing his fringe out of his eyes, "You'll have to somehow deal with it before you get another detention." He narrowed his eyes. "And don't you dare forget to show up to the detention that you have with me today. You're lucky that I haven't decided to remove you from this trip entirely."

Frank scoffed and slouched back down in his chair, with his arms crossed and a stubborn look on his face.

Gerard slapped himself on his average sized forehead, before thinking once again,

"Fuck".

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///Written by Deanna AND Heather///