Love Is Gay (Frerard)

1) Snow? Really?

The snow started when Frank was walking home from school. Small flakes of cold snow falling into his hair and making him shiver as they melted on his neck. The sky was overcast and there were high schoolers walking home in their Catholic school uniforms. Groups of girls, hoards of boys. It wasn't long until it started to pour snow. It came down in white torrents and stuck to his hair, scraped his face. His eyes burned, and his -

Just kidding.

That's not how the story goes.

That's how it felt like, but not what happened.

In reality, Frank Iero was slouching in the middle of the sidewalk, snow pouring down and beating at him in all directions. His hands were in his pockets and his emo ass was looking down. People would look at the short boy walking by and go the other way, his long hair throwing people off left and right. That's why Frank doesn't have any friends.

That's what he likes to think.

Don't crush his dreams.

Damn hair.

Frank's only friend was home from school today so he was forced to hang out with the ass of the class (hey that rhymed) and get all his answers for his test stolen. And on top of that, he had to undergo that stupid question, do you have a dick?

Because no, he doesn't have a dick. That doesn't make him less of a guy though. And if you say that a girl dating him makes you a lesbian or some other crap, then by your logic the person that you're dating used to be a child, so you're a pedophile. Exactly. Don't like it when it's done to you, huh bitch?

Of course, Frank had to go to the most strict Catholic school in the city, and he had to wear his stupid fucking school uniform, which was still better than wearing a dress I suppose, but damn, strict means no fucking guyliner.

And then while going home of fucking course he had to get hit in the arse with a snowball. As you could tell, Frank was having the best day of his life.

Hahaha.

No.

He kept walking, vaguely aware of the snow melting in the seat of his pants. He finally got to his mother's apartment complex, fishing out the keys from his pocket. Frank looked up and from the corner of his eye he saw a boy standing on the street corner smoking. The boy had long black hair and was wearing the school uniform. What was that? Was that eyeliner? Hot damn, nothing says "be my friend" quite like eyeliner.

"Yo!" Frank called. Nice. Smooth. "Wanna hang at my place? You're gonna freeze your feet off out here."

The boy turned. He had striking hazel eyes and messy hair. "Who are you?" He called back. He smiled. "You could be a damn rapist for all I know."

Frank almost laughed. "I'm not a rapist, man. I go to your school."

Smirking, the boy stubbed his cigarette on the wall and walked away, leaving Frank in front of his house on the porch.

A/N: So it's me hahahhahah I got this idea and was like woAH OKAY I GOTTA DO THIS I'll probably update a lot and yes I have a shitton of fan fictions I'm writing but I nEEDED TO DO THIS anyways please leave a comment, add this to your library, and vote, all that cool stuff and yeah (~•_•)~