Love Is Gay (Frerard)

3) Lindsey is actually scary don't fuck with her

Frank was walking towards the bathroom in the middle of third period, pondering things.

Things meaning Gerard.

Who's Lindsey? And who's Bob? Well, I mean yeah, Frank has heard of Lindsey, but only that she's a fucking psychopath, and if you so much as look at her or her friends the wrong way she'll sucker punch you so hard that you'll be seeing Jesus.

And that's when destiny struck, because Frank was still not comfortable using the guy's restroom, but he'll punch a hole in your face if you give him shit about using the girls'. And there in her combat boots and dyed hair glory, stood Lindsey Ballato.

How the actual shit do these people get to dye their hair and wear fucking combat boots and eyeliner to a catholic school, when he can't? Stupid as balls. Well, not balls, but you know what I mean.

"Hey." Frank said to her, his voice bouncing off the walls. "You're Lindsey?"

She turned and her eyes widened. "Why the hell are you in the girls' bathroom?" She whisper-snarled. Even her finger nails were black, hot damn, she's like the fucking wraith.

"Hi, nice to meet you too. I'm Frank and I don't have a dick." Frank stuck out his hand in greeting.

Linsey raised an eyebrow and held out her hand. "Oh, you're the guy that Edgar the asshole talks about all the time."

Edgar? Wow, I see how it is. He was spreading rumors? Two can play at that game.

"What does he say?" The two shook hands.

"Well," she said, taking out an eyeliner pen and starting to do her makeup, "the usual. He calls you names, talks about you not having a dick, which is true, but still."

Frank rolled his eyes and went into a bathroom stall. He did his business, walking out and washing his hands to be surprised that Lindsey was still there waiting for him.

"Do you even have friends?" She asked him. "I mean, I always see you with that Ray dude. Is that it?"

Frank held back the urge to say no and dried his hands. "Yeah, that's it. I have another human I talk to but I wouldn't count him as my friend."

"Who is it?" Lindsey interrogated, following Frank out of the bathroom and to his classroom.

Eyeing her from the corner of his vision, Frank said, "Gerard. I met him like yesterday."

"Ah, you live a sad life." Linsey shook her head and left the other way, leaving Frank in the hallway alone.

0000

In fourth period Frank sits in the back. Its art class and he absolutely sucks ass, literally the only characters he can draw are superheroes and fucking Buffy. He can see Gerard from his seat, and holy shit, he can draw.

"What even is that?" Frank poked Gerard in the side.

On the canvas there was what looked like the shadow of a man, with a green and blue background. It was messy as hell, with paint literally everywhere, and the watercolors dripping onto Gerard's lap (not that Frank was looking there jesus).

Gerard looked back at Frank and rolled his eyes. "Dude, it's obviously a shadow. With a fucking awesome background, this took me a long time to make."

"I've been here this entire time. It took you three minutes."

"No it didn't."

"Wanna come over after school?"

Niiiice segway, Frank. Smooth as hell, why don't you have a girlfriend?

Oh wait, because of his hair.

Of course.

Gerard laughed and rolled his eyes. "I still don't know if you're a rapist or not."

"Come on, man."

"Fine." Gerard replied. "I can meet you out front after school today." And then he turned back and started to add more details to his drawing.

Mwahaha. Frank is smooth asf.

0000

Fucking Edgar. Hate him. You know why? Because of this:

Frank was innocently walking down the school halls, and I fucking repeat, innocently. He was then pushed from behind by Edgar. Why? And Frank was about ready to stab him. But Edgar was tall as hell and Frank was the size of an ant.

"Hey." Spat Edgar. "Fag."

And now, Frank knows the definition of a faggot, and he knows why people use it as an insult, but really? So just to piss off Freddy he logiced the living shit out of him.

"Faggot is actually slang for a cigarette. Do I look like a cigarette to you?"

"Nah, but you don't look like a boy either. Where's your dick?" There was a crowd gathering around the two. Snickers and laughs went around the crowd. Fuck off, Frank thought.

He gripped the hem of his shirt and made a sound at the back of his throat like a growl. A growl, damn he must be angry.

"Why are you so obsessed with my dick? I don't swing that way, man. No way. It's fine if you're gay, but I'm not." Frank laughed, smirking at Edgar's reddening face.

The crowd all oooooh'ed and looked back at Edgar for his reply.

"I'm just saying, if you don't have a dick you're technically not a guy."

"And if you don't have a brain then you don't classify as human, but hey look at you!" Frank was on fire. People laughed at Edgar and Frank fucking rolled in his victory.

"Bitch." Retorted Edgar. That's weak.

"Ouch, right in the feelings."

"I didn't think trannies had feelings."

Laughs and scoffs. A few guys left the room. Pussies, Frank thought. This is Jersey, the hell you thinking?

"And I didn't know that assholes had faces but you do."

Now that set Edgar off. He ran and tackled Frank, back handing him and punching him repeatedly. Pain erupted on Frank's face and he felt a tooth get knocked out. Blood poured down his face. Frickity frack, his face hurts like hell now. But Edgar just kept on going. Until a certain somebody pulled him off and kicked him in the jaw.

Lindsey and Gerard.

Gerard?