Love Is Gay (Frerard)

7) The adventures of fuck you and fuck you too

Frank was still angry.

He was seeing in fucking shades of red, he was fucking seething. How should he absolutely kill Bob? Not literally, he's too fucking short to go to prison, but beat him up really badly and then humiliate him.

Frank should take off his dick and slap Bob with it. Who's the fag now?

Actually, it's still him though.

He decided to go the old fashioned way and fucking beat the living shit out of him. And then he could get out of it because he's a small trans boy. Actually, him being trans would actually make matters worse. Eh, fuck it, it's happening.

So he walked to school the next day seeing like, three shades of red at this point. He kissed Gerard in front of Bob, walked Gerard to his class in front of Bob, and pretty much was an ass to Bob all day.

And then comes the fun part.

Bob followed him after school.

Of course he did, goddamned creep. If real life had that laughing emoji then Frank would be using that. Because he's a basic bitch. Just kidding. Not.

And then Bob fucking pinned him to a wall from behind, and oh shit, Frank didn't notice that Edgar was there with him. And he was turned onto his back and a fist collided with his jaw. And he could hear the loud crack as his jaw broke in two.

And he couldn't fight back as the word "fag" was thrown into his face along with insults and fists. His eye was swollen, he could feel it. This wasn't going to plan, not at all. Instead of red he was starting to see black.

And then came the words, "Aw, you couldn't keep your old boyfriend so you had to get another one?"

Then everything was red again.

"Don't. Fucking. Talk. About Matt." He panted. Blood was dribbling out of his mouth, down his neck. He couldn't see out of one eye.

But they brought up Matt. They're in for it now.

The two asshats laughed. "What are you gonna do about it, fucking dyke?"

Frank went ballistic.

He growled and grabbed one of Bob's hands, throwing them off of his shoulders. He quickly slammed a fist into Bob's face and kicked him in the balls, causing Bob to double over in pain. Frank kneed him in the face, hearing the satisfying crack. But his victory was short lived, as Edgar grabbed him from behind and threw him into the wall again.

When Frank lifted his arm to hit Edgar he blocked it in the air. He grabbed Frank's face with one hand and his tie with the other, pulling him close and off the ground. "You think you can beat us?"

Frank couldn't reply. His face was fucking pounding and sore, his pain from the broken jaw becoming agonizing as Edgar squeezed on it.

"I said," repeated Edgar, "You think you can beat us?"

"Hey!" Yelled a voice. It was Lindsey.

She always arrives at the best times, ah, I love her.

Edgar however, doesn't. He took one look and ran the other way, Frank falling into the ground, hunched over in a puddle of melted snow.

He heard footsteps and Lindsey's voice. The world turned normal, then black.

He passed out.

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When he came to, he was sitting in Lindsey's room. Again. For the second time in a week.

"You like getting beat up, huh?" She asked him.

Frank put a hand up to his jaw.

Lindsey saw what he was doing and laughed. "It's not broken. He hit it and your jawbone was bruised as hell. You can see it from the outside."

"I heard it crack."

"It didn't break. You wouldn't be here if it was broken, you'd be at a hospital."

"They called me a lesbian."

"You're a straight boy."

"I'm a dyke."

"You're a short trans kid."

"I'm a fag."

"Can't argue with logic, Frank." Lindsey cracked up. Frank hit her in the shoulder and then groaned.

"Why do I hurt all over?" Frank asked. Nice wording, Frank. No wonder people still call you a lesbian.

"Your face hurts because that's where they hit you most and your fists hurt because they're asses and you broke Bob's nose."

He broke Bob's nose? Hell yeah. Best thing that's happened all week.

Frank took out his phone while Lindsey went to God knows where, and texted Gerard on kik because Gerard broke as fuck and can't afford an actual phone. He ignored the fact that he had 300 messages on a group chat and went straight to Gerard's profile.

Fuckfrank: Gee where are you

Geebear: Home, why

Fuckfrnk: We need to talk.

Geebear: That doesnt sound good

Fuckfrnk: Call me

He sat done is phone and laid down. And then he picked up the cell phone when he was called from Gerard's mother's phone.

"What's up?" Gerard asked.

Frank sighed. "I think... I have to break up with you."

Silence. "Why?"

"Because Bob. I mean... you might be next for him."

"He beat you up again, huh?" Shuffling noises on the other end. "Frank, that's not my fault."

"I know. That's why. This is for you, as stupid as it sounds."

"It is stupid. Why?"

"Because I don't want the same thing happening you you. He almost broke my jaw, man. I don't wanna know what would happen if it was you."

"Don't break up with me. I can handle my own damn self. Fuck, Frank. I love you."

And that's when Frank knew he was completely and utterly fucked. He was too deep in love with him.

"I know." He breathed. "I love you too. Never mind. But if Bob touches you, that's it."

"Fuck you. I love you."

Frank chuckled. "Fuck you too. I love you too."

He hung up. Lindsey was smiling at him from the doorway. "You guys are like Romeo and Juliet."

"Will we both die?"

Lindsey smiled even wider, getting lipstick on her teeth. "Eventually."