Take My Fucking Hand (Frerard Fanfiction)

Chapter One: Frank's POV

I'm not okay. My life pretty much sucks, and no one even cares. All I ever do is go to school and come straight home, I don't even have any friends. I'm just a pathetic, gay, teenaged loser. Yeah, gay. Call me a faggot if you want, I'm used to it. Ever since my classmates found out about my sexuality, it's all they ever call me.  I used to have friends; a lot of them, now that I think of it. I was actually pretty popular. Then, of course, my "best friend", Joey, had to leak it to the school that I like dudes. I could strangle him, but he doesn't even talk to me anymore. Now, off to another useless day of torment and anguish. Fun.

"Hey, Fag!" Joey yells. I'm not sure if I want to punch him or hide in my shell. Oh well, I guess hiding is my best option. As soon as I pull my hood over my head, Joey rushes towards me. Before he can do anything, a soft voice says "Stop". I turn around to see Gerard Way, of all people. I stare at him speechless, I'd never heard him say a word before. 

"Are you crazy?" I hiss at him.

He just looks at me and smirks, pulling a tiny metal device from his hoody pocket. I hear a loud bang, and Joey screams and falls to the ground. Did he just fucking shoot him? He did... He held out his hand. "Are you coming with me, or are you just gonna stay here?" 

This place sucks... but going on the run with the quiet (murderous) kid? Eh, anything's better than algebra, but I'm definitely not taking his hand. Who knows where that's been. I have to stop thinking like that. The rumours probably aren't true... Fingers close around my wrist and pull me away roughly, pulling me along out of the school. I struggle to keep up with him, panting as he practically drags me across the parking lot.

"Train tracks. We gotta jump." he pants out, practically doubled over. He isn't fat... but he could probably lay off the Twinkies. Damn when did I become such a judgemental asshole... 

"Come on!" he shouts, taking off again towards the train tracks near our high school. I struggle to keep up, but we eventually reach the tracks. A rusted train is already speeding by, but Gerard haunches down to prepare to jump.

"Are you fucking insane?!" I shout at him over blare of the train.

"What do you fucking think?!" he shouts back. "Stop being a pansy and jump!" 

I roll my eyes and watch him count backwards from three on his fingers. I hold my breath as we make a running jump for the train, rolling inside and banging around against the hard metal walls. "Fuck!" 

He laughsa little.. Crazy bastard.. "I'm Gerard." he grins at me, showing two rows of tiny misshapen teeth. 

"What the fuck?!" I shout at him again. First he fucking kills someone for no apparent reason, now he's introducing himself with a cheesy ass grin on his face on a train to god knows where? 

"They're all assholes! Aren't you glad to be free of them?! We can start over!" He slumps down in the corner of the railcar, patting the ground beside him for me to sit. I hesitate, but what the hell I've come this far. I flop down beside him right as the train goes around a sharp curve on the track, causing me to slide into him, falling into his lap. He just laughs again and pulls me up. I make a disgusted noise and glare at him, waiting for an explanation, an apology.. something.

"You're welcome." he grins.

"For ruining my fucking life?! You fucking killed someone and dragged me into it! I barely fucking know you!"

"They were gonna beat you up.. I heard them talking about it. It's useful to be the one that no one suspects, but no one plans a murder out loud, dear Frankie." He chuckles like he's actually genuinely proud of himself. 

"And why would you care if I got beat up?!"

"Because I like you." he states as simply and matter of fact as if reciting where he lived.

"You what?! You don't know me!"

"You're different. I can tell. Just fucking go with it okay?"

I groan. What the fuck does this lunatic want with me? He never bothered to talk to me before. He always just sat there in the back of the class, with his black hood covering his head, and his hair hanging infront of his face to further hide him from the outside world. I never even thought he was paying attention...

He sits there looking at me, sizing me up and making some kind of assessment. He wriggles around a bit, pulling at his hoody sleeves. He slips the hoody over his head and throws it out of the train. I'd never seen Gerard without his hoody before. I stare at him in shock, looking at him for the first time (pretty much). He's not as chubby as I thought. The hoody just made him look that way, Under the hoody he wore a tight black t-shirt that shows off every muscle... Fuck am I really thinking this shit? Gerard chuckles as he sees my widened eyes. I feel a blush rise to my cheeks and resent him even more for it. 

"Like what you see?" he smirks.

I want to punch him so bad. "Fuck off. I'm gay, not desperate."

He laughs a little. "Oh, Frank, Frank, Frank.." 

I glower at him, but he still has the audacity to put his arm around my shoulders. That's it.I punch him hard in the stomach. Fuck. Does he have a fucking bag of rocks under that t-shirt? I rub my fist as he laughs at me. "Way to go, Iero."

"Leave me alone.." I scoot across the car, sitting as far away from him as I can possibly get. 

"You didn't have to come with me, you know. You wanted to. I could tell. I could see it in your eyes. I knew what you were planning, what you were going to do. I could'nt let you do that.. and I could use a do-over, too. We might as well at least be friends."

How the fuck did he find out about what I was going to do...? I never even told anyone. Who would I tell.... My journal. I forgot it in the cafeteria.. 

"Stay out of my fucking journal..." 

He just shakes his head. "Truce..?" he scoots closer to me, holding out his hand.

I take it loosely and shake. What the fuck am I doing...?