The Bully (Frerard)(Completed)

Chapter 3: Skylar

"Damn Mikey, how do you put up with Gerard everyday? He's such an asshole." I say while walking to our friend's house.

"I got used to it. He makes the same stupid remarks everyday, it's useless to make a deal out of it. And Gerard's going to have a fit when he finds out Ray's gay too."

My eyes widen, "Ray's gay?! I didn't know that!"

"Yep, but back off! Mine!" He makes a pretend angry face, "He's mine."

"Ohh! Someone has a crush!" I sing loudly in his ear.

"Yeah! So? What about you? Huh? I know you like Gerard!"

"I'm trying not to.." I mutter, I hate how he brings this up, every fucking day. "It isn't my fault.. I just.. I feel like he could change.."

"Gerard. Become gay?" Mikey snorts in laughter after saying that, "Gerard is straighter than that fucking light post, he will not change."

I sigh and punch the light post. Now my knuckles are bleeding and, ugh.

We finally make it to Skylar's house, we knock and wait.

Then she opens the door, "Hey, guys." She smiles.

"Hey." We reply in unison.

"Any luck with Gerard?" Yeah, she knows I like my bully.. She didn't pick on me about though. I sigh heavily and shake my head, then show her my hand.

"Frank. I swear if you keep punching things every time someone," she fake coughs, "Mikey, brings up your crush on Gerard, you're going to end up ruining your knuckles."

Then she brings me in the bathroom and helps clean it off, "Just don't let him get to you."

"Hey, shut it!" Mikey yells, "My brother, my best friend! I shall pick on him!"

"Shut up, Mikes."

Then she turns to me, "You never know, maybe Gerard'll change. Just.. Don't give up."

"Yeah, he'll change alright." I say with such sarcasm you could taste it.

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"Oh, how's music? I know you guys were excited about getting it!" Skylar blurts out as we're sat in her room reading comics.

I just grumble incoherently and go back to my comic.

"We got put in a group with Gerard and two others.. Gerard made a big scene about how he didn't want two 'fags' in his group.." Mikey answers.

"Oh."

After that, not another word was said until her mom came back from work, "Skylar! Is Frank and Mikey here? I have supper!"

"Yes, mom! When aren't they?" She laughs.

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*Next Day*

Yay.. Another day of rushing around so I don't get beaten.

Music is still horrible, today we have to go in our groups and talk about what instruments we'll all do, who'll sing, songs, all that stuff.

"Okay, so, my faggot brother will play bass. That's all he knows how to do." Gerard orders. "And it appears that Faggot Frank will play guitar."

"Gerard, why don't you just-" I start kind of rudely.

"Shut up! Okay? Just stop fucking talking. You'll only play guitar and I don't want to hear your fucking voice or I will beat the shit out of you. Okay, Iero?" He bursts out, wow...

I just nod. "Good, now sit like a good little faggot and try not to stare, okay?"

I turn around and strum a little on my guitar, a tune I've been working on.

Mikey comes over by me, "Frank just ignore him, I'm sorry he said those things."

I wipe my eyes, because what Gerard said to me was enough to bust me up inside and make me cry. I just nod and continue strumming.

Then Mikey comes in softly, adding to it.

I have lyrics, and I sang softly, "Well if you wanted honesty, that's all you had to say. I never want to let you down or have you go, it's better off this way." Then I stopped, that's as far as I've gotten in the lyrics, but music wise, I'm basically finished with the music.

"Whoa, Iero. Where'd that come from?" Gerard asks in shock.

I just turn and sit there with my guitar. Not speaking. Just sitting, staring, and thinking.

"Well? Speak. That was..." He takes in a breath, "Good."

"I write lyrics sometimes..." I answer.

"Have a song title?"

I shake my head, "Not far enough into the song to decide yet.."

"Work on it. We can use that song." Then he actually smiled at me, like a genuine smile. Not that sadistic smile that he flashes when he's about to punch me or throw me across the hallway. A happy smile that has adoration in it.

"I will." I nod firmly.

Then he goes back to talking to the others, "Bob? Any instruments?"

"Drums."

"Ray?"

"Guitar."

"Alright, and I'll do vocals. I'll go dig up two songs I've written and we can practice those and wait on Iero to finish his."

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I walk out of music, shocked and happy. For once Gerard talks to me, not in a rude way. "Wow." I whisper.

"Calm down, dude, he's just really into music." Mikey says.

"Shh, I'm taking in the great moment."

He laughs and pulls me off to Algebra.

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After school, I don't wait for Mikey, I run home, as fast as I can. I'm gonna finish that song, not tonight but soon.

As soon as I get home, I ignore my mom and just go upstairs.

'Well, if you wanted honesty that's all you had to say.

I never want to let you down or have you go, it's better off this way.'

What else, what would go with that?

I pick up Pansy, my guitar, and started strumming the song. I sing it and magically come up with "For all the dirty looks, the photographs your boyfriend took, remember when you broke your foot from jumping out the second floor? I'm not okay, I'm not okay, I'm not okay. You wear me out."

I decided not to rush into the lyrics and just stuck with that for today. It took me an hour to come with them, of replaying and replaying the music until the words came to me. Gosh, this is fucking hard.

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Ohhhh, Gerard was nice? Hmmm...

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xoxoCrashFire