You're Beautiful To Me (Frerard)

Chapter One (Frank's P.O.V)

"Fraaaank wake uuuuuppppp!!!!" my little sister Casey yelled into my room, indicating that it was long past the time I should have been up. The batteries in my small grey alarm clock must have died again. I groaned and pulled my large black blanket over my head in an attempt to go back to sleep, it took all I had to not take the bottle of anti-depressants on the table next to my bed and throw them down my throat. "Case just tell mom that I'm sick or something please, I can't go to school, not today." I rolled over under the blanket and felt a weight on me, shaking me hard. "Frankie I swear if you do not get up right now I am personally going to throw everything you own out of your window." She was only a few years younger than me, but she was very mature, she was only 14, but seemed like 19. I however was 17, and my birthday was coming up. "fine, but I'm just going to come home at lunch anyway, I don't see the point." I complained, dragging myself out of my bed. "ok whatever that's on you. Now get dressed, if you aren't downstairs in five minutes I'm coming back up and you're going in the clothes you have on." She said walking out of my room. "Great. Another day in hell. At least it's Friday" I thought to myself. I pulled on some black ripped up skinny jeans and an ACDC shirt, and threw on a grey hoodie. Walking down the stairs I could hear my mother yelling into her phone, most likely having an argument with my dad. I tapped on Casey's shoulder and we walked out the door, both sighing. As we stood on the corner of the old cracked sidewalk, waiting for the school bus, she turned to me, and asked me what had happened to mom and dad. "What do you mean?" I replied, and her eyes started to water. "They used to be so happy, so in love, and it seems like just out of nowhere everything they had for each other fell apart, and mom is just... What happened to them?" she was staring directly into my eyes, I just stared at her, speechless. How long had she been wondering about this? Surely she didn't think it was her fault? If it was anyone's fault it was mine, having been the subject of most of their arguments. "Well, they must have fallen out of love long ago, and just tried to hide it, you know for our sake, so we wouldn't get upset, and the out of nowhere must have just been them snapping. And if you're thinking that it is in any way your fault you need to stop immediately because it is no one's fault." I said, choosing my words carefully. The bus arrived, breaking the silence and we got on. It dropped her off at the Junior High, and continued on to the high school, where I would endure nine hours of nonstop torment. When the bus pulled up in front of the school, I hesitated to get off. Putting one of my headphones into my ears at full volume, got off the bus and headed for the doors, where three boys were waiting for me. Keith, with short, brown hair and a football jacket, Randy with slightly long blonde hair that came down just past his ears, held a skateboard and glared at me, and then there was Troy. Troy used to be my best and only friend, but in eighth grade he started to hang out with Keith and Randy, and eventually he turned against me. He had short, jet black hair and wore a pair of loose jeans and a football jersey. He had a smirk on his face that told me that I was completely fucked if he were to see me. I started to put my other ear bud in when I saw them walking toward me. I jumped behind a group of people praying to blend in and that they wouldn't see me, but of course they had already spotted me, and Randy called my name. "Hey Frank, why don't you come over here and see us bitch!" I began to run toward the football field as fast as I could, praying that I could make it into the school from the side door and escape them, but having my luck, they caught me just as I was running past the bleachers. It was Keith that had grabbed me, and delivered a punch to my arm. Troy stood in front of me, laughing. "Please guys just leave me alone, you've already hurt me enough just go away please!" I yelled at them, almost in tears. This was my life every single day. Usually this happened in the bathrooms, or the locker rooms in gym, but today I had made the mistake of running away from people, we were alone, just them and me, no one to interfere or save me, not like anyone ever did, but they would eventually have to stop when a teacher or coach would almost catch them. The only thing to stop them now would be the bell ringing for school, and that seemed to be hours away, although it was only about twenty minutes. "Ha! You're pathetic, I cannot believe I ever even considered you my friend you stupid bitch, you are nothing to me" and he spit on me. I couldn't hold back my tears, they poured down my face as Troy tackled me, sitting on my legs and repeatedly punching me as Randy and Keith kicked my sides, I was practically screaming at them to stop. "HEY WHAT THE FUCK ARE YOU PRICKS DOING!?" a voice yelled out. Suddenly Troy was ripped off of me and on the ground a few feet away from me, and Keith and Randy were pushed backwards. "Get the hell out of here before I end all of your pathetic lives!" they laughed and I looked at who the voice belonged to, it was a boy about my age maybe a year older, with messy bright red hair, skinny jeans, and a leather jacket. "woah okay chill bro, have fun with gay boy here" Troy said laughing and picking himself up. The boy was staring daggers at him. He watched them leaving the field and laughing, probably about what just happened. As soon as they were gone, he crouched down next to me and helped me stand, holding onto my arm to support me. "hey are you okay?" he asked. I looked at him confused. "Why do you care? You don't even know me, what made you decide to save my ass" I said, a few tears still falling down my cheeks. He laughed and put his hand on my face. "I was under the bleachers way over there and my brother looked over and pointed to you, and I ran as fast as I could to get those jack asses off of you" he explained, never breaking eye contact with me. "But why though? Like I said you don't know me or anything about me" I said, not used to people willingly being nice to me. "Well would you rather me have just left you there? Who knows what they would have done to you, with nobody around and you not doing anything to defend yourself, they probably would have killed you" he said taking a very serious tone. I was staring into his light hazel eyes, and in that moment, nothing felt real. Everything felt like it was part of some bullshit teenage daydream fantasy. His eyes were the most beautiful things I had ever seen. He was staring right back into mine. We stood there like that for a few minutes, just staring into each other's eyes, until we heard the bell ring for school to start. I sighed and felt my eyes well up with tears again. "Hey, why don't we skip first hour together, you know get to know each other?" he said hugging me gently with one arm. I looked at him to see if he was trying to trick me, but only saw sincerity in his eyes. "Okay, yeah that would be nice" I said attempting to smile. He smiled and put his arm around me. "Let's go back under the bleachers so no one sees us and makes us go to class, I'm Gerard by the way" he said winking. "Frank" I said shyly. Gerard led me under the bleachers where there were two other boys. One had blondish hair that went over his face and wore glasses. The other boy had a giant afro of curly brown hair. "Frank this is my brother Mikey and Princess Fro Fro" he said laughing. "Shut up asshole" the boy said laughing, "My name is Ray" he said smiling. Mikey looked at Gerard and then to the school. "Did the bell for first hour just ring?" he asked. "Yea, Frank and I are going to skip first period though."

"Ok well I'm going to class, Ray are you coming with me?" He hesitated, as if thinking about something, then replied. "yea, I don't need to get in trouble again." I was secretly glad they were going, as I wanted to get to know Gerard better. I had only just met him, but he was so intriguing. As they were walking away, I couldn't help but let the tears start flowing again. Gerard's arms were immediately around me, comforting me. "Hey what's wrong? You're safe now." He said rubbing my back. I felt so safe, which only made me cry more. I tried to get some words out, but it only resulted in coughing. He held me like that for at least 35 minutes. I had finally calmed down, but then realized that first hour was almost over, and then we would have to part ways for second hour. "Gerard?" I asked looking up at him, his arms still around me. "Do you just want to skip all day and I can take you home after school?" he asked, reading my mind. I quickly nodded, "if you want to then yes that would be so much better than going in there." He smiled and ran a hand through his bright hair. "We will have to just stay here until lunch though, so we don't get caught and forced in there." He said, pointing to the school. "Wait, what if they tell them that I'm here? What if one of the teachers asks where I am and they tell them that I'm here and they come looking for me I don't know what to do I-I-I" he cut me off by hugging me tight. "Listen, as soon as the lunch bell rings, we can go in the parking lot right over there and get in my car and go somewhere, it's going to be okay, I promise" I smiled and hugged him back. We sat down up against the side of the bleachers, him holding me. I leaned my head on his shoulder and yawned, causing him to giggle. "Well you seem tired" he laughed. "That's because I am" I said, yawning again. He surprised me by beginning to sing. "These are the eyes and the lies of the taken these are their hearts but their hearts don't beat like ours, they burn cause they are all afraid. For every one of us, there's an army of them. But you'll never fight alone-"

"What song is that?" I asked, interrupting him. He had the most beautiful voice that I had ever heard in my whole entire life, and I went and interrupted it. Wow way to go me. Gerard's voice intruded my thoughts. "Oh um, it's just something I came up with, I used to sing it to my cousin when she was a baby." I stared at him with pure admiration. "Well it's beautiful, so is your voice." I said sleepily, and laid my head back down on his shoulder and he started to sing again. "The world is ugly, but you're beautiful to me" I closed my eyes and fell asleep.