Trying {frerard}

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Finally out of school. But no hell isn't over yet. After school everyday I get beat up by Ryan at exactly 3:30 which sucks because when I get home I'm yelled at by my mom for being late and I could never tell her I'm being beat up because I'll be beat up more. Nothing really that I can do. So just as everyday I go around to the abandoned football field in the back and meet Ryan. He's a little early usually because as you know, he highly enjoys making my life hell." Sup punk piece of trash.", he spits as he and his friend try to hold back laughs when they see my Metallica shirt. "Hello Ryan" I say so he knows he can begin. As soon as I finish my sentence his fist goes strait into my gut and I fall to the ground wincing in pain as he begins kicking me. "What's the matter metalhead, can't get your weak, useless self off the ground?". I just lay there as I feel the bruises creeping onto my skin every time he kicks me. I feel the blood running from my nose as he takes one powerful kick to my face. Finally he yells " Let's go guys, I got some other appointments with some other metal heads like little Frankie here!" He walks away with an evil smile as I attempt to pick myself up. I walk to a gas station to wipe the blood off of my face before my mom sees. Right when I thought life couldn't get worse (considering I was in a gas station bathroom cleaning blood off of myself) I turn to see Gerard and Mikey standing behind me. Mikey looks at me with concern as he sees the cut on the bridge of my nose." Hey Frank what happened?" He says while him and Gerard both project a confused and slightly concerned look towards me. "Uh- just Ryan, he um- he beats me up sometimes. But I'm ok this time." I say as I show a fake smile as if nothing happened." Oh my god Frank are you ok, those bruises look bad. Maybe you should see a doctor or something-". "I'm ok Mikey thanks for your concern though". He gives a hesitant look as if he's about to insist on taking me but then he shuts his mouth and looks at Gerard and Gerard looks at me. My arms were exposed and as I grabbed a paper towel they saw my cuts. Crap. Mikey and Gerard both lit up with concern and began firing off questions." Frank why- I don't- is it because of Ryan I mean-" they both muttered out the same questions as I stared at them with an explanatory look. "Look I'm ok guys I promise just forget about me I'm ok-"." Hey Frankie" Mikey yells as I begin to walk out the door." Wanna come over tomorrow?" Mikey says with a small reassuring smile. I hesitate at the question for a minute but then I stutter out an answer."um- yeah sure if your ok with it" I look at Gerard who's kinda smiling and kinda listening to what will happen next." We'll meet you in the football field around back ok?". I look at Gerard and give a nod. Did I get myself accepted into their squad by simply getting beat up and accidentally showing it? I'm so excited I skip out of the gas station and begin my happy walk home.