You're Such A Killjoy! (Frerard fanfiction)

Hey guys, I'm back with another story, this time, it's gonna be a Frank Iero and Gerard Way fanfic!

If you disagree with this sort of bromance, then please kindly leave, and please, NO HATE.

Here's the setting of the characters:

Gerard, Mikey and Ray (the bad boys), are in a school band, and they are auditioning for a fourth member. That's when Frank comes in; he is the school's biggest loser, but he hates Gerard. The only reason he wants to join the band is because he has a crush on Ray.

Things go downhill from then onwards.

Enjoy guys!

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Frank P.O.V

Ugh.

They're arguing again. How can they do this to me? I'm here, sitting peacefully in my room studying, and they decide to argue again.

Fun, fun, fun.

Unable to continue, I slammed my history coursework book closed, and got up.

My room wasn't what you'd call massive, although it was the biggest bedroom in the house. My mum's room was the second biggest, and then Delilah's room was the smallest; barely big enough to fit a bed and a desk.

My walls were painted black, with red stripes through the middle. I had three posters; Green Day's Uno! album, Metallica, and an A2 poster of Sheldon Cooper. Don't ask.

I had a memory foam double bed that sat inbetween my wardrobe and desk, and my stereo system was on the opposite wall.

They wouldn't shut up.

Sighing for the thirtieth time, I cleared everything off my bed, and landed on it. My hands wrapped around my head, and I tried to block out their screaming.

I'd better explain to you. My dad left when I was fourteen, three years had passed, and mum had tried to move on. Dave was okay, I guess. He actually cared about how my day had been, and all that fatherly stuff. My older sister, Laina, left a few months before dad did. She said she couldn't stand him anymore. She was seventeen then.

        I haven't seen or talked to her since. Delilah cried herself to sleep for the first two months, after all, she was only seven. Mum cared a lot about us before dad left, but now she seems to put all her attention into Dave.

I became Delilah's parent; taking her to school every day and helping her do stuff. Now that she's ten, I don't do any of that anymore. I still help her cope and all that.

Deciding that I would go downstairs and see what the fuck was going on was a bad idea.

Mum was in tears, as usual. Dave, however, was not. I cocked my head to the side in confusion. Usually it was mum having a go at Dave for something. But this was different.

She was cowering away from him, yet she didn't look scared, she looked guilty.

I coughed and they both looked up at the same time.

Mum started first.

"Go back to your room, Frankie, please, I-"

"No, he needs to know what a whore his mother is!" Dave spat in disgust. Shocked, I looked between the both of them. "Been sleeping around, haven't you, huh?!"

What?

"What's he talking about mom?"

Silence.

I was already sick of her voice.

"Frankie darling, I'm so sorry, I didn't mean it, I-"

"Save it."

I sprinted back up the stairs, tears already soaking my face. My own mother?! She would do that to us?

Delilah had guessed what was happening. She stood at the top of the stairs, and exclaims "I'm staying at Louise's for the week, she already knows."

I nodded quickly, and pulled her close. I didn't know when I was gonna see her again, so I made it extra special.

"Bye Frankie..." she went back into her room and shut the door.

Gulping, I went back into my room, and grabbed my emergency pack.

I didn't bother with the door. The window was a much better exit.

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Gonna end it here guys,

Baii

~E