You're Such A Killjoy! (Frerard fanfiction)

Don't ignore me, I exist!

Yoohoo people! Back again I see? Woah

Hope you enjoy reading. I will definitely be taking this story to 12 parts, feedback or not. Any feedback will encourage me, and that would be awesome :D

In the last chapter, Ray and Frank have a moment in the boy's bathroom...;)

Hope you enjoy, motherfuckers

-poof-

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Frank P.O.V

Two weeks had gone by.

Ray had stuck with me whenever possible. I guess he kinda had to.

A ) His old 'friends' don't want to be seen around school with him, though they still talk to him over text and out of public

B ) We both ended up in the same position, and we helped eachother cope.

I wondered why they still talk to him.

"Ray..why do they still talk to you?"

We were sat in the cafeteria, me eating a hamburger, he was eating a chocolate cake.

"Well, we're in a band together, so we have to get along. If my parents found out I was gay, they'd throw me out, so we have to act like we're all still friends, so they don't find out."

He picked at his cake.

I cleared my throat.

"What are you lot called?"

"Huh?"

"You said you were in a band, what are you called?"

Sheepishly, he put down his cake.

"Were called-"

"Oi, faggots!" A familiar shout.

What a cool name for a band.

Yay.

Mikey stormed over, Gerard at his heels like a lost puppy.

I turned in my chair, and stared intently at his face.

The whole room were looking.

"Oh, dear.....dear Mikey." I started, wrapping my hamburger back in its packet. "What can us....'faggots' do for ya?"

I grinned, which earned me a smack to the jaw.

Gasps around the room.

My cheek stung.

"No one talks back to me, understand!?"

I nodded.

"Right....I came here to talk to frizzy faggot."

Oh no, Ray, what have you done.....

I could hear his gulp from here.

"W-whatdya want, Mikey?"

Mikey leant down to his ear, and spoke.

"Band practise, after school...need another member.......haven't got long......find someone."

That's all I heard, and they were gone.

He gulped again.

Confused, I asked him what happened.

"You need to do something for me, Frankie.....summat big."

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Oooh, who can guess what the favor's gonna be??

First to comment gets a dedication

Bye guys

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