The only hope for me is you (Frank X Gerard/ Frerard)

Emo Tomatoes are the best type of tomatoes

Gerard's p/v

"No, you're staying here"
Oh shit.
"Theres only one seat?"
"Ever heard of sharing" he smirks.
"Oh y-yeah".
I'm probably blushing violently right now. Keep in mind, that I'm very pale, so when I blush I look like an emo tomato.
"What are you waiting for, you have a butt, now I advise you to sit on the seat".
Shit, had I zoned out?
He sounded angry so I quickly sat down. Franks friends where staring at me, giving me weird glances. A few times I hear the word 'fag', 'emo' or 'Creep' getting said. That's funny, considering some of them look like theyve just walked straight out of a Green Day concert. I awkwardly shuffle about. I start looking around the cafeteria and see Mikey. I look to my left and see frank a few metres away getting lectured by a teacher. Yes. I check no one is looking and slip from the chair, speed walking down the cafeteria. Until I'm at a reasonable distance.
"Hey, Mikey!!"
He turns and looks at me.
"Oh, Hey. Where where you? I haven't saw you"
Shit. Think quickly.
"Oh, um. Yeah, I got held behind because a teacher needed to speak to me. Nothing important" I quickly smile.
Mikey offers me to sit with him so I look behind me, checking they haven't noticed yet, and sigh in relief. Frank is still getting ranted at?
I accept the offer and sit down.
"Who do you keep looking at?" Mikey asks.
"What? Oh. Nothing"
He gives me a confused glance but doesn't ask any further questions.
Lunch finishes and I say bye to Mikey.

——TIME SKIP BROUGHT TO YOU BY DRUNK BRENDON URIE——

I don't walk alone today. Instead, I walk with Mikey. We reach our doorway, laughing. The door opens and we're attacked by my mother asking us questions.
"Did you have a good day?"
"Have you had any tests?"
"Has anyone been mean?"
"Have you made any new friends"
"What are the people like"
"Have you got girlfriends?"
I smirk at the last one, thankfully no one notices. Eventually, we're free from our mother and get to the stairs.
"I bet I can beat you up there" Mikey mumbles.
"Keep dreaming"
In a second, we're racing up the stairs, mikeys butt invading my personal bubble. I wish the stairs weren't so narrow. I try getting around him, but just fall after his butt hits my head.
Eventually, we reach the top.
Mikey is panting and laughing, I join him.
"Told you I would win"
I shake my head smiling.
"You won't be saying that next time". We stand and are about to separate before I stop him. "Hey, Mikey?" I start.
He turns. "Yeah?"
"Uh, thanks for talking to me today. And y'know, letting me sit with you, and like, walking home with me?"
He laughs.
"Ew, dude, stop. You're being cringy. If anything, I should be saying that to you, you know, since I'm the younger one? But it's fine, you're my brother, why wouldn't I, right?"
"Yeah, Sorry"
"DONT APOLOGISE JESUS CHRIST" we laugh again, before exchanging goodbyes and walking to our separate rooms.
I walk in and grab my phone, clicking 'shuffle' on music, and get greeted with 'Master Of Puppets' by Metallica. I walk over to my desk and open the drawer under it, grabbing a book. A skip through the art filled pages before finding an empty one. I grab a pencil and start drawing. I don't have an idea on what I'll draw, but I'll just go with whatever comes in my head. A few minutes pass and I look at what I've done so far. A face. It's plain, apart from a pair of lips, precisely shaded, a single lip ring on it. I continue with the drawing.

About one hour passes and it is finished I look down and gasp.
Can someone please explain why I just unintentionally drew a very detailed portrait of Frank Iero? Anyone? I knew I said I'd just do whatever came to my mind, but do I really think about frank that much? Damn, I THINK ABOUT HIM WITHOUT EVEN REALISING. I suddenly get an idea. Does frank have social media? I know Pete does, and his account is public so I could just check his followers and search Fr-
What.
Why am I thinking about this.
Now I know why people think I'm a creep.
Hm.
I pick my phone up and open and the instagram app. First, maybe I could just try searching it myself.
Okay.
I go to the search bar, typing 'Frank Iero'.
My username is just my name, so I hope his will be that simple too.
Wait, does Frank have HATE-PAGES? I thought people literally worshipped him.
"FrankIeroTheFuckBoy"
"FrankIeroHatePage"
"FrankIeroIsAWorthless"
"WeHateFrankIero"
I feel anger forming but try shrugging it off. Eventually, I click on a username, because that account has the most followers.
"FrankIeroMustDie"
It's followed by people I follow, so I assume it will be him.
But
It's private.
I could try following him, but what if he thinks I'm even weirder? I mean-he did kiss me today, which was quite weird, but no one would dare think of him as a weirdo, whereas with me, it's like I have "THINK IM STRANGE" written in my head.
My account isn't anything really weird. I just post my art there, with the occasional photos of me, sometimes photography, and the occasional band posts..but what if he considers that weird. I sigh.
I stare at the screen infront of me for a few minutes, but give in. Screw this. We live once, let's just make the most out of it. I click the follow button, and proceed to mentally scream.
I pick up my book to put it in the drawer, but stop, eyeing a small, sharp, shiny metal object lying at the back. I hesitate, and pick it up.
No.
Not today.
I put it back down, inside the drawer, along with my book. I lay down on my bed and laugh. The laughing then turns into crying. Yay. I close my eyes. I eventually drift off into a sleep, my last thought being of frank..

AYEEE AN UPDATE. Yesterday I wrote a really long, detailed, decent chapter which was almost 2000 words long :,)
But when I saved it as a draft and clicked on it to post it, only about 200 words saved?? :(
So, I needed to write it, sadly this time it sucks.
But like
Yo
ALMOST 800 VIEWS WHAHAH WHATTT
THANK YOU
Okay
I'm doing now. Bye.
-Xo Kit