Boys Don't Have Diarys. Well, I Do {Frerard}

There's something wrong

(trigger warning? IDK excessive drinking)

Franks pov

Hey notebook

Eventually me and Jamia left the coffee shop and go back to my house. I just think about how that guy at the shop yesterday. Once he checked his phone he just seemed really panicked and I know I shouldn't worry about it because it's none of my business. I mean I don't even know that guys name, but that doesn't mean I don't hope he's okay. Maybe I'll try talking to him. I was thinking about all of this while me and Jamia were walking to my place. She looked at me with a worried face and poked me. I looked at her.

"Frank are you okay? I've been saying your name for at least a minute." I just looked at her and nodded feeling bad for making her worry. "It doesn't seem like your okay, do you have something on your mind?" I just watched my feet walking and watched the sidewalk as we passed more with each step. This is all I can do without telling her, but I don't know if I want to tell her. Wait shit were both going to my house. "I'll tell you at my place."

~le time skip cuz leave author is lezy shite~

After I tell Jamia my worries about the boy she agrees I should talk to him and probably mention the bruise he had on his neck a while back just to be safe even though it's very possible that's it's going to be a uncomfortable conversation. And even though I really don't want to have a uncomfortable conversation with a total -hot- stranger I'm gonna out my social awkwardness aside for a while and just make sure this guy is okay.

Eventually Jamia went back home and I went to bed..
But then the next day things got,, interesting.

I woke up earlier than normal but it's okay because I can get in the shower instead of doing it later tonight. While I'm in there I don't do anything except wash myself and think. Not much else I can do while wet naked and alone. (don't think dirty.) All there is to do is think. Think about my life and everything about it. The good and bad, the past and the present. What awaits for the future while trying not to freak out to much because there is to much worry about the future right now. I wonder about what my past friends and boyfriends are. Some have lost touch with me and that's probably my fault, but I've ended on a good note with almost everyone.  the ones that didn't were pretty ugly. Not the person but the way our relationship ended. No one is ugly because it's not possible for a human being to be ugly. (other than the author) I decided it was eventually time to get out of the shower and start getting ready for, ugh, school. Before I leave the shower I wipe the mirror getting rid of the steam on the window as I look at myself. I may not have the prettiest body (forgive me for I have lied) but I don't have the highest confidence so I chose to not listen to myself.

Sure sometimes it's easier said than done but I try. I've gotten better. I go to my room and pick out black skinny jeans and some random band shirt that is faded but I don't care I still love it. The fact it's faded just gives it more character. I head downstairs because I'm hungry so eating seems logical. I opted for a bagel because nothing else seems good. As I put it in the toaster and wait for it to cook I go to my phone and look through social media and decide everyone has super boring life's but I can't talk because I'm just waiting for a bagel to cook. It's like watching grass grow and even though I'm a vegetarian I do not eat grass. I only wait for bagels. Among other food. Just not grass.

The toaster goes off and I almost shit my pants, but it's not my fault it was just very sudden. Then I put cream cheese on it and eat it because sadly I do not have time to let it sit while I admire the beauty which is my bagel because school.

School is the reason teenagers cannot appreciate bagels and that's why we are so stressed. If we could just stare at bagels I'm almost certain we'd do better in school.

Speaking of school I really have to get to that shit hole so I grab my backpack, kiss my mother on the cheek because at this point she got up, and get in my car.

After the short drive I pull into the parking lot and head inside the building and over to Jamia's locker which is where I normally hang out in the morning. I look around because Jamia isn't here yet when I see the mysterious guy I may or may not but definitely may have a crush on stumbling over. His greasy black hair covering his face as he 'walks' over. He gets closer and eventually stands next to me while leaning on the locker for support. "Umm.. Are you okay?" I asked him with a worried tone. He looks at me and smiles. "Hi! I'm Gerard. Are you a teacher b-because if you are I'm, I'm just getting stuff from my locker." He said very cheerfully. I shake my head "I'm not a teacher, are you okay Gerard?" Then he looked at me and then he looked around. "Okay friend, don't tell anyone but I'm very drunk." He giggled. I took off my backpack and started looking through it until I spotted my water bottle. I took it out and handed it to Gerard.

He just looked at the bottle and sat in the floor. He looked at the bottle and then up to me. "um am I supposed to drink this? I don't really like water, d-do you think you have coffee or something?" I looked at him. He is very intoxicated, someone would know what's going on even in this hell hole school. "Gerard you can't stay at school, just let me walk you to the nurse and we can say you got sick or something so you can go home." He looked at me with wide eyes and started shaking his head no. "You can't call my house my mom would kill me." I had to think now. I really don't want him to get in trouble but he can't stay here.

"D-do you think I could go to your house? I can't go to my, to my house." I just stood there not really wanting to ditch but deciding that making sure Gerard was going to be okay was way more important. "Sure." I smile at him while he returns the gesture. I hold my hand out to help him get up. Even after he gets up he continues holding my hand which meant way more to me than it probably really was supposed to mean.

Not to mention he's drunk.

(this probably sucked. Sorry,,, I'm really sucking at life cuz its 10pm and I'm hungry and cold and I need to shower. Ugh but I still write cuz I'm awesome like that and updates)