Thought Contagion (Frerard, Peterick, etc.)

Emo Beans

HIYA, YA EMO RATS!
I don't know if I like how this chapter turned out, but hopefully you will.
Make sure to comment what you think at the end!
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Gerard had his mind completely made up, he wasn't ready for school.

It'd been a full thirty minutes of procrastination before he would even leave his bed; now, gathering the confidence to drive there would be a completely different story.
Hell, teenagers had always scared the shit out of Gerard, and if it weren't for his mom and Mikey's constant nagging  (and, of course, the fact he was one), he'd avoid high school completely.

After another full twenty-one minutes of deliberation, he'd decided on a black beanie, his baggiest plaid sweater, a simple black Misfits tank top, the skinniest black jeans he could find, and a pair of cherry red Converse. Hey, Gerard may be having an existential crisis, but he'd be damned if he didn't make a fashion statement.
When he'd managed to finish applying a calculated amount of eyeliner and hurriedly checked up on his mom, Gerard ran out to his rusty, black station wagon, hesitantly driving to Belleville High, unaware of the boy that was awaiting him.

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"...And I said, it's not a bad dick."
Frank rolled his eyes; It'd only been a week, and yet he'd heard enough nonsense from Brendon to last the rest of the school year. Ryan Ross, however,
enjoyed the stories, always watching the sophomore slump lovingly, although he denied it insistently whenever someone brought it up.

Hah, Gay, Frank thought, smirking to himself.

Suddenly, Frank felt an elbow hit his side strong enough to knock him out of the flimsy, plastic cafeteria chairs. Gazing up at the attacker (although he always had to look up at people anyway) he saw a frantic Ray, looking like someone had broke up his favorite band.

"Ray!" hissed Frank, glaring at the human puffball. Ray shook his head, sympathetically lifting the shorter boy up before insistently pointing at someone.
"Frank, stop being a little bitch and look; that's him! That's the one I told you about, Gerard Way," Ray snapped, pointing at... An actual angel.
That is, if angels wore plaid sweaters and skinny jeans.

"Oh, a-are you, uh, Frank Iero?" he muttered quietly, blushing as he stared down at the tiled floor.
He pronounced his name right; is it weird to propose to someone you just met?

"Are- are you gay?" Frank blurted out, instantly regretting it as everyone at the table stopped to stare at him in shock.

Although the cute, awkward way Gerard nodded made everything worth it, despite the punches he received from both Ray and Pete Wentz.

"Oh, um, nice. M-me too. Well, bisexual, but, y'know."

"Frank, I've got a dark alley and a bad idea that says you should shut your mouth," snapped Patrick, practically sitting in Pete's lap, who gave him a small peck on the cheek in return.
Gerard shook his head, secretly thanking God for making the cute, black hoodie-toting boy bi.
"No, Peterick, it's fine, he deserves to know. Anyways, Frank, show me your schedule," mumbled Gerard, smiling awkwardly as he shuffled into the seat next to the shorter boy.

Don't fail me now, dick, thought Frank, snorting as both Pete and Patrick looked at Gerard in confusion at their
newest nickname.

"Oh hey, we're together in all but Athletics and World History!"
Frank could've cried at the smile that was on Gerard's face, but instead, he nodded and smiled back.

Gerard was, to say the least, a 'smol emo bean', and he wanted to protect that smile at all costs.

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(Time skip because I'm lazy, whoops.)

Within the span of the next ten minutes, Jack Barakat had flirted poorly with Alex Gaskarth (he still loved it though), Pete and Patrick left to 'do something secret', and, most importantly, Frank Iero had gotten Gerard's phone number. Not in the way he had hoped, but the boy wanted to be friends, so Frank marked it off as a victory.

"Shit, the bell rang. Well, are you ready for class, Frank?" Gerard grinned at the boy, which, of course, melted Frank's heart into a puddle.

Not even close.

"Hell yeah," he grinned, walking with his newfound friend to Mrs. Jackson's first period.

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GAAH

What'd you think, emo rats?
I'm not used to writing fluff like this, but hopefully you enjoyed it nevertheless.

Make sure to tell me what you thought; if there are any grammatical errors, comment them!

TIL NEXT CHAPTER, FRENS