Here's to Heaven ~ Frerard

chapter two

Two days

"Way, get off the sidelines," came the voice of none other than Ms Nelson, annoying gym teacher and the school's resident child punisher. They were playing basketball this term, as they seemed to every term, because America is obsessed with basketball. Gerard had gotten out of most of it so far, just sitting on the sidelines and tugging his gym hoodie up to blend in.

Frank, on the other hand, was right into it. That kid was fucking hyper, and he used it to his advantage. Despite being vertically challenged, he leaped on the ball whenever it came near him, almost literally, and it posed a challenge to defend him, even to the most accomplished school athletes.

With no technique whatsoever, he would dart back and forth, and surprisingly, score a few goals, despite being unable to dunk it. His hands were very well exercised. He had good aim.

"Way! Child! Get up!" Ms Nelson groaned, blowing her whistle sharply and pointing at the court. Dealing with teenagers all day, every day aged her; she would've been in her mid twenties, but when she was frustrated, she could be ten years older. She handed him a yellow bib, which was great, because Frank had a blue bib, so he couldn't rely on the latter to carry his weight. In fact, as if the universe wasn't done with Gerard yet, Frank was the defender of the girl who had come off and had handed her bib to Ms Nelson, using her own sweat to slick her short hair back off her red face. Legendary.

Pulling the rancid bib on, Gerard ran to Frank, mouthing something along the lines of 'save me'. Rolling his eyes, Frank turned to the center of the court, where Ms Nelson tossed the ball up and blew her whistle, the loud noise sending a rush of adrenaline through Gerard, who flinched at the loud noise.

Some ass named Jay grabbed it, after it was tipped by a rather small looking girl. Jay, wearing a yellow bib, dribbled it a few steps, until he crashed into a defender, sending the ball flying from his hands. Luckily, the two boys remained standing through the crash, despite exchanging dirty looks- over a fucking gym class sport game? Gerard didn't see the point.

Luckily, another yellow bibbed player, Alex, caught it, and kept it from the blue bibs. They dribbled the ball down the court, Gerard following their tail cautiously, all the while shadowed by Frank. When the same defender from before approached them. They panicked, throwing the ball to the closest player.

Unfortunately, the closest player was Gerard. If this was an action movie, this exact moment would be slowed down and shown from multiple angles; students gawking, everyone still and silent, the ball flying straight for Gerard's face.
And Gerard just stared at it, accepting his fate.

Until Frank, the knight in shining armour, came to the rescue of our damsel in distress. With his fist.

A hero.

A loud crunch filled the gym hall, Frank's eyes widening as they met with his left fist. "Oh shit, fucking shit dick bag, fuck fuck fuck fuck fucking shitting c-" He swore, clenching his uninjured fist around the hurt one, kneeling over and squeezing his eyes shut. Gerard crouched down, a million thoughts flooding his mind, because fuck. Fuck.

He was definitely panicking, even though he wasn't the one on the floor in agony. His immediate instinct was to hold the younger boy, and so he did. He didn't really care if he looked stupid in front of everyone else- well, he did, it just hadn't crossed his mind yet. There were a million more important things than whether or not he would be called 'gay' for helping his best friend, who was clearly in distress. He pulled the boy closer to him, allowing the younger's head to rest on his thighs.

Frank's face had turned bright crimson, and he wasn't crying, surprisingly. Just swearing a lot, and digging his fingernails so tight into the wrist of his injured hand, that Gerard was surprised it didn't bleed. Gerard managed to pry his fingers away, gripping them tight as if to distract him.