Patrick
April 4th
I feel like an idiot just sitting on the sink in the boy's bathroom crying my eyes out.
He didn't even hit me that hard...he just shoved me.
"Oh, Patrick..." Gerard sighs sympathetically.
He walks over to me, pulling me off the sink to stand in front of him. He's a few inches taller than me, so I look up at him with tears still streaming down my face.
He puts a hand on the side of my neck, the other wiping away the tears running from my eyes to my chin; a few leaving little puddle patches on my jacket.
"...don't let Pete get to you...he's just an asshole." Gerard says quietly.
He sighs again, then pulls me into a tight, warm hug. I put my head on his shoulder and I feel myself slowly stop crying.
He rubs my back, his chin resting on top of my head.
And then the bathroom door opens and now I'm full of anxiety and what if it's a Young Blood? They would totally tell Pete or Travis about this and—oh got maybe it's Pete at the door no no no no no n-
"Okay, everything is lowkey aga- oh Patrick, honey." I recognize the voice.
Gerard unwraps me from him so we can both look towards Frank. Frank just has so much sadness and put on his face, and I'm sure he can tell I was just crying because my eyes are still red and puffy.
"C'here, Pattycakes."
He then fucking picks me up and hugs me so tight I swear to god I can't breathe and he's literally the same height as me why the fuck is he so strong?
"OKAY, THANK YOU FRANK NOW PLEASE LET ME DOWN." I rush out and the two boys laugh at me.
They're both sophomores, but Gerard acts like he's a wise storyteller who's like 600 years old, and Frank acts like a five year old. He looks scary, but in reality he's just a teddy bear.
They're polar opposites, but somehow it sees to work.
They both enjoy music, Frank playing guitar and singing—Gerard singing too—but Gerard seemed more interested in comic book art, and just drawing in general. He has this notebook full of really cool, yet gorey drawings. He also really appreciates Frank's creepy tattoos that have to do with Halloween.
Frank let's me down, and I laugh a bit.
"Jesus Christ..." I mutter.
And with that pretty much all my tears are gone, myself wiping the last one away just now.
"Alright, King Stumpy," Gerard starts and Frank snorts, "I think it's about time for you to get to class."
"Yea okay..." I smile.
———
Last period, fuck yeah.
The only issue with it being last period is that it's art class and Dallon is in it, but so is Gerard. Also it's only Wednesday so it's not too exciting.
I get my shit from my locker, just a binder with my art work in it. I'm not very good at art, I'm more of a musical guy. I play drums, bass, guitar, and I'm in the process of learning piano from this kid Tyler Joseph.
I still like taking art class though because it's fun and I it was either this or advanced chemistry and yeah there's no way in hell i'm taking that.
I walk up the stairs, some kids staring because of the events that had previously happened with Pete. It's just a bit embarrassing, just a bit.
There's been worse between us.
