Now - A Frerard Fanfiction

Chapter 6- Friends

"Frank?"

"In here." i say, banging on the door. After a few moments of struggling with the lock and a lot of cursing it swung open, colliding with something on the other side. "shit, Frankie!" my friend bob yells, holding his nose "Bob! i'm so sorry!" i say, climbing out of the locker and looking at him, "it's fine man, honestly" he laughs, batting my hands away,"When did he put you in there then?" he says, pointing at the locker. I shrug, rolling my shoulders to try and loosen them up a bit, "the start of school" i say, pulling my now- battered bag from the bottom of it and putting it over my shoulder. "Someone really needs to sort that kid out," bob mumbles in frustration, "it's lunch you know." "seriously?!" I sigh irritably, slamming the locker door shut and making my way to the cafeteria, Bob close by my side.

As expected, when I entered the stuffy, overcrowded room all eyes were on me. We walked through the aisle between the tables, ignoring the constant hum of people whispering things about me, "Well I heard Jake did it before school" a girl with a hilariously orange face half- whispered to her friend, staring at me with a disgusted expression."Well, he deserves it." the friend says in return, not caring if i herad. I rolled my eyes and turn to Bob, "Where are the guys?" i ask him, trying to avoid the stares i was recieving from the majority of the room, "over there-" Bob falters, "what?" i say, turning to look at  the table where we normally sat. Ryan was holding Mikey up against the wall by his neck, shouting in his face. Ryan was normally shy, he never confronted people unless- "Frank! Bob! help me please" Brendon called to us, his arms were round Ryans waist, trying to pull him off, "Never go near him again" Ryan spits, tightening his grip on the boy, "ever." Mikey looked like he was going to pass out at this point, he mumbled something but before Ryan could react Bob steps in and manages pulls ryan off. "What happend?" i asked Brendon, who looked just as scared as Mikey, "Well we were eating lunch and Ryan suddenly got really protective over me, like, worse than normal. He kept putting his arm around me and stuff and then he just jumped up and went over to the table that kid was sitting at and went crazy" He was shaking and kept looking over to where ryan was sitting with Bob, having a very loud conversation on how Brendon was 'his' and how he wasn't going to let some 'lanky bastard' change that, we tried not to laugh as he said  this as Ryan is just as tall and skinny as Mikey, if not more so. "Come on" brendon says, walking over to his very pissed off boyfriend. "Bren!" Ryan cries, jumping up and wrapping his arms around him and pulling him into a tight hug, "babe, i'm sorry if i upset you" he mumbled, "i'm fine, honestly" Brendon whispered, kissing him lightly, i smile slightly to myself, they were so sweet. "Don't tell me you like Brendon, Frank." Bob stands next to me, leaning against the wall."I can't deal with any more outbursts from Ryan today." I laugh, shaking my head, "Of course not,i just think they're cute together." Bob raises an eyebrow, nudging me, "Really now?" I push him away jokingly, still looking at  Ryan and Brendon, "Seriously, I'm straight remember?" I say, but it sounds more like a question. "Sure thing Frankie" Bob laughs, walking back to our friends. We stayed in the packed cafeteria for most of the lunch in an attempt to avoid the inevitable beating we were all going to recieve, although, that may not have been the best idea.

It was nearly the end of lunch, I stood awkwardly by the door to the art room, I had been dreading this moment all day. I looked through the small window at the top of the door. The desks were empty. I sighed with relief and opened the door, taking my seat at a desk in the back corner. I loved being in empty classrooms, there was something about being in a place that was usually really noisy and busy when it was almost completely silent and empty that made me feel calm, relaxed almost. I opened my bag and took out a sketchpad, digging through the bottom of it for a pencil. I spent a few minutes looking before giving up. i closed my bag and walked into the supply cupboard, standing on a lower shelf to reach the box of pencils at the top. While in the cupboard i hear the classroom door open, i panic, nearly slipping off the small wooden rack i was standing on. Silently, i climb down and walk towards the door, holding my breath. I slowly peer around the doorframe, staying as hidden as possible. Apparently i wasnt hidden enough, "You." a voice says, their footsteps becoming louder and louder.