Oh My God (Punk! Gerard x Reader) PERMANENTLY DISCONTINUED (Prolly)

5: *Bubble Guppies voice* WhAT TimE iS IT?? It'S TiMe FoR LuNcH!!!!

Any advice for self harm alternatives? My brain's being a thot and I wanna cut again but I also don't bc I've been clean since like March. Oof 

Your POV

The next few classes were pretty boring, but you got through them without any bitch ass teachers. Gerard kept looking at you though, so you just kind of ignored him cause you didn't wanna get in trouble for stabbing a hoe.

"Oh shit, lunch!" Mikey says as the bell rings.

"Is the food even good, though?" You ask and he bursts out laughing.

"Fuck kinda school you think this is???? The food will single-handedly kill you." 

"Oh shit, wanna get Chick Fil A then??" You ask, and he nods because Chick Fil A is good.

Frank's POV

"They're going to Chick Fil A." You say to your crushing friend as you walk back to him.

"Better than the school food." He shrugs.

"So let's go there." You say, trying to get him to stop being a chicken shit.

"I-I can't just go there!!! She probably hates me......" He sIgHs!!!!!

"So you're telling me that you can fight a bunch of thots off, yet you're scared of a salty girl hating you???" You ask.

"Yeah!!! I am!!!!" He yells at you.

"Why though??" You laugh.

"Listen Frank!! Sh-She just makes my heart go UwU.....I-I can't explain it....." He says, flustered.

"Maybe because you've never been in love before?"

"I don't even know her name. Or anything about her, really. All I know is that she's salty, friends with my brother, might possibly be mute or just hella quiet, likes Panda Express, and works at a vinyl shop. I don't even know what she's like." He says, discouraged.

"Doesn't mean you can't find out." You smirk at him.

"Wh-What????!!!!"

"We're going to Chick Fil A, and you're going to win that girl's heart, whether she likes it or not!!" You say, taking your tall friend's hand and dragging him through the hall.

"Frank, she pulled a knife on me this morning. I don't think she's very keen on seeing me again!!!!" He protests, struggling to get out of your grip.

"What could you have POSSIBLY done to make her hate you??!!!!" You yell, annoyed.

"I dOn'T KNOW!!!!!! ALL I DID WAS ASK IF SHE HAD ANY METALLICA ALBUMS AND THEN SHE GAVE ME A DEATH STARE!!!!!!!" 

"Then she has no real reason to hate you. We'll make her see that you're the most romantic mother fucker out there and she will LOVE you." You go on.

"Frank, I don't know SHIT about romance. I haven't even kissed a girl......" He admits, not struggling anymore.

"Yeah, because you're too busy hiding behind a tough exterior due to your insecurities that people will hate you if they find out that you're a dork with emotions thanks to your delusional anxiety." You explain, sounding like a therapist.

"I-..............Just shut up and let's go. Chick Fil A doesn't actually sound too bad....." He says, and you both walk to your stolen car.