Famous Last Words || FRERARD

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Art class was never fun for Frank. Never. The teacher usually droned on and on. Both Frank and Gerard had a hard time time focusing. Being very different people, they dealt with it very different ways. Frank mostly looked up memes on his phone, while Gerard drew. He was constantly drawing, so no one even really took notice to it. The teacher typically didn't care either. They rambled on about their ex wife or their ex husband or something like that. Frank had counted eight partners they claimed to have had in the past two years. Now that's impressive.

Anywho, Gerard was drawing aggressively. Very aggressively. So aggressively, in fact, that Frank couldn't stop focusing on it.

"Will. You. Stop. Drawing. So. Loudly?" Frank spat through gritted teeth, glaring at Gerard from his seat across the table.

"Just don't let it bother you." Ray whispered from next to Frank, going back to his little sketch. They were in art class and they just so happened to be tasked with drawing each other. Take a wild guess at who Frank was paired up with. Ray had been lucky enough to be paired with Mikey, Gerard's less weird, younger brother. He was in the grade below us, but in all of our classes. Apparently he was really smart or something. Anyway, Frank had gotten absolutely nowhere on his portrait. Any time he looked at Gerard to try and draw him, Norman Bates jr. was always glaring at Frank. The art teacher even said that the portrait didn't have to be realistic, it just had to be good. If "good" meant a blank page, then Frank would ace this assignment.

Gerard, on the other hand....had made no progress as well. Any time he tried to draw Frank, it just looked wrong. The face was the wrong shape, the eyes looked dead.... God, Gerard was never going to finish this project. He scribbled out his latest attempt, done in cubism. Picasso did a ton of work in cubism and, Picasso being a very incredible artist, Gerard thought it would look great! He was very much incorrect. It looked like absolute shit.

"Hey. Why'd you scribble that out? I liked it." Mikey asked, setting down his pencil and looking over at his brother. Gerard growled and rolled his eyes, starting on a new page instead of answering his little brother. Mikey returned to drawing, not wanting to pester his sibling. Gerard just went back to drawing.

Time passed.

The class was way too long. Each class was around an hour and a half, which is ridiculous since no teenager is going to focus for that long. And they didn't, but the teachers were too afraid to keep the students in line. Apparently, teenagers scare the living shit out of them.

"Stop." Frank said, his glare burning with intensity. Gerard put down his pencil, glaring right back up at Frank. "Stop scribbling. It's fuckin' annoying."

"Make me." And Gerard went right back to scribbling. Frank rolled his eyes and covered his ears. He could hear his pulse pounding in his ears. He prayed that meant he was having a heart attack.

"G, please stop. Frank asked you a bunch of times. Just...try and draw a little quieter." Mikey said softly, trying not to anger his brother.

"Oh fuck off, Mikey." Gerard said, setting down his pencil and rolling his eyes.

"Okay, what the fuck is your problem?"

"My problem, Frank, is you. So fuck off."

"Is that just your default setting? 'Fuck off'? You're so fucking dumb." Gerard stood up at that, anger burning in his eyes.

"Take. That. Back."

"Make me."

And that was Frank's fatal mistake. Gerard picked up an entire container of red paint and threw it at the smaller classmate. It looked like Frank sneezed while he was on his period (which unfortunately he had). It dripped down his face slowly, his glare not faltering. A few gasps came from around the room. He could feel everyone's eyes on him. A growl came from deep in his throat and Frank practically jumped on top of Gerard. The two fell to the floor, acrylic blood covering both of them as they threw punches and tried to gain some traction.

"BREAK IT UP. NOW." The art teacher practically screamed, other students pulling the two apart. Gerard's nose was bleeding actual blood, as was Frank's lip. The art teacher looked between the two of them and glared. "Detention. Both of you. You're lucky I don't have both of you suspended. Now go to the nurse and get yourselves cleaned up."

And just like that, it was like the fight never happened. All of the students returned to their seats and got back to work. All except Mikey and Ray. Mikey was being comforted by some random guy named Pete and Ray was right there with the two. They both looked shaken, but they dulled in comparison to Gerard's look. He looked so...damaged. Frank glared at him nonetheless. Gerard's look hardened once again and he wiped the blood from his nose using his sleeve. Smirking, while covered in acrylic blood, Frank flipped Gerard off before walking right to the nurses office. Gerard followed not to far behind, but refused to go within a good fifteen feet of him. Of course, the nurse babied the two of them immensely, giving them the old "place nice, you two" when she saw the glares they shared. The nurse gave Frank and Gerard some gauze and sent them on their way.

"You're such a dickhead. I can't believe you gave me detention. My mom's gonna lose her shit." Frank muttered, half directed at himself and half directed at Gerard.

"Yeah, well you think my family's gonna be happy either?" Gerard mumbled back, half and half once again. Oh. Right. Gerard had a family too. Frank had nearly forgotten. Besides Mikey, Gerard never even mentioned his parents, let alone anyone else that could possibly be in his family. And for good reason, too. His parents were raging homophobes, as were his grandparents. His friend once came over and started talking about her girlfriend and...let's just say that she ended up leaving and never coming back. Her picture is on a "banned from this house" kind of board, along with Gerard's first boyfriend (but they didn't know, of course). They were practically dead to him, so there really wasn't a point in mentioning them at all.

They walked back the rest of the time in silence, Frank opening the door to the classroom and letting it close in Gerard's face. Gerard simply grumbled and walked inside, sitting down once again. The two exchanged silent glares the entire class, knowing they had to "play nice" for the rest of the period. The bell rang quickly and all of the students left in a hurry. Both of them stood up to leave with the rest of the class and Frank was this close to the door before he heard the teacher clear their throat.

"Where do you two think you're going?" The two of them rolled their eyes and walked back into the classroom, making sure to be as far apart as possible. "Listen, boys. You need to get along. I know you hate each other, but get this: I don't give a fuck. Learn how to tolerate each other." The teacher glared at the two and pointed to the door. Frank didn't need to be told twice. He ran out of the classroom, not looking back for a second. Gerard, however, stayed behind. "So, you really like him, ay?"

"Excuse me, what?" He asked, looking back at the teacher skeptically. Unlike how he addresses his peers, he made sure his tone wasn't snarky or threatening. He made sure that it was clear he was joking and meant no disrespect.

"You heard me. I can see the way you look at him."

"It's pointless anyway." He sighed out, dropping the whole 'I don't know what you're talking about' act. "I'm not his soulmate. It means we're not meant to last."

"How do you know? Do you remember the first words you said to him?"

"....no."

"Exactly! So it's still possible! Just go for it, Gerard. And don't physically fight him this time."

"Okay, okay." He left the classroom with a little salute and maybe, just maybe, a smile.