Fool (Frerard fanfiction)

CHAPTER 1

*GERARD'S POV*

School was always slow, but today was even slower. Rye got on the bus right as Mikey and I did. She slid her backpack in front of her feet and rested her head on my shoulder, just like she had done since kindergarten. She lived right across the street from each other, hence making her Mikey and I's best friend.

My classes went on for what seemed like ages, and I jumped out of my seat when the lunch bell rang. The lunch room wasn't far, so I was the first person there. Mikey followed soon after. "Where's Rye?" I asked, realizing this was the first thing I had said all day.

"I think she's showing a new kid around today. She'll be here any minute." Mikey muttered, starting to pick at his sandwich. I shrugged and pulled out my sketchbook.

Halfway through lunch, I saw Rye, her boyfriend Aidan, and a person who I could only guess to be the new kid. She strolled over, the new kid looking around anxiously.

"... And here are my friends! Mikey, Gerard, meet Frank. He just moved here from north Jersey." She said, gesturing to us. Mikey waved and scooted over, making room for Frank and Aidan. Rye plopped her books down on the table and sat next to me. "How's life, guys?" She and Mikey started chatting immediately, but I was too busy studying Frank.

Frank looked like any other punk boy, Misfits tee, black hoodie, studded belt, hair dyed raven black (just like mine was last year, now it's bright red). He was shorter, and had a lip and nose ring. I had always wanted piercings, but I was always too afraid of needles.

"Gee, are you ok? I think you're staring." Rye whispered and nugged my leg. "Hmm? Oh, yeah, sorry." I grunted, blushing and looking back at my sketchbook. She giggled, looking at the clock. "Shit! Aidan, we have to go if we wanna make it to band. Frank, I'll meet up with you there. Ask Gee if you need anything!" She shouted over the lunchroom, grabbing Aidan's hand. They weren't fooling anyone: they were surely going to make out. There were still 20 minutes left of lunch. I smirked and went back to my sketchbook.

"What's that?" Frank asked, looking at my sketchbook. "Ah," I stuttered, caught off guard, "It's, um, an original character of mine. His name's Party Poison." He smiled. "That's really cool! Man, I wish I could draw. I can only play guitar." He shrugged. "I've always wanted to play guitar. My hands won't cooperate and work together, y'know?" He laughed. "Yeah, I get it. Mikey here plays bass." Mikey grunted in response. Moody bitch.

As if on cue, the lunch bell rang. Mikey nearly bolted out the door. He had double music theory at the end of the day.

"Hey, do you by any chance know where the band room is?" I looked up from the floor. "Yeah, I have that next. Do you have a double period?" He nodded. "What do you play?" He asked. "I play baritone. It's a small-" "I know what that is. I play French Horn. I guess we'll being sitting close to each other?" He asked. "Yeah," I smiled as we showed up to the band room. 

(A.N. Hello all! Welcome to my best friend J and I's first attempt at fanfiction! I'm really sorry if its not that good, but we tried so that's all that really matters. We write these fics ahead of time, so you're really gonna get bursts of like 4-5 chapters. See you all in the next chapter!)