Fool (Frerard fanfiction)

CHAPTER 2

*FRANK'S POV*

I sit down on a squishy chair. Oh sweet mother of Jesus! My butt is on heaven. A girl with a droopy expression sat next to Rye, chatting away.

"The girls. The boobs. All of the boobs man. Ugh, they were so pretty. Like holy shit, I was in heaven. If only they were gay... and I was social" The girl chattered to Rye.

"J! Your mom has a party, and all you can talk about is the boobs. Anyone who was actually hot?" Rye bickered to "J."

"Nah, just the boobs. Besides, French Toast and I, we're seeing the world! Well, not the world, but part of New Jersey I've never seen." Aidan walks in and pecks Rye on the cheek.

"Hey babe." He says, putting down what looks like a tuba case as he does so.

"Get a room!" J barks at them. She's funny as fuck from what I can tell. I hear a fake vomit sound come from her throat. Rye flips her off. "OH MY GOD! NEW CHILD COME HERE!" J perks and stares into my soul.

"O-okay." I respond quietly. And I go over to her.

"Hi, I'm J. I'm really gay. And I'm emo trash 24/7. I'm also genderfluid, so basically, judge by my outfit on the pronouns. And I don't take pronouns that hard, so if you slip up, eh what's the big deal? So, new child, what's your name?"

"Frank." I give a small smile.

"Well Frank, welcome to a crappy school with an awesome band. I love the instrument you chose." Her voice is filled with sarcasm. Wow. Rye slaps the back of her head. "Oh fuck off, will you? I'm just trying to lighten the mood." 

"Never!" Rye screams at her, laughing and shoving her face into Aidan's chest, who is also laughing like a maniac.

"Bitch."

"Jerk." Rye smiled and blew a note on her horn, which just made J laugh. I smiled a bit. "See? Frank likes my shitty trumpet playing. Thank you for appreciating my bad trumpet skills." I laughed. "My pleasure."

"I'm shittier at French Horn than you are at trumpet." J said.

"ABSOLUTELY NOT TRUE!" Rye shouted as the band director walked in.

"Good afternoon class," the band director said in a turtle-paced-kind-of-British way. I was so caught up with everything, I didn't notice if Gerard was still here or not. I saw him go to his section when we got here, but now he's nowhere. "now, we have a new student in the French Horn section- Mr Frank Lero? Why is the "l" lowercase?"

"It's "Iero," sir." I reply softly.

"My bad. I am Mr Carver."

"Hello." I give a lopsided smile. I saw Rye pull out her phone and take a picture with J. I looked over at the band director, be he didn't seem to care. Then I saw J hit Rye frantically until her attention was directed to J's beat up blue Otterbox. Rye looked at J's phone and they both ran out of the room. The band director doesn't give shit. But the music was placed in front of my face and I had no choice but to only focus on that.