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Gerard's P.O.V.
Frank officially lives with me! I never dreamed I would get to live with my boyfriend! I never even imagined I would ever have a boyfriend. Sometimes I'll get scared and think that this isn't real, that it's just a very good dream that I'm yet to wake up from. I hope this isn't a dream. I really like Frank.
***
"Gerard, I need to talk to you about something,"
I'm startled by these words.
I sit down on the new sofa we bought together. We got rid of the old one because of that incident.
"So," Frank starts, "You know how we're getting older, and I'm finishing highschool,"
Where is he going with this?
"I was wondering if you wanted to do the last few months with me at my school just so you can get a diploma. Now, I completely understand if you don't wa-"
"Okay," I state blankly.
"Huh?"
"I've been wanting to get a diploma as well, and, it's really a good idea. Plus, we're all gonna be nearly adults, how bad can the bullying be? Are the people mature?"
"That's the thing," he sighs, "They don't exactly bully, but they don't treat you normally. The classmates, I mean. It's not everyone though, okay? Only a few assholes. The ones who used to bully me bad graduated early."
"It's only a few more months, how bad can it be?" I smile thoughtfully and lean forward on the couch to kiss him.
"I'm glad you're doing this,"
"Me too,"
***
Frank's P.O.V.
"Hey, it's gonna be okay," I assure them.
"But what about pronouns? I'm gonna have to pretend to be a boy sometimes," he quivers. I squeeze their hand tighter as we walk along the sidewalk in the sharp cold.
"I'm so sorry hun. I really am,"
They shake their head and look down. It's going to be really difficult for them. I feel partly responsible for their pain, me being the one who brought up the subject.
"Just a few months," they say to themself.
***
I feel them tense up as we walk through the doors. Only a few kids look at us, flicking their eyes from our intertwinded fingers to our faces. I ignore them.
"First class is this way," I look at their fearful face. I know what they went through. They told me all about it and I can't imagine. People can be so cruel.
***
Gerard sits down at the desk next to me. We are placed close enough so I can hold their hand discreetly in the back of the room. I explain to them what notebooks to use and how to write notes. They seem very stressed, and I feel too helpless. It's only the first class on the first day, things will get better, right?
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Fanfiction(Has a happy ending, don't worry) Gerard has lived alone for as long as possible, since he was 17. He is a depressed kid that turns to unhealthy methods for coping. One day from his window, he sees a kid get beat up. This happens often outside his a...
