You're beautiful to me ||Frerard + Petekey||

Chapter two- These are their hearts

Gerard pushed through the crowd of people, keeping his head down and not making eye contact with anyone. Normally, he would've been down to give anyone who needed it a good punch, but not today. He was tired today, low on energy and low on the will to live. He didn't want to get up or get out of the house or be social or anything like that. But then again, he didn't want to worry his parents any more than necessary. His gloved fingers raked across his cheek and he sighed softly at the lack of feeling. These stupid gloves were really getting on his nerves, but he knew they were essential to help him get better. He didn't know what he was getting better from, but he humored the adults. They were concerned, and he didn't know why, but just rolling with it was easier than fighting. Besides, he didn't want to stress out Mikey or anything like that.

Loud footsteps sounded behind him, the crowd falling quiet and quickly dispersing at whoever was coming. Gerard turned around, nibbling a bit on the inside of his cheek nervously as he did. To be quite honest, he thought it was going to be some freak-of-nature football player or some shit, but in fact, it was quite the opposite; it was a small boy, with black fringe falling in his eyes and way too many spikes on his clothes.

"Hey! Wait up!" The kid called, Gerard pausing as he waited for the other to catch up. He continued to nibble on his cheek while the shorter boy by around 5 inches approached. When he finally caught up, he smirked at Gerard, trying to push away the worried thoughts about how he was that much shorter than the firey-haired kid. "Hey there, hot stuff."

Gerard rolled his eyes, not wanting to be rude to the new kid- Frank, but realizing that maybe this kid was about as shitty of a person as he suspected. He'd heard a bit here and there about why this kid had been kicked out his old school; it had been a catholic school and, besides being gay, there wasn't much that could cause you to be kicked out. Most of the time, teachers there just tried to 'revert you to a child of god' or some shit. Clearly, that hadn't worked on Frank. "Hey."

"My name's Frank. He/Him. What about you?"

Oh. Apparently he isn't as much of an asshole as he appears. And, if he made sure to specify pronouns, then he clearly knew a bit about LGBTQ+. Gerard was starting to like him a little more already.

"Gerard. He/him." He greeted, smiling warmly at Frank who gave Gerard a little half-smile as well.

"Nice to meet you, my dude." Frank replied, pausing to hold out a hand to Gerard for him to shake. The two shared the little greeting and continued walking, people staring as they walked by. Frank growled at a cluster of students, all of them making panicked noises and running away. "What the fuck is everyone staring at?" Frank asked, rolling his eyes and turning back to Gerard. The taller of the two sighed softly, nibbling on his lip.

"They're staring at me. I'm kind of a freak."

"Well, same here. Maybe we can be freaks together."

Gerard smiled as Frank stretched a bit, the dark hem lifting up under his spiked leather vest. Gerard's widened and it took him a moment to realize he was staring. Not because Frank had a six-pack or something like that.

Because Frank was unhealthily skinny. Not in the way that he had just not eaten in a day or two, but like he looked like he was on course to die if he kept up like that for very long. Gerard could see the bones in his hips as well as he bottom of his ribs fairly clearly and jesus, that worried the hell out of him.

"Uh....dude? You're staring." Frank  commented, looking at Gerard with an eyebrow raised condescendingly. Condescending was Frank's specialty, after.

"You.......never mind."

"No, what is it?"

"You're.... ..really skinny."

"Ha. You're funny. I think the term you're looking for is 'Fat', Gerard."

Gerard stopped walking, turning to face Frank in the middle of the hallway. The crowds had left by now, getting to their appropriate rooms for pointless lessons, so it was them and only them in that moment. Frank halted as well, looking back at Gerard. He looked deathly serious and even from the short time Frank had known him, he knew it didn't suit him well.

"No. You're unhealthily skinny. A-Are you okay?"

"Of course I am! I don't know what you mean, Gerard."

"Frank, I-"

"What?" He barked, glaring at Gerard while the flustered boy tried to string words together.

"I-I...never mind. I was just worried about i-if you could afford food 'n shit."

Frank rolled his eyes, adjusting his backpack that seemed to get harder and harder to carry.

"My family's not fucking poor. Jesus."

And with that, the short yet feisty new-kid stormed off, obviously not going to class because fuck that. Gerard just stood there, speechless as the swarms returned to the hallways. And oddly enough, despite his problem, scratching his own skin off wasn't even on his mind at the moment. The only thing he could think about was how thin Frank looked; This boy was going to be the death of Gerard, assuming the boy didn't cause his own death first.

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"I'm telling you, Mikey. He's cute, but he worries the fuck out of me."

"How do you know if he's cute? I thought you hardly got a good look at him?" The younger Way questioned, leaning back against the wall behind Gerard's bed. The two often hung out in the same room, seeing as they actually had a shared room. It was such a twelve year-old thing to share a room with your little brother, but the Ways weren't exactly rich, so they had to make do.

"I didn't get a chance to really look, but I mean, from what I saw...damnnnnnn."

"Calm down with the hopeless bisexual."

"Says the hopeless homosexual."

"Whatever. Why does this kid worry you?"

"Well, he stretched while we were talking and I could see his stomach and-"

"Oooh. Did he have a six pack? Or tattoos? Or both?"

"No, Mikes. I think he had anorexia."

"Oh."

"Mhm."

The two brothers say there in silence for a little while, neither wanting to make the situation worse but both curious about what exactly to do. Eventually, Mikey broke the silence.

"Maybe you could fix him."

"Sorry, what?"

"You might be able to fix him! Think about how romantic that would be! You could help him with his anorexia and he could help you with your dematolowhatchamacallit."

"Dermatillomania. And no, Mikes. It doesn't work like that. Anorexia needs to be treated by a medical professional. And how the hell is he gonna stop me from ripping apart my skin?"

"He can hold your hand."

"Like I said, hopeless homosexual."

"Oh shut it, Gerard."

(A/N)
Hopeless homosexual is a fucking mood
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