Famous Last Words || FRERARD

23

Gee wasn't doing good. They wasn't doing good in the slightest. It had been a month since they told themselves they wouldn't snap, but they had the feeling they wouldn't make it a month more. Their emotions were throwing themselves all over the place, putting smiles up on their face for display and then tearing them down, forcing their eyes to rain. Their chemicals couldn't make up their minds whether they wanted to make Gee happy, sad, angry or numb. Instead of their usual, bland, cold feeling, they felt like they were on fire, burning like a thousand suns as emotions hit them in intense explosions. It was brutal and terrifying, to be terribly honest. They didn't know when they were going to snap, whether it would be just be a few punches to a wall or an all-out explosion. They were hoping the first one. Frank had noticed the shift in the other's emotional stability, the tears that would come without warrant, the way Gee was constantly bumping into things and punching them. It was a bit terrifying, to say the least.

Frank loved Gee, of course, but that didn't mean he couldn't be a little afraid of them.

The two of them were sitting outside on the patio for lunch, as they did frequently (as mentioned in chapters before), only today's lunch was a bit different. There were others sitting outside, too. An entire table of popular kids, in fact, in all their chip crunching, annoying laughing-glory. Frank and Gerard weren't used to having any company on their little lunch dates, but they sat next to each other regardless. They weren't going to un-gay just for some popular bitches, regardless of what they would say. They could handle anything those fucks could throw.

Frank held half of his sandwich up to Gee's mouth, who took a bite of it and smiled happily up at him.

"Why are you so goddamn adorable, Gee?"

"I dunno. Why are you so goddamn perfect?"

"I'm not perfect, I promise."

"Liar."

"Shut up and eat your sandwich." Frank produced a thermos of soup from his backpack and began to drink it, Gee still munching on the sandwich. Frank knew he couldn't get them to eat the whole thing (unless he wanted to deal with Gee having a melt down like an infant), but at least he could get them to eat half.

Although, another sandwich entered the equation, accompanied by laughter from the popular kids table.

"GET A ROOM, FAGS!" One of them called, and the rest laughed hysterically, as if it was the funniest thing they've heard in their miserable, gold-encrusted lives.

And something started boiling inside of Gee, ticking like a clock, like a neck slowly snapping, like knuckles cracking and popping one by one inside of their heart. Someone lit a bunsen burner below the beaker that was their stomach, the chemicals and acids inside slowly coming to a boil, changing colors and bubbling in a fit of rage. In fact, all of their chemicals shifted, like they turned into a completely different person, like the anger they'd fought to keep bottled for years had started to gather and pool in their shaking fists.

They stood up.

Each pace they took, their feet felt more and more unsteady underneath them, but at the same time, they drew fire from the earth below. They absorbed the molten core of the earth through the soles of their shoes, the cobblestone figuratively melting to their will. And they marched right up to the popular kids table, picked up the closest jock by the collar with ease and punched him square in the face.

All the laughter ceased.

Gee was left holding the jock suspended in the air, eyes glaring into the football players as he struggled to let his feet touch the floor. Gee dropped him, letting the jock crumble to the cement, and they spat on him.

"You fucking scum of the earth. You deserve to burn in hell, you disgusting fuck."

The bully didn't respond, only shaking and staring up at Gee in horror. Everyone was staring up at them in horror, only the bully was on the ground. Actually, it wasn't quite clear who the bully was here. Sure, the jock had harassed them many, many times, but did he deserve this? Did anyone?

"DID YOU HEAR ME? ARE YOU A FUCKING RETARD? HELLO?" Gerard screamed, leaning down and glaring intensely at the jock. The jock had a name, of course, but Frank couldn't quite remember it, nor did the narrator care to give him one. He wasn't important in this timeline, but mayhaps he was in another.

"Gee, sweetheart, that's enough." Frank said quietly, not moving from his spot, frozen.

"No, it's not, Frank. He deserves it." Gee brought their leg to meet the jock's face, rage and hatred stil fueling their actions. "YOU CUNT! YOU ABSOLUTE FUCKING RETARD! I FUCKING HATE YOU! YOU MAKE ME FUCKING SICK, YOU KNOW THAT? YOU'RE JUST A WASTE OF SPACE, A WASTE OF LIFE, FUCKING, god, FUCK YOU!" Again and again, they kicked him, his nose giving a sickening crunch somewhere between the pleas for it to stop and the kicks.

"Gerard! That's enough!" The principal conveniently walked onto the patio just when Gee was getting started. They had so much more they wanted to say, so much more they wanted to do, so much fire left to burn. If they didn't go with him, they knew the principal would call the police. And the last thing they needed was their father finding out about this, let alone their father receiving a call from the police. And so, like the punk-ass bitch they are, they held their bandaged wrists out to the principle to be 'cuffed'. Of course, the principal didn't have handcuffs, but the message was loud and clear just the same.

Gee was lead away, to the principal's office, and they were sent to walk home with a two week suspension and no idea how to explain this to their parents.

Even after everyone left and the janitors came to clean the blood off the cobblestones, Frank was absolutely frozen, stuck in between breaths because holy fuck, where did that come from? He'd never seen that in Gee before- Fuck, was that even Gee? Or was that somebody else, something that possessed his partner? Of course Frank knew that wasn't possible, but still. There was no way that was normal, or healthy, or anything. What's to say they won't do it again, or something worse? What's to say they won't explode on Frank next time?

And just like that, Gee managed to make Frank very much terrified of them.

(A/N)
'Had to do it to 'em.

In case you aren't following me or you just don't read announcements, there's only about five or so chapters left! I originally had more planned, but it just would've been fluff that didn't progress the plot at all. It's gonna get really heavy from now on, just warning you. 

Don't worry, it's all downhill from here!

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