~Frank's P.O.V.~
I was twelve when I moved from Maine to New Jersey. To be honest I was glad we moved. I was bullied everyday for being gay. I thought maybe it would be good to get a fresh start.
The house my mom and I moved into was relatively small, but it worked.
I didn't know anyone until school started. I quickly became friends with this guy named Mikey.
Everything was actually pretty good. I would've trusted Mikey with anything, and still would, so one day at lunch, I told him I was gay.
"You are?" he asked.
"Yeah..."
He was about to say something when a booming voice called out, "Iero's gay?!"
"What?! No!" I argued.
He laughed and ran over to his friends and told them and it spread through the school like a virus.
I was so pissed off. Who cares?! I can't control who I love!
Mikey came over to my house that day after school.
I opened the door. "What?"
"I wanted to say that I don't care,"
"You don't care about what?"
"I don't care that you're gay. Why should it matter anyway?!"
"You really don't care?" I asked. "You won't care when you get teased about being friends with me? You won't care when you get beat up because you're a 'faggot' too?!"
"Like I give a shit! They do that anyway!"
"Why?"
"Because I'm gay too dumbass!"
I was stunned. "You are?!"
"Yeah,"
Mikey has been one of my best friends since that day.
But, so much for a new start.
The bullying started getting bad the next day.
I walked into school. As I walked down the hall of lockers, some guy shoved my into the the wall, causing me to slam into the lockers.
"What the hell?"
He punched me in the face and doesn't say anything. I tried to block, but he was a lot stronger than me and I ended up being kicked on the floor.
"What the fuck do you think you're doing?" a girl with bright red hair and a grey beanie on demanded.
"Shut it, bitch!" he said kicking me again.
"Oh fuck no!" her friend with teased, ashy brown hair and a purple beanie said. Then she punched him in the face, which I did not see coming. It was a bad move, really, she got decked in the face and pushed down after that, but it's the thought that counts.
Soon, the bell rang. "Later, faggots!" the guys said as he walked off with his friends.
The read haired girl helped me up and the other one handed me my backpack which had skidded across the hall.
"You okay?" the girl with brown hair asked.
"I'm fine,"
"What's your name?" the other one asked.
"Frank,"
"I'm Sam," she said.
"Nikki," the one with brown hair introduced.
I nodded. It turned out they had math first period too. Nikki got called down to the office in the middle of class though, but she got back by third period, English, which we also all had together.
"What happened?" I asked.
"Someone saw me punch that dumb fuck in the face," she explained. "He was there too. I got detention after school all this week."
"Damn," I said.
"Yeah,"
***
The final bell rang. I had to run so I was sure that I wouldn't run into any bullies. I ran to the other side of the campus and looked around. All of the sudden I was pulled behind the dumpster. Terrified, I tried to run, but it was only Mikey and someone I've never seen before, a little older than Mikey and I.
"They're over that way," Mikey said, pointing in the direction I was going before.
"Thanks."
"Yeah,"
The other guy said, "We can get out without being noticed that way," he said pointing in the other direction. "We gotta be fast and get around the corner though,"
"Okay," I said, simply.
We actually caught a break and made it. We ran down a couple blocks to Mikey's.
"Sorry I didn't introduce you, Frank," Mikey said. "This is my brother, Gerard,"
"Hi," I smiled. He was cute.
"Hey,"
***
That weekend, decided to go back to Mikey and Gerard's.
"Later, Mom!"
"Wait!" I stopped. "Where are you going?"
"To Mikey and Gerard's house,"
"No. I don't want you going over there anymore," she said sternly.
"What?! Why?"
"That Mikey kid is gay, Frank. You know how I feel about that!"
"That's not how I feel about it!"
"I don't care! I'm your mother, Frank,"
I stared at her for a second. She had no idea. I sighed in frustration. "Fine!"
"That's what I thought,"
And with that, I stormed up to my room.
