The World Is Ugly - Frerard Fanfic

Chapter 7

Btw I have no idea where this is going

Frank's POV

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After what'd happened it seemed only fair that I asked Gee out. He said he'd think about it, but blushed,  which probably meant he was just waiting for the right time to say yes, and I stayed the night, as did Ray. I slept on the floor in Gerard's room, and, for once, slept without nightmares.
Skip to le morning

"Frankieeeee! Waaaaake uuuup!" A voice pierced my conciousness, but it wasn't my mum's. Or my stepdad's, which was good. It was Gerard's, which was even better. "Uh huh," I replied, then dragged myself off the floor to go have a shower. I got out, and went back downstairs to get dressed. Then I saw the state of my jeans. Stained allover with... well, you can guess. "Gerard!" I called out "can I borrow some clothes - my old ones are kinda... stained" I felt a blush creep up my cheeks, and heard Gee's voice creep through the door with a giggle "cumslut," then I heard the door open "here's some jeans." He chucked me a pair of black skinnies, just like the ones I turned up in, and I pulled them on, then stole a misfits shirt and tugged it on, before going into the bathroom to apply some eyeliner & brush my hair. I stuffed a waffle in the toaster, then Mikey & Ray came in so I did them some too. We ate them, then started walking to school - or hell, as I prefer to call it. We got there 15 minutes early, which was the closest to first bell I'd arrived. The day passed pretty quickly, for the most part, but lunchtime was hell. Beaten up. Shoved into my locker. Left for ten minutes. The locker door opened, and another person was shoved in. Gerard. "That's what you get for being a faggot, emo twat!" Came a shout from outside. I knew that voice anywhere. Sam. Number one dickhead from my middle school, and 2 years younger than me, but a complete sport jock, and about a foot taller than me. I didn't know he'd moved here. Shit.

   I felt Gerard's arms slip round my waist, and saw a piece of paper in his hands. He lifted it up slightly, and said "Read it, Frankie." So I did. It basically was the cutest note I'd ever read. Like ever. Asdfghjkl. He'd asked me out. Through a letter. Like, how cute is that? "Of course I'll go out with you, dummy," I whispered back to him, placing a kiss on his cheek, when I heard a knock on the locker door, and a quiet voice whispered "Umm... Guys, what's the code for this locker?" She sounded youngish, and I was quite surprised that she was helping us against the popular kids. But still, I whispered the code to her, and she unlocked the door. " The names Emily," she said to us, smiling widely, "Emily Haynes." She was wearing a band T-shirt for a group called Sleeping With sirens, and had long black hair and eyeliner, as well as creepy as hell black contacts and lipstick. She looked awesome. I could also see a faint bruise on the side of her face, and was about to ask her who did it when Gerard got there first "did that twat who just shut us in a locker do that to your face?"

"Yeah," she replied, "but it's not like I'm not used to it, Sam's been horrid to me ever since we were about 6."

"And you still stand up to him?" I asked, and she shrugged "he's a complete dickhead that treats people like shit for fun - I'd be mad not to.. uhh..."

"Frank," I told her, "and this is Gerard, he's fairly new as well." I knew she was new because I knew everyone in this school, and had never seen her before today. And a girl like her, with kinda goth hair and punk clothes, not to mention the most awesome pair of combat boots ever, would not have slipped my notice. She walked with us to the canteen, when a voice called out "Hey, Haynes! We've been looking for you, whatcha been doing?" It wasn't a nice way of asking, but a way intended to be mean. "Your brother." She replied, smoothly.

"He's dead, bitch!" Sam shouted back, but she just turned, smirking, and said "well, necrophilia makes a nice change sometimes," Before turning to us and asking to sit with us at lunch. We let her, but she didn't get any food, just sat with us & sketched things, like half lizard people, and girls with cat faces and tails, and then she started a sketch of Sam, but once she had done his face, she didn't draw hair & things, but turned him into the devil, with horns and everything. It was brilliant. Like, one of the best drawings ever. And she was barely 14, but a better artist than me. Kinda embarrassing, I know. Then the bell went, and we had to go to our classes, but we all traded phone numbers, and arranged to meet after school - because you know - why not? And she seemed kinda reluctant to go home for some reason.

  We headed our separate ways, but before she left, she told me "If you're not going out with Gerard, you should be, because he looks at you like you're the best thing on earth, and you do the same to him. So, yeah. BYE!" Then she ran off.

A/N BTW Emily is based on a more badass version of me & Sam is based on a twat on my rugby team who also goes to my school xxx bye plz vote & comment & all that shit lyl bai