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Chapter Two: You're Not O-Fucking-Kay, Frankie!
4 ReviewsFrankie gets beat and Gerard goes NUTS!
A/N: Sorry this is so short! It's a filler, but I really need it. Enjoy!
[Frank's POV]
Yesterday's amazing day turned horrible. Gee and I sat around getting to know each other better while reading comics and watching "The Nightmare Before Christmas". I found out that he has two parents Mr. and Mrs. Way, and his only sibling is Mikey. He loves comics, singing, being artsy, coffee, the supernatural and horror movies. He loves the bands Iron Maiden, Black Flag, and the Misfits. He also hopes to be in a band someday. Supposedly, his house is haunted. I made a mental note to NEVER be left alone when visiting him.
He was just amazing and I just met him. Every time he spoke, I watched his lips move, imagining mine being pressed against his. I almost did, once. It was getting hard to restrain.
Sadly, he had to go at nine when he recieved a text from Mikey saying thaat his parents would be home in twenty minutes.
Here's where everything went wrong.
My dad came home drunk and saw Gee walking away from my home.
"Who the fuck was that?!"
"A... A f-friend, d-dad..."
"And who the fuck said you could bring someone into my Goddamn house?"
"I-"
"GO TO YOUR MOTHERFUCKING ROOM!" he cut me off, slapping me across my face with the back of his hand. I yelped as he hit the bruise on my cheekbone.
He is such an asshole, which isn't surprising for a buisness man. It was surprising, however, that he got drunk a lot.
I whimpered and whined, holding my cheek as I walked up the steps and into my room. I plopped onto my bed, sobbing. There was still a trace of Gerard's scent on my bed sheets. He and the bed sheets smelt of coffee, charcoal, paint, cigarettes and coconut-scented shampoo. I inhaled deeply, the smell seeming to sooth and calm me. I slept well that night. The first in a long, oh-so-very long time.
I peek at Gee from the corner of my eye and sigh. He keeps staring at my cheek, clenching and unclenching his hands. I can hear him grit his teeth.
It's been like this since English, and now it's Chemistry! Ever since he heard what happened, he's been looking around anxiously to make sure no one would hurt me. Don't get me wrong, it was cute! But the staring at my bruise was making me uncomfortable.
I sigh again.
"Gee?"
"Yeah?" he responds through clenched teeth.
"I'm fine. Really! Don't worry about it. Now, please? Take your notes on the stupid chemicals. We have an exam next week."
He groans. "You're not o-fucking-kay, Frankie! Youre dad made it worse!"
I wince, remembering the pain. My cheeks begin to burn at the memory of what made it possible for me to sleep soundly.
I sigh in defeat and mumble, "Thank you for caring so much, even though we just met."
"Erm... Y-You're welcome, Frankie."
I look up at him as he shoots me a charming smile. I feel like melting into a puddle of Frankie-goo.
I stay like that for a while, swoooning and staring as he takes notes. The bell rings and I jump out of my seat, my daydreams fading away. I gnaw on my lip. and sigh.
I'm losing it...
"Frankie?"
"Mmm?"
"You sure you're okay?"
"Mhm..."
"Well, okay. See ya' at music?"
"Mmm!" I respond, gathering my belongings.
I wave at him as we walk seperate ways. I keep my head down as I walk through the crowded halls to my locker, throwing my books in. Grabbing my PE clothes, I sigh, making my way into the gym and boy's locker room.
Great... PE with Aled McCauley. Nice...
[Gerard's POV]
I fidget nervously in my seat.
The last five minutes of my Speech class felt like half an hour.
What if Aled's pouncing on Frankie?
What if they're playing Dodge Ball?
...What if they're sexually harrassing him in the locker room?!
Of course, that's less likely possible to happen and the worst case scenario, but who knew?
I begin to chew nervously on my nails, the clock mocking me:
Tick.
Tock.
Tick.
Tock.
TICK.
TOCK.
TICK.
TOCK.
Finally, the bell rings and I scurry off into Music class.
"Frankie? You here..?"
I spot Frankie sitting in the corner, gently plucking the strings of his acoustic guitar. I smile softly and walk over.
"Hey..."
"Hmmm.? Oh, hey Gee!" he replies, looking up and giving me a cute smile.
"Why're you all alone?"
"Oh... I take extra lessons with Ms. Ninya on Saturdays. I finished all my lessons for the next two weeks last month," he explains. Then he sighs and adds, "Ms. Ninya's the first person to accept me for me, and the only teacher who likes me..."
I frown and nod understandingly.
"Mmm... What's that tune you're playing?"
"Oh, just some song I wrote when I was in my old band called Pencey Prep. 'Song's called 'Yesterday'."
"I like it... Can you erm... Sing it, please?" I ask boldly, swallowing and blushing. His ears and cheeks redden, but he nods and smiles.
"Thanks, Frankie."
I listen to his sweet voice singing the beautiful lyrics in a seraphic tone:
I think of running away
I can't keep running away
Can't keep feeling the same
I can't keep taking the blame
I wanna run with you
I don't care what we do,
Gotta get out of this place,
Because it feels like yesterday.
Day, day, day. Oh oh oh.
Day, day, day.
Day, day, day. Oh oh oh.
There we go
Can't be wrong
’Cause it feels like yesterday
I can't be wrong
I'm re-living yesterday
I can't be wrong
Cause it feels like yesterday
I can't be wrong
I'm re-living yester--
I think of running away,
I can't keep running away
Can't keep feeling the same
I can't keep taking the blame
I wanna run with you
I don't care what we do,
Gotta get out of this place,
Because it feels like yesterday.
Day, day, day. Oh oh oh.
Day, day, day.
Day, day, day. Oh oh oh.
There we go, can't be wrong
’Cause it feels like yesterday
I can't be wrong, I'm re-living yesterday
I can't be wrong
Cause it feels like yesterday
I can't be wrong
I'm re-living yester--
I think of running away, I can't keep running away
Can't keep feeling the same, I can't keep taking the blame
I wanna run with you, I don't care what we do,
Gotta get out of this place, because it feels like yesterday.
Day, day, day. Oh oh oh.
Day, day, day.
Day, day, day. Oh oh oh.
There we go, can't be wrong
’Cause it feels like yesterday, I can't be wrong
I'm re-living yesterday, I can't be wrong
Cause it feels like yesterday
I can't be wrong
I'm re-living yesterday.
My eyes are shut the whole time i listen to him sing, the butterflies in my stomach fluttering their wings violently. I frown slightly as I hear him strum the final note. I didn't notice the tears rolling down my cheeks until they reached my neck.
I open my eyes and look at the beautiful, talented young man in front of me.
"Frank..." I manage to choke out. "That was beautiful... Who is it for?" A soft smile spread across my face.
"Mmm... Thank you," he replies, clearing his throat. "When I first wrote it, I had a feeling it would be meant for someone special. Don't know who it's for yet." He wipes my cheeks gently with his thumb.
Why're you crying...?" he murmurs.
I blush and shrug.
Why was I crying..?
"I... I don't know..." I reply honestly, ducking my head.
"Hmmm... M'kay. If you say so, Gee."
"Hello, students," I hear a bell-like voice say. "I'm sorry, but I need to leave and attend an urgent family meeting. You're dimsmissed. You may stay here if you'd like," finishes Ms. Ninya.
"Hmmm... Wanna skip and head home..?" I ask.
"Mmm! Sure!"
[Frank's POV]
Yesterday's amazing day turned horrible. Gee and I sat around getting to know each other better while reading comics and watching "The Nightmare Before Christmas". I found out that he has two parents Mr. and Mrs. Way, and his only sibling is Mikey. He loves comics, singing, being artsy, coffee, the supernatural and horror movies. He loves the bands Iron Maiden, Black Flag, and the Misfits. He also hopes to be in a band someday. Supposedly, his house is haunted. I made a mental note to NEVER be left alone when visiting him.
He was just amazing and I just met him. Every time he spoke, I watched his lips move, imagining mine being pressed against his. I almost did, once. It was getting hard to restrain.
Sadly, he had to go at nine when he recieved a text from Mikey saying thaat his parents would be home in twenty minutes.
Here's where everything went wrong.
My dad came home drunk and saw Gee walking away from my home.
"Who the fuck was that?!"
"A... A f-friend, d-dad..."
"And who the fuck said you could bring someone into my Goddamn house?"
"I-"
"GO TO YOUR MOTHERFUCKING ROOM!" he cut me off, slapping me across my face with the back of his hand. I yelped as he hit the bruise on my cheekbone.
He is such an asshole, which isn't surprising for a buisness man. It was surprising, however, that he got drunk a lot.
I whimpered and whined, holding my cheek as I walked up the steps and into my room. I plopped onto my bed, sobbing. There was still a trace of Gerard's scent on my bed sheets. He and the bed sheets smelt of coffee, charcoal, paint, cigarettes and coconut-scented shampoo. I inhaled deeply, the smell seeming to sooth and calm me. I slept well that night. The first in a long, oh-so-very long time.
I peek at Gee from the corner of my eye and sigh. He keeps staring at my cheek, clenching and unclenching his hands. I can hear him grit his teeth.
It's been like this since English, and now it's Chemistry! Ever since he heard what happened, he's been looking around anxiously to make sure no one would hurt me. Don't get me wrong, it was cute! But the staring at my bruise was making me uncomfortable.
I sigh again.
"Gee?"
"Yeah?" he responds through clenched teeth.
"I'm fine. Really! Don't worry about it. Now, please? Take your notes on the stupid chemicals. We have an exam next week."
He groans. "You're not o-fucking-kay, Frankie! Youre dad made it worse!"
I wince, remembering the pain. My cheeks begin to burn at the memory of what made it possible for me to sleep soundly.
I sigh in defeat and mumble, "Thank you for caring so much, even though we just met."
"Erm... Y-You're welcome, Frankie."
I look up at him as he shoots me a charming smile. I feel like melting into a puddle of Frankie-goo.
I stay like that for a while, swoooning and staring as he takes notes. The bell rings and I jump out of my seat, my daydreams fading away. I gnaw on my lip. and sigh.
I'm losing it...
"Frankie?"
"Mmm?"
"You sure you're okay?"
"Mhm..."
"Well, okay. See ya' at music?"
"Mmm!" I respond, gathering my belongings.
I wave at him as we walk seperate ways. I keep my head down as I walk through the crowded halls to my locker, throwing my books in. Grabbing my PE clothes, I sigh, making my way into the gym and boy's locker room.
Great... PE with Aled McCauley. Nice...
[Gerard's POV]
I fidget nervously in my seat.
The last five minutes of my Speech class felt like half an hour.
What if Aled's pouncing on Frankie?
What if they're playing Dodge Ball?
...What if they're sexually harrassing him in the locker room?!
Of course, that's less likely possible to happen and the worst case scenario, but who knew?
I begin to chew nervously on my nails, the clock mocking me:
Tick.
Tock.
Tick.
Tock.
TICK.
TOCK.
TICK.
TOCK.
Finally, the bell rings and I scurry off into Music class.
"Frankie? You here..?"
I spot Frankie sitting in the corner, gently plucking the strings of his acoustic guitar. I smile softly and walk over.
"Hey..."
"Hmmm.? Oh, hey Gee!" he replies, looking up and giving me a cute smile.
"Why're you all alone?"
"Oh... I take extra lessons with Ms. Ninya on Saturdays. I finished all my lessons for the next two weeks last month," he explains. Then he sighs and adds, "Ms. Ninya's the first person to accept me for me, and the only teacher who likes me..."
I frown and nod understandingly.
"Mmm... What's that tune you're playing?"
"Oh, just some song I wrote when I was in my old band called Pencey Prep. 'Song's called 'Yesterday'."
"I like it... Can you erm... Sing it, please?" I ask boldly, swallowing and blushing. His ears and cheeks redden, but he nods and smiles.
"Thanks, Frankie."
I listen to his sweet voice singing the beautiful lyrics in a seraphic tone:
I think of running away
I can't keep running away
Can't keep feeling the same
I can't keep taking the blame
I wanna run with you
I don't care what we do,
Gotta get out of this place,
Because it feels like yesterday.
Day, day, day. Oh oh oh.
Day, day, day.
Day, day, day. Oh oh oh.
There we go
Can't be wrong
’Cause it feels like yesterday
I can't be wrong
I'm re-living yesterday
I can't be wrong
Cause it feels like yesterday
I can't be wrong
I'm re-living yester--
I think of running away,
I can't keep running away
Can't keep feeling the same
I can't keep taking the blame
I wanna run with you
I don't care what we do,
Gotta get out of this place,
Because it feels like yesterday.
Day, day, day. Oh oh oh.
Day, day, day.
Day, day, day. Oh oh oh.
There we go, can't be wrong
’Cause it feels like yesterday
I can't be wrong, I'm re-living yesterday
I can't be wrong
Cause it feels like yesterday
I can't be wrong
I'm re-living yester--
I think of running away, I can't keep running away
Can't keep feeling the same, I can't keep taking the blame
I wanna run with you, I don't care what we do,
Gotta get out of this place, because it feels like yesterday.
Day, day, day. Oh oh oh.
Day, day, day.
Day, day, day. Oh oh oh.
There we go, can't be wrong
’Cause it feels like yesterday, I can't be wrong
I'm re-living yesterday, I can't be wrong
Cause it feels like yesterday
I can't be wrong
I'm re-living yesterday.
My eyes are shut the whole time i listen to him sing, the butterflies in my stomach fluttering their wings violently. I frown slightly as I hear him strum the final note. I didn't notice the tears rolling down my cheeks until they reached my neck.
I open my eyes and look at the beautiful, talented young man in front of me.
"Frank..." I manage to choke out. "That was beautiful... Who is it for?" A soft smile spread across my face.
"Mmm... Thank you," he replies, clearing his throat. "When I first wrote it, I had a feeling it would be meant for someone special. Don't know who it's for yet." He wipes my cheeks gently with his thumb.
Why're you crying...?" he murmurs.
I blush and shrug.
Why was I crying..?
"I... I don't know..." I reply honestly, ducking my head.
"Hmmm... M'kay. If you say so, Gee."
"Hello, students," I hear a bell-like voice say. "I'm sorry, but I need to leave and attend an urgent family meeting. You're dimsmissed. You may stay here if you'd like," finishes Ms. Ninya.
"Hmmm... Wanna skip and head home..?" I ask.
"Mmm! Sure!"
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