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Frank's books spilled forth onto the floor. As he bent down to pick them up, he heard a distinct, "Watch it, queer," from somewhere in the crowd of people going to lunch. He recieved a few kicks to his ass while down on the ground and fell forward, dropping his books again.

"Shit," he muttered, frustrated. His first three classes had been shit. After APUSH had been English; he had never been good with spelling or grammar. Gerard had been in that class as well, and Frank hadn't been able to stop thinking about him at all. He kept glancing his way, begging Gerard with his heart to look up, catch his glance with those beautiful eyes of his and...

Fifth hour had been art, which wouldn't have been that bad, except that the teacher was insane. She kept telling Frank to "Let your emotions FILL the page!" and he had wanted to punch her in the face.

Someone knelt down beside Frank on the floor, and he braced himself to be smacked in the face with one of his textbooks. He flinched, and when he didn't feel a blow, he looked up to see a boy, around his age, actually helping him gather his books. Frank was caught off guard, not used to kindness of any sort from his peers.

The two stood up together, confusion etched on Frank's face. The boy handed the books back to Frank and caught his eye.

"Sorry," he said. "Those guys are such douchebags. I'm Mikey," he said, holding his hand out. Frank took it, somewhat suspiciously, seeing as how there must have been an ulterior motive in the boy's kindness.

"Frank," he mumbled.

"So, I hear you're the new kid," Mikey said. Frank nodded, looking down. "That's alright. Just so you know, you'll get a lot of shit for a while because...well...you don't exactly fit in with everyone else," he said, and Frank noticed that they were dressed quite alike. Mikey's hair was pin straight and long, he had black and white rimmed glasses, and he was wearing a plain grey T-shirt and tight blue jeans. The faded white chucks gave Frank just a little hope that he had found a new friend in this hell-hole of a school.

"Yeah, well," Frank answered, standing a little straighter as he and Mikey walked to the cafeteria together. "I've never exactly fit in anyway,"

"I know what you mean," Mikey nodded. Frank noticed that he was very cute. He was no Gerard Way, but he was quite adorable, in a teddy-bear kind of way.

Frank halted once they were through the cafe doors, but quickly started walking again when he noticed that Mikey knew exactly where he was going. He followed his new friend at a little bit of distance, just in case Mikey wasn't thinking of inviting Frank to sit with him. Mikey looked over his shoulder.

"Hurry up, man! You're going at a snail's pace," he smiled to show that he was kidding and Frank laughed nervously, speeding up. Mikey led him to a table with one other person sitting at it. A boy with a big, curly, red afro looked up as the two boys approached.

"Hey Mikey, who's the new kid?" he asked.

"Ray, this is Frank, Frank, this is Ray Toro." Mikey introduced the two. Ray nodded and Frank sat down.

"Nice shirt," Ray said, gesturing at Franks Iron Maiden T-shirt.

"Thanks," he said, still half-waiting for them to pin him to the floor and beat the shit out of him. "They're my favourite band," he continued.

Easy conversation seemed to flow through the three boys, and Frank soon felt somewhat accepted into their group, a new feeling for him.

"So Frank," Mikey began. "Have you met anyone else here?"

"Oh yeah," Frank said cynically. "Tons of new friends, couldn't you tell? Especially that Gerard Way, he's a treat," Frank added, trying to sound as though he held Gerard Way in the same, disdainful regard as everyone else, even though that couldn't be farther from reality. Mikey and Ray exchanged a look.

"What?" Frank asked, hoping he hadn't just insulted one of their friends or something.

Ray raised his eyebrows and nodded at Mikey, who cleared his throat. "Well, ah, Frank, I've got something to tell you that you may not like..." Here it goes, Frank thought, sending his walls up once more. "Gerard..." Mikey paused, as though looking for the right words to say. "Gerard Way is...look, don't feel offended, he's an asshole to everyone. Nobody likes him except for his little group of friends. Don't get worked up because of him, is all I'm saying." Frank felt relieved. When he looked back down at his lunch, Ray shot a dirty look at Mikey, who shrugged and turned back to his food. Ray shook his head.

Sure, Mikey thought. I could tell Frank the truth...and guess what he'd do? He'd run screaming, that's what he'd do. Run screaming, and probably change everything about himself just so he could fit in with all the other wasteoids at this school, and then make fun of him. No, Mikey said to himself, best not to tell him, just yet. "You're in my art class, right?" Mikey said, trying to restart the conversation.

"Umm...You have art fifth hour?"

"Yeah,"

"Then yeah. Wow, I didn't even notice you," Frank said, tilting his head.

"Gee, thanks," Mikey said, pretending to be offended. Frank laughed, and the tension was broken. Conversation began again.

The rest of the day was unsurprisingly dull for Frank. He was just glad it was Friday, and he would get to recouperate from this for a weekend before he had to come back. As he was about to get on his bus, his phone rang and he answered, wondering who it would be.

"Hello?"

"Frank?"

"Mikey?"

"Yeah."

"Oh, hi..." he said, having forgotten that he had given Mikey his phone number at lunch.

"Listen, you wanna sleep over my house tonight?"

"Umm...sure..." Frank had never slept over anyone else's house before.

"Cool. Okay, you can just come on my bus, and I'll lend you clothes and shit, it's easier that way, okay?" Frank nodded.

"Alright."

"Great. Meet me by the--oh!"

Frank turned to see Mikey was heading right towards him. They both closed their phones and fell into step beside each other. They walked to Mikey's bus, chatting about different things. They stepped onto the bus and Frank became a little nervous, walking on the bus with all the other kids looking up at him as he passed. He and Mikey got a seat near the back and continued talking the whole bus ride.

Once they got off and were walking to Mikey's house, he turned towards Frank and took a deep breath. "Frank," he began. "Before we get to my house, I really have to tell you something." Frank looked at him, wondering what it could possibly be. "Gerard Way..." Frank cut him off.

"Oh not him again," he said. "I thought I got enough of him at school," he was really getting good at pretending he didn't care about the kid.

"No, Frank, that's just it. Do you know my name?"

"Mikey..." Frank said, wondering if his new friend had lost it.

"My name is Mikey Way," he said, slowly, letting it sink in, watching the look of realization passing over Frank's face. Shit.

Frank didn't know whether to be excited or scared shitless. His first reaction was dread: Gerard would never leave him alone, especially not while he was sleeping over his house. His next thought was that he maybe didn't want Gerard to leave him alone.

Frank cleared his throat when he remembered that Mikey was standing there. "That's fine," he said evenly. "Doesn't bother me," He glanced into Mikey's eyes for a moment, trying to convince him that he wasn't lying. Mikey hesitated for a moment, then nodded.

"Great. For some reason, I thought you'd like, freak out. He's really not that bad, though," Mikey added, trying to make Frank feel more confident.

"I'm sure he's a great guy once you get to know him," Frank said reassuredly to his friend.

While the only thing going through his head was, what the fuck did he get himself into?


Whoo! Second chapter up, hell yeah. So, we're getting into the real plot here, huh? So yeah. Thanks for reading, and please go comment because you know it makes me so happy. OverAndOutxx