Categories > Celebrities > My Chemical Romance > on the verge of something
Author's Note:
This chapter takes a bit of a swerve. Bear with me, it'll start making sense soon.
In the meantime, reviews and ratings really keep me going - not to be annoying or beggy but I have a hard time finding a ton of inspiration without feedback.
Love you all. :D
The last two classes passed without incident. Frank couldn't help but wonder how it was that within four hours he had made a friend (two, counting Mikey). It amazed him simply because he had spent months at his previous schools and not made any. Another bizarre discovery of the day was that this friend seemed genuinely interested in him. Frank had hardly had anybody who took interest in his life. His mother tried, bless her, but she had her crosses to bear, and they consumed her thoughts more thoroughly than her son. Frank didn't like it, but he understood.
With these thoughts weighing heavily on his mind, Frank trudged in the direction of the main office shortly after the last bell rang. He had no fucking clue where detention took place, and he'd decided to ask someone there who might know. Halfway through his trek, he felt a second sharp prod in his back. Turning around, Frank was rather surprised to see Mikey standing before him, wearing an absolutely psychotic grin. Detention's that way. He remarked, his voice squeaky and heavy with insinuation. How did you-- Frank began to ask, but Mikey cut him off, Gerard, of course. Go! With a strangely high pitched cackle, Mikey turned on his heel and tottered away, leaving Frank to stare after him, utterly baffled.
Once he reached the room in which Mikey had gestured towards, he took a seat next to Gerard, who was early. The two exchanged hellos and Frank felt utterly intoxicated again. After a few moments of silence, Frank began to wonder if perhaps Gerard had run out of things to say. A bad sign for a prospective friendship, he decided. After a closer look, Frank realized Gerard was drawing. Peeking over his shoulder, Frank was surprised to see that Gerard was really, really good. He decided to try and make an attempt at talking. Your brother's on crack, by the way. He remarked casually, glancing over at Gerard in hopes of either conversation or some sort of explanation for Mikey's weirdness. Gerard's only response was to murmur "lovely" under his breath, and Frank seriously doubted he'd even heard.
Taking a closer look, Frank realized that Gerard's drawing was of Mikey. It was a perfect likeness - Frank examined with care every detail Gerard had included. That's incredible. he breathed, and when Gerard looked up, they locked eyes. Gerard broke the spell by smiling impishly and turning back to his art. They were ordered to "shut the hell up" by the young, cranky looking woman who had apparently been stuck with the task of overseeing detention that day. She seemed about as happy to be there as the students who were being punished.
At the end of the last bell, Frank stood, waiting tensely for Gerard to do the same. He didn't seem notice that they were free to go, and Frank was just too afraid to poke him and tell him to get up. Finally, Gerard looked up. Is it over? He asked with apparent curiosity. Frank couldn't help but grin at how oblivious he became when he was drawing. Yep. Care to leave, or do you want to hang out here for awhile? Gerard laughed and decided he'd rather not hang around. He packed away his things, leading the way out of the school with Frank at his heels, rather like a lost puppy with a horrific black eye.
They reached a crossroads at the parking lot - Frank had to walk home and Gerard drove. Want a ride, new kid? Gerard asked, smirking with evident superiority as he jangled a set of keys around his pointer finger. Frank laughed. Yes please, cool guy.
Sitting inside of Gerard's car (nothing special, but it ran) was strangely significant - it smelled like what Frank hoped heaven might smell like - cigarettes and coffee and Drakkar Noir, and ink and Black Ice air fresheners and leather. Frank closed his eyes and inhaled deeply, taking in every facet of the smell he could, admiring how it changed with every turn of his head. He hoped he would never get used to that smell. He doubted seriously that any other combination of things in the world could make such a nice scent. Directing Gerard to his house, Frank was (secretly) pleased to learn that they lived near each other - separated by only two blocks.
On the ride, which was short, they spoke idly of school, and how Frank was liking Newark, and several more intense questions from Gerard's end. Frank couldn't wait to inquire about Gerard, but he was far less outgoing and thought that perhaps his burning curiosity could wait. Once they reached Frank's house and Gerard parked in the driveway while they reluctantly ended their conversation. As Frank opened the door and started to get out, Gerard called out to him. Frank? He began, and Frank turned, meeting his eyes. Tomorrow's Friday. I wanted to know if you'd like to hang out?
Absolutely. Frank said, a little too quickly, and Gerard raised his perfectly manicured brows. Cool. See you at school tomorrow. Frank nodded before exiting the car, trying not to break into a run. He could hardly believe his luck, and he wanted to celebrate with a cigarette and a soda.
Upon entering his house, Frank was surprised to find that his father was home. Biting his lip, he turned to exit the front room as quietly as possible before he was noticed. Unfortunately, his father had heard the door shut and was in the room, advancing on Frank with an expression of utmost dislike. Where have you been? He demanded, and Frank did his best to stand up straight. School. He said, his voice shaking. Bullshit. School got out an hour and a half ago. Have you been with a boy? Frank cringed. All his life, his father had suspected he was gay, despite his various girlfriends - Frank reckoned his dear old dad knew long before he even did.
No. He said calmly, working to keep his voice level.
His father hardly looked convinced. Who was that that dropped you off, then? Frank paused. A friend, dad. I met him today at school. Frank was cursing himself for accepting that fucking ride. He backed up, slowly, towards the stairs that would take him to his room. He looked around, panicking, hoping to see or hear some sign that his mother was home. He found none. Get in the living room. His dad ordered, and Frank obliged, all happiness from his new friend disappearing instantaneously.
It had been a long day, and it was only getting longer.
This chapter takes a bit of a swerve. Bear with me, it'll start making sense soon.
In the meantime, reviews and ratings really keep me going - not to be annoying or beggy but I have a hard time finding a ton of inspiration without feedback.
Love you all. :D
The last two classes passed without incident. Frank couldn't help but wonder how it was that within four hours he had made a friend (two, counting Mikey). It amazed him simply because he had spent months at his previous schools and not made any. Another bizarre discovery of the day was that this friend seemed genuinely interested in him. Frank had hardly had anybody who took interest in his life. His mother tried, bless her, but she had her crosses to bear, and they consumed her thoughts more thoroughly than her son. Frank didn't like it, but he understood.
With these thoughts weighing heavily on his mind, Frank trudged in the direction of the main office shortly after the last bell rang. He had no fucking clue where detention took place, and he'd decided to ask someone there who might know. Halfway through his trek, he felt a second sharp prod in his back. Turning around, Frank was rather surprised to see Mikey standing before him, wearing an absolutely psychotic grin. Detention's that way. He remarked, his voice squeaky and heavy with insinuation. How did you-- Frank began to ask, but Mikey cut him off, Gerard, of course. Go! With a strangely high pitched cackle, Mikey turned on his heel and tottered away, leaving Frank to stare after him, utterly baffled.
Once he reached the room in which Mikey had gestured towards, he took a seat next to Gerard, who was early. The two exchanged hellos and Frank felt utterly intoxicated again. After a few moments of silence, Frank began to wonder if perhaps Gerard had run out of things to say. A bad sign for a prospective friendship, he decided. After a closer look, Frank realized Gerard was drawing. Peeking over his shoulder, Frank was surprised to see that Gerard was really, really good. He decided to try and make an attempt at talking. Your brother's on crack, by the way. He remarked casually, glancing over at Gerard in hopes of either conversation or some sort of explanation for Mikey's weirdness. Gerard's only response was to murmur "lovely" under his breath, and Frank seriously doubted he'd even heard.
Taking a closer look, Frank realized that Gerard's drawing was of Mikey. It was a perfect likeness - Frank examined with care every detail Gerard had included. That's incredible. he breathed, and when Gerard looked up, they locked eyes. Gerard broke the spell by smiling impishly and turning back to his art. They were ordered to "shut the hell up" by the young, cranky looking woman who had apparently been stuck with the task of overseeing detention that day. She seemed about as happy to be there as the students who were being punished.
At the end of the last bell, Frank stood, waiting tensely for Gerard to do the same. He didn't seem notice that they were free to go, and Frank was just too afraid to poke him and tell him to get up. Finally, Gerard looked up. Is it over? He asked with apparent curiosity. Frank couldn't help but grin at how oblivious he became when he was drawing. Yep. Care to leave, or do you want to hang out here for awhile? Gerard laughed and decided he'd rather not hang around. He packed away his things, leading the way out of the school with Frank at his heels, rather like a lost puppy with a horrific black eye.
They reached a crossroads at the parking lot - Frank had to walk home and Gerard drove. Want a ride, new kid? Gerard asked, smirking with evident superiority as he jangled a set of keys around his pointer finger. Frank laughed. Yes please, cool guy.
Sitting inside of Gerard's car (nothing special, but it ran) was strangely significant - it smelled like what Frank hoped heaven might smell like - cigarettes and coffee and Drakkar Noir, and ink and Black Ice air fresheners and leather. Frank closed his eyes and inhaled deeply, taking in every facet of the smell he could, admiring how it changed with every turn of his head. He hoped he would never get used to that smell. He doubted seriously that any other combination of things in the world could make such a nice scent. Directing Gerard to his house, Frank was (secretly) pleased to learn that they lived near each other - separated by only two blocks.
On the ride, which was short, they spoke idly of school, and how Frank was liking Newark, and several more intense questions from Gerard's end. Frank couldn't wait to inquire about Gerard, but he was far less outgoing and thought that perhaps his burning curiosity could wait. Once they reached Frank's house and Gerard parked in the driveway while they reluctantly ended their conversation. As Frank opened the door and started to get out, Gerard called out to him. Frank? He began, and Frank turned, meeting his eyes. Tomorrow's Friday. I wanted to know if you'd like to hang out?
Absolutely. Frank said, a little too quickly, and Gerard raised his perfectly manicured brows. Cool. See you at school tomorrow. Frank nodded before exiting the car, trying not to break into a run. He could hardly believe his luck, and he wanted to celebrate with a cigarette and a soda.
Upon entering his house, Frank was surprised to find that his father was home. Biting his lip, he turned to exit the front room as quietly as possible before he was noticed. Unfortunately, his father had heard the door shut and was in the room, advancing on Frank with an expression of utmost dislike. Where have you been? He demanded, and Frank did his best to stand up straight. School. He said, his voice shaking. Bullshit. School got out an hour and a half ago. Have you been with a boy? Frank cringed. All his life, his father had suspected he was gay, despite his various girlfriends - Frank reckoned his dear old dad knew long before he even did.
No. He said calmly, working to keep his voice level.
His father hardly looked convinced. Who was that that dropped you off, then? Frank paused. A friend, dad. I met him today at school. Frank was cursing himself for accepting that fucking ride. He backed up, slowly, towards the stairs that would take him to his room. He looked around, panicking, hoping to see or hear some sign that his mother was home. He found none. Get in the living room. His dad ordered, and Frank obliged, all happiness from his new friend disappearing instantaneously.
It had been a long day, and it was only getting longer.
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