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Frank's POV

I rested my forehead against his and looked into his beautiful eyes. I smiled and he smiled back. I tucked a few strands of his hair back behind his ear and he smiled even more. The familiar warmth of security and love washed over me just by looking into Gee's eyes. His eyes were always warm and welcoming but changed quickly when someone at school upset him or hurt me, Mikey or Holly
"I love you Frankie." Gee spoke quietly, even though Holly and Mikey were both far too occupied laughing like a couple of hyenas at Bob and Ray who were still quarrelling like a married couple. I smiled at Gee. Those three words were so powerful; more powerful today. In a way I feel our souls have bonded more since last night. I really do think that I would fade away into the darkness if I didn't have Gee.
"I love you too Gee." I meant it. I always did whenever I told him that. He smiled more, his eyes shining a little. The gentle touch of his lips to mine; his fingers untangling; away from mine, to travel up my thigh, before pulling me close. I could feel myself lay back against the sofa, with his weight spreading out evenly across my body. Holding him close; to feel his body heat as I ran my fingertips from his cheek round to the back of his neck, pulling him closer. Tongues fighting, like two March Hares in an open meadow on a warm spring dawn.

"God you two, get a room!" Mikey called. I felt Gee smile. I knew he loved teasing and annoying Mikey. I giggled into the kiss and Gee giggled back, making me giggle even more
"Calm down Mikey, they're not as bad as the jocks and cheerleaders at school!" Holly chirped before laughing
"But still, I know I said I didn't want to hear the details, doesn't mean I don't want an actual re-enactment!" Mikey exclaimed. I couldn't help it, breaking the kiss to burst out laughing. Gee laughed too, with a cheeky grin forming across his face. I managed to crane my head round to see Mikey trying to hide his face in Holly's hair. Holly laughed even more
"Will you lot keep it down! I can't concentrate!" Bob shouted. We went silent for a few seconds before laughing even more. I felt the warmth of Gee breathing against my cheek; turning my head, I brushed my lips with his before running my lip along his bottom lip.

Narrator's POV

Sunshine became rare as the temperatures dropped more as November rolled on by. Clouds formed most days, covering the sky like a blanket. The leaves lay dead and shrivelled on the pavements, all the beautiful bright colours faded and gone, leaving only the lifeless brown. The trees were bare and some appeared dead against the grey sky, with the branches appearing black, long, spindly and spikey. The winds would pick up on days, leaving the four huddled together, walking to and from school, trying to keep warm and from being blown away like a lost bag caught in the swirl of the wind. It became colder as December arrived; every morning being greeted by the frost, decorating pavements, trees, fences, roofs of houses and cars, and dead grass. Windows become frozen – a white sheet with splinter like patterns. Fingers became numb as the old prominence of Jack Frost nipped at them in the bitter cold. An excuse for Mikey to hold Holly's hand, but would blush every time Gee mentioned it. With the closeness of Christmas, a fresh layer of snow touched the grounds – waking to find it sparkling in the dim street lamps, awakening the inner child of every adult and student. It did wonders and closed Belleville a week early; a welcomed Christmas present from everyone. Christmas decorations lined people's windows, with trees ranging from tall pines to small pines, which no sooner you'd look at them and then all the pins from the tree would drop to the ground, leaving a pine with no pins but decorations, making it funny to look at. Christmas Day came and went, with the four friends gathering on Boxing Day and then on New Year's Eve. Although New Year 's Eve was celebrated with the spectacular firework displays, upon which colours danced across the night sky, and drinks were downed quickly in good high spirit, the looming fact that school would then start back up in a few days, meaning the pushing, shoving, name calling and beatings would start again. But it meant a step closer for Gee and Frank to leaving the place for good; away from the homophobic shithole.

Mikey's POV

In the first week of being back at the hellhole, moods and feelings that had been happy had now gone to feeling low. The bitter cold of January and the rain started, making it feel even more miserable and dull. But Holly's laughter brightened my day, every day and I'm sure it brightened Frank and Gerard's day too. I felt bad for Frank though. Within a week of being back, my brother caught a sickness bug – being woken up at two in the morning on a Sunday to my mother rushing out of the room and down the stairs, and then down to the basement to my brother chucking up his guts wasn't the nicest of things, but I did feel for him. Frank was left alone in lessons for the following week. He was quiet. He was so different, compared to how he usually was. Holly explained he was like it all the time before me and Gerard showed up. The poor guy. Gerard had a real effect on him. He looked like a lost sheep; a sheep who had gone off to explore only to get lost on the way back, trying to find his friends. Holly and I would meet up with him every break and every lunch, try and say hello on passing to different lessons, skip some of our lessons to be with him and keep him company and then meet him at the end of the day and I would walk with him and made sure he'd get home safely. The week was torture for him. It was torture for me too – can tell when Gerard is getting better; he starts to get cocky and demanding and over-dramatic about things. He does it to wind me up. I told Holly and she just laughed. Well she would, it's Holly after all. Mum had seen and he was told abruptly that he would return to school on the Monday, which came to Frank's delight and joy. He smiled like the Cheshire cat – it was funny but was brilliant to see him smiling again

"Mikey?" I glanced up from the maths homework I had left to last minute
"What?"
"Can you get me a glass of water? Please?"
"Get it yourself you lazy bastard! I'm doing homework!" He pouted before getting up off the sofa and disappearing out into the kitchen
"I'm not your precious Frankie, who I no doubt would do anything for you."
"Fuck you!"
"GERARD!"
"Sorry mum!" he called back as I stifled my laughter. Fuck, maths homework was hard to do, but having Gerard around who was feeling better and excited that he would be seeing Frank tomorrow made it even harder to complete. He came and sat back down with a glass of water
"Your fault mum shouted."
"Whatever, you bring it on yourself." I glanced back up to see him glaring at me before sticking his finger up
"Love you too Gerard." I looked back at the maths problem
"You sure Shayne hasn't given you, Frankie or Holly any grief?" Jesus, talk about a protective brother! Told him time and time again this week that I'd had no grief and that Holly had no grief and from what I heard from Frank he didn't have too much grief, but whether he told the truth is another matter
"For the billionth time, NO!"
"Alright chill!"
"I'm not a bloody freezer," I snapped
"Jesus, that was cheesy and pathetic." I have to admit myself it was
"Whatever."
"Anyways Mikes, I'm off to bed," he said standing back up
"So you can get your beauty sleep so you can look your best tomorrow for Frankie?" Gerard looked like he was going to run at me but thought better of it; he had a coffee table to combat before reaching me
"Hope the bed-bugs bite you Mikes." Gerard disappeared with his half empty glass of water, down to his basement, leaving me to try and tackle this impossible maths problem

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Frank's POV

Monday's – I hated them, everyone did but today I'd get to see Gee for the first time in what felt like forever. One problem being I was already running late; stupid alarm clock didn't go off – maybe I should have asked for a new one for Christmas, oh well. I barely had a chance to say goodbye to mum as I ran out of the door, the instant chill of January cut through me. Mikey stood waiting but no Gee
"Before you even ask, he isn't even out of bed yet," Mikey said just as I opened my mouth. Doesn't surprise me, he never has been a morning person, in fact I'm yet to meet anyone who is a morning person – decided that will be the day that pigs fly when I do find someone.
"I had a pillow and a menagerie of objects thrown at my head as I attempted to wake him so I left mum to deal with him, he'll be in soon enough. He went to bed early as well, but it looked like he had stayed up and done some drawing," Mikey said as we walked down the side walk. I chuckled – he can never put a sketchpad down bless him. Still, I'd be seeing him soon, that's all that mattered
"I don't even want to imagine what your mum is like at getting people up." Mikey's eyes grew wide and I couldn't help but laugh
"Trust me, you don't!" I laughed even more as he went on to explain how one time she managed to strip the bed of its bed sheets and then tipped a whole bucket of cold water over Gerard's bed to get him up and threatened to do it to him once. I couldn't say good morning to Holly through the tears of laughter that poured down my face. I no doubt I had panda eyes by now, but I didn't care. I'd be seeing Gee soon and that's all I cared about.

Biology was first. I kept my head down the whole lesson and doodled. I had a text about five minutes before the end of the lesson. I glanced up to see the teacher was facing the board writing down some sort of hypothesis for the stupid experiment he was planning to make us do in pairs. I pulled my phone out and held it under the table

Gerard text me saying he'll be in maths. Mikey

I glanced back up to see the teacher was now rambling on about hypothesis when my phone went off again

Hey, see you in maths :-) G xoxo

I smiled even more and felt my stomach flip a little bit. I quickly replied and put my phone back into my pocket and tapped my fingers on the desk and watched the clock as each second ticked by. The bell sounded for the end of the lessons and I shoved everything into my bag and was out of the class faster than anyone else and into the crowded hall way. Keeping my head down as I walked, I pushed to get through as quick as I can, determined to see Gee before maths. I smiled at the thought of seeing his beautiful eyes, his amazing smile and to watch his artist fingers push a pen around a pad creating amazing drawings, like he always does in every lesson. I was jolted out of my thoughts as a hand grabbed me from behind and dragged me to the side. They were strong and I knew it couldn't be good. I received a blow to the back of my head and felt another pair of hands grab me

Fighting and struggling to see who had hold of me as I was dragged away from maths. I saw the familiar sign of the boys toilets and felt my stomach drop. My heart stopped for a second as I was shoved inside. I glanced round to see the familiar jacket that jocks wear float past and stand in front of the door leading to my freedom. I looked round to see the ugly face of Shayne and his sneering smile. I felt helpless and small realising that there were at least three other jocks with him. My breath hitched in the back of my throat. All power of words left me
"Oh look what we fished out of the corridor," Shayne sneered. He looked down at me as if I was a piece of dirt that had stained his white trainers
"If it isn't Frank Iero, the fucking gay emo." Emo is imaginary I thought, but didn't dare to speak out
"Someone who cuts himself but never gets it right as they still breathe, polluting our air that we breathe." There was sniggering and I felt a lot smaller
"Not so lively now are we? Now that there isn't anyone to hear you scream," Shayne flexed his knuckles as he spoke. I took in a deep breath
"Let's teach him a lesson!" another jock shouted rather too eagerly
"Patience, I want to enjoy this, I want this fucking waste of a life to feel every single blow that I'm going to throw at him." Grabbed and dragged upwards by my hoodie, I was greeted with a sharp blow to the stomach, knocking all the wind out of me. Something tells me they weren't going to stop, not until they were satisfied and left me barely breathing, or worse, dead.

Being held up by two pairs of hands as Shayne made a blow to my stomach again, waiting a few seconds, before then lashing out again. A blow to the face. Fuck that hurt. A few more blows, fast, sharp and forceful. I'm sure I could taste blood, I wasn't entirely sure. A blow to the ribs, and then the stomach again, before crashing to the ground. Coughing and wheezing, dragged backwards, up to a standing position, this time Shayne stood and watched as another jock had their turn. Fast and furious, blow after blow after blow. Stomach, ribs, legs, arms, face, neck, head, back, shins – fuck I really am going to die. Why hadn't I ever cut myself right in the past? Maybe I wouldn't be in this situation, I would be peaceful. Shit, no, don't think that. Think of Holly, Holly was always right; Mikey's face laughing and joking around; Gee's face – a fallen angel, my guardian, my protector; he'll save me, he always does. Legs buckling, body aching, falling down to the ground. Along came the kicks. Yep, definitely could taste blood now. Pulled back up again to stare in the cold hard eyes of Shayne, with a sickly smile on his face. If I wasn't such a coward I would spit in his face, but then I would end up dead. Another blow to the stomach, enough to cough, something red; my blood. Falling to the ground. A sharp blow to the head as the ground met my body. A hard kick to the ribs, something goes crack. Fuck not good. Another crack as another blow to my ribs. Shit, my chest hurts, fucking hell it hurts to even breathe! A sharp pain through my fingers as someone takes care into jumping onto my hand before kicking it hard – another crack, this time in my wrist. My legs are kicked until they are numb. Black stars in front of my eyes, my ears ringing. Picked up from the ground one more time
"That's enough!" Shayne said as I was punched several times in the stomach. Vision blurring, the stars picking around the edges on my eyes, a darkness threatening to take over
"Don't want you hurting yourself beating this fucking fag to death." There was a shrill of laughter that rang through my ears, leaving them ringing, as I the horrible feeling of falling washed over me. A few more kicks, another crack. The taste of blood, the sound of running footsteps, laughter, before a door shuts. The sound of a dripping tap as pain rose all over my body before it became numb. The darkness took over, the sound of a dripping tap fading into the blackness, and pain could no longer be felt.



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k, so uh, a slightly dark chapter? I don't know, I'm in a very foul mood with everyone and everything -.- so excuse me if I do seem snappy or rude, I don't mean to be. Before you can all hate me for this being a sad/dark chapter, it does get better, I promise, and I may post a second chapter later, depending on what mood I am in