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We're Hanging Out With Corpses
4 reviewsMikey takes matters into his own hands, because Gerard is a pussy. Frank is invited to Gerard's lair.
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Chapter 8
Frank’s POV
I limp through the front doors of Belleview High, cursing myself for only owning skinny jeans. The tight fabric chafes against the burn, making me wince in pain. Stupid, shallow me for not wearing the bandages to school. I didn’t want them to create an awkward bump in my skintight jeans. But now I wish I had put them on.
I reach my locker and begin to twirl in my combination. Pete appears by my side instantly, a worried look on his face. “Hey.” he says quietly.
“Hey, man.” I reply, holding my fist up. Pete bumps it half-heartedly.
“Are you alright?” Pete asks. “I called your home phone last night, but your mom answered and said you needed to rest.”
“Yeah, I’m totally fine.” I reassure him. “The hospital didn’t keep me overnight or anything. They just gave me pain medication and treated me for minor smoke inhalation. I asked them if I could get medical marijuana and they got mad at me.”
Pete just gives me an incredibly sad look, his brown eyes filling with tears.
“Pete? What’s wrong?” I ask with concern. I’ve never seen him like this before.
“N-Nothing, Frank. I… I just…” Pete’s voice is choked with sobs. Suddenly, he throws himself at me and hugs me tightly.
I frown in confusion, but I hug my best friend back. What’s up with him??
“Good morning.” a familiar voice says behind me. I smile and turn around, Pete reluctantly letting go of me.
“Gerard!” I grin at the raven-haired boy. My palms begin to sweat, and electricity shoots up my spine. Ohmygodohmygodohmygod. He’s talking to me. He approached me and is now talking to me. Oh god, what do I do with my hands?? If I put them in my pockets, I’ll look like I’m trying to be cool. If I leave them by my side, I’ll look awkward as fuck. And looking awkward as fuck is not a good thing. Especially in front of someone like Gerard Way.
“So, Frank, I was wondering…” Gerard begins.
Yes, Gerard, I will marry you, is the first thing that comes to mind. What the fuck, me? I’m not gay! I just don’t like girls and I really want to get into Gerard’s pants…
“Would you like to come over after school?” Gerard looks embarrassed. “You know… hang out?”
Did… did I just hear what I think I heard? Gerard Way just invited me to hang out with him. Gerard Way just… oh my god.
“Yes!” I blurt. Fuck, that sounded way too eager. “I mean, s-sure. Yes. I would definitely like to… yes.” I stammer, feeling completely and utterly awkward.
Gerard grins. “Splendido!” he cheers. “I mean, uh, awesome.”
“I didn’t know you could speak Spanish!” I say. So he rescues people from fires and speaks another language? He’s a bilingual knight in black armor. God, he just keeps getting hotter.
“Italian,” Gerard corrects me, looking embarrassed again. “So, uh, here’s my address.” he pulls a folded piece of paper out of his pocket.
“I don’t have a license…” I blush.
“Then I’ll drive you!” Gerard says. “I’ll meet you at your locker after school.” And with that, he disappears into the steady flow of students moving down the hallway.
“You like him, don’t you?” Pete suddenly asks from behind me.
I turn around. “W-What are you talking about?” Fuck, he knows.
“That Jeremy dude.” Pete says. “You like him.”
“He’s a guy, Pete.” I say, laughing nervously. “And his name is Gerard.”
“Yesterday at lunch you told everyone that you don’t like girls.”
I freeze. Shhhhiiiiittttt. I forgot about that. “Well, uh, I…”
Pete cuts me off by wrapping his arms around me again. Before I can say a word, he disappears just as quickly as Gerard did.
--
Gerard’s POV
“Take this.” my brother says, shoving a piece of paper in my pocket.
“What is that?” I ask, reaching for the paper.
Mikey slaps my hand away. “It’s our address.”
I frown in confusion. “And what am I going to do with our address?”
“You’re going to approach Frank over there, hand him the paper, and invite him to come over tonight.” Mikey grins at me.
I gawk at my brother. “Cosa??”
“You heard me.” Mikey says. “I want you to be happy for once in your miserable life, and I want to meet the boy who’s been dominating your thoughts for the past 48 hours.”
“Stay out of my head! And since when does my little brother get to boss me around like this?” I complain.
“Since you turned into a total pussy.” Mikey shoves me towards Frank. “It’s really not that hard. Now go.”
I roll my eyes, but I start walking towards Frank anyways. I can’t believe I’m actually doing this… I’m going to invite Frank to come to my house.
As I walk towards Frank, the boy he’s talking to awkwardly lunges at Frank for a crushing hug. Frank sways haphazardly on his injured leg, but hugs the boy back. I scowl. The kid should be careful with Frank. And he’s hugging my Frank. Are they dating?? I hope they’re not dating. What the cazzo, Gerard?? You don’t even know if he’s gay!!
I stand behind Frank and clear my throat nervously. “Good morning.” I say. Really? Good morning?? This is the 21st century… Not the 1800’s.
Frank turns around, grinning broadly. “Gerard!”
Maledizione, he’s cute. My heart lurches at his smile. I nervously fiddle with my tie. He’s actually happy to see me!
Concentrare, Gerard, Mikey scolds.
Vaffanculo, I shoot back.
I look down awkwardly at my feet. “So, Frank, I was wondering… Would you like to come over after school? You know…”
They call it “hanging out.”
Thanks, Mikey.
“Hang out?” I finish.
Frank looks shell-shocked for a moment. Then his face breaks into one of his signature adorable grins again. “Yes! I mean, s-sure. Yes. I would definitely like to… yes.” he stutters, blushing. My heart melts. God damnit. He’s just too perfetto.
“Splendido!” I say. Shit. English, Gerard. “I mean, uh, awesome.”
“I didn’t know you could speak Spanish!” Frank says incredulously.
“Italian.” I tell him, embarrassed. “So, uh, here’s my address.” I pull out the piece of paper and hand it to Frank.
“I don’t have a license…” Frank admits, blushing.
Out of the corner of my eye, I see Mikey gesturing for me to wrap it up. He points at his imaginary watch impatiently.
“T-Then I’ll drive you!” I say a little too enthusiastically. “I’ll meet you at your locker after school.” Then I duck into the crowd and make my way back to Mikey.
“I was in the middle of a conversation with Frank!” I hiss. “What is so important?”
“We need to get home and get everything ready for Frank! We don’t have any human food and there’s original Leonardo da Vinci masterpieces hanging on our walls. That’s not normal.” Mikey tells me.
“We can’t just skip school!”
“This is our 16th time going through high school. I think you’ll be okay. Now let’s go. If we leave now, we’ll have time to call in sick so you don’t taint that precious permanent record of yours.”
“Coglione…” I mutter as Mikey drags me down the hallway.
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TRANSLATIONS
Coglione- Douchebag
Splendido- Awesome, brilliant, splendid
Perfetto- Perfect
Maledizione- God damnit
Concentrare- Concentrate, focus
Vaffanculo- Fuck off
Cosa- What
Frank’s POV
I limp through the front doors of Belleview High, cursing myself for only owning skinny jeans. The tight fabric chafes against the burn, making me wince in pain. Stupid, shallow me for not wearing the bandages to school. I didn’t want them to create an awkward bump in my skintight jeans. But now I wish I had put them on.
I reach my locker and begin to twirl in my combination. Pete appears by my side instantly, a worried look on his face. “Hey.” he says quietly.
“Hey, man.” I reply, holding my fist up. Pete bumps it half-heartedly.
“Are you alright?” Pete asks. “I called your home phone last night, but your mom answered and said you needed to rest.”
“Yeah, I’m totally fine.” I reassure him. “The hospital didn’t keep me overnight or anything. They just gave me pain medication and treated me for minor smoke inhalation. I asked them if I could get medical marijuana and they got mad at me.”
Pete just gives me an incredibly sad look, his brown eyes filling with tears.
“Pete? What’s wrong?” I ask with concern. I’ve never seen him like this before.
“N-Nothing, Frank. I… I just…” Pete’s voice is choked with sobs. Suddenly, he throws himself at me and hugs me tightly.
I frown in confusion, but I hug my best friend back. What’s up with him??
“Good morning.” a familiar voice says behind me. I smile and turn around, Pete reluctantly letting go of me.
“Gerard!” I grin at the raven-haired boy. My palms begin to sweat, and electricity shoots up my spine. Ohmygodohmygodohmygod. He’s talking to me. He approached me and is now talking to me. Oh god, what do I do with my hands?? If I put them in my pockets, I’ll look like I’m trying to be cool. If I leave them by my side, I’ll look awkward as fuck. And looking awkward as fuck is not a good thing. Especially in front of someone like Gerard Way.
“So, Frank, I was wondering…” Gerard begins.
Yes, Gerard, I will marry you, is the first thing that comes to mind. What the fuck, me? I’m not gay! I just don’t like girls and I really want to get into Gerard’s pants…
“Would you like to come over after school?” Gerard looks embarrassed. “You know… hang out?”
Did… did I just hear what I think I heard? Gerard Way just invited me to hang out with him. Gerard Way just… oh my god.
“Yes!” I blurt. Fuck, that sounded way too eager. “I mean, s-sure. Yes. I would definitely like to… yes.” I stammer, feeling completely and utterly awkward.
Gerard grins. “Splendido!” he cheers. “I mean, uh, awesome.”
“I didn’t know you could speak Spanish!” I say. So he rescues people from fires and speaks another language? He’s a bilingual knight in black armor. God, he just keeps getting hotter.
“Italian,” Gerard corrects me, looking embarrassed again. “So, uh, here’s my address.” he pulls a folded piece of paper out of his pocket.
“I don’t have a license…” I blush.
“Then I’ll drive you!” Gerard says. “I’ll meet you at your locker after school.” And with that, he disappears into the steady flow of students moving down the hallway.
“You like him, don’t you?” Pete suddenly asks from behind me.
I turn around. “W-What are you talking about?” Fuck, he knows.
“That Jeremy dude.” Pete says. “You like him.”
“He’s a guy, Pete.” I say, laughing nervously. “And his name is Gerard.”
“Yesterday at lunch you told everyone that you don’t like girls.”
I freeze. Shhhhiiiiittttt. I forgot about that. “Well, uh, I…”
Pete cuts me off by wrapping his arms around me again. Before I can say a word, he disappears just as quickly as Gerard did.
--
Gerard’s POV
“Take this.” my brother says, shoving a piece of paper in my pocket.
“What is that?” I ask, reaching for the paper.
Mikey slaps my hand away. “It’s our address.”
I frown in confusion. “And what am I going to do with our address?”
“You’re going to approach Frank over there, hand him the paper, and invite him to come over tonight.” Mikey grins at me.
I gawk at my brother. “Cosa??”
“You heard me.” Mikey says. “I want you to be happy for once in your miserable life, and I want to meet the boy who’s been dominating your thoughts for the past 48 hours.”
“Stay out of my head! And since when does my little brother get to boss me around like this?” I complain.
“Since you turned into a total pussy.” Mikey shoves me towards Frank. “It’s really not that hard. Now go.”
I roll my eyes, but I start walking towards Frank anyways. I can’t believe I’m actually doing this… I’m going to invite Frank to come to my house.
As I walk towards Frank, the boy he’s talking to awkwardly lunges at Frank for a crushing hug. Frank sways haphazardly on his injured leg, but hugs the boy back. I scowl. The kid should be careful with Frank. And he’s hugging my Frank. Are they dating?? I hope they’re not dating. What the cazzo, Gerard?? You don’t even know if he’s gay!!
I stand behind Frank and clear my throat nervously. “Good morning.” I say. Really? Good morning?? This is the 21st century… Not the 1800’s.
Frank turns around, grinning broadly. “Gerard!”
Maledizione, he’s cute. My heart lurches at his smile. I nervously fiddle with my tie. He’s actually happy to see me!
Concentrare, Gerard, Mikey scolds.
Vaffanculo, I shoot back.
I look down awkwardly at my feet. “So, Frank, I was wondering… Would you like to come over after school? You know…”
They call it “hanging out.”
Thanks, Mikey.
“Hang out?” I finish.
Frank looks shell-shocked for a moment. Then his face breaks into one of his signature adorable grins again. “Yes! I mean, s-sure. Yes. I would definitely like to… yes.” he stutters, blushing. My heart melts. God damnit. He’s just too perfetto.
“Splendido!” I say. Shit. English, Gerard. “I mean, uh, awesome.”
“I didn’t know you could speak Spanish!” Frank says incredulously.
“Italian.” I tell him, embarrassed. “So, uh, here’s my address.” I pull out the piece of paper and hand it to Frank.
“I don’t have a license…” Frank admits, blushing.
Out of the corner of my eye, I see Mikey gesturing for me to wrap it up. He points at his imaginary watch impatiently.
“T-Then I’ll drive you!” I say a little too enthusiastically. “I’ll meet you at your locker after school.” Then I duck into the crowd and make my way back to Mikey.
“I was in the middle of a conversation with Frank!” I hiss. “What is so important?”
“We need to get home and get everything ready for Frank! We don’t have any human food and there’s original Leonardo da Vinci masterpieces hanging on our walls. That’s not normal.” Mikey tells me.
“We can’t just skip school!”
“This is our 16th time going through high school. I think you’ll be okay. Now let’s go. If we leave now, we’ll have time to call in sick so you don’t taint that precious permanent record of yours.”
“Coglione…” I mutter as Mikey drags me down the hallway.
---
TRANSLATIONS
Coglione- Douchebag
Splendido- Awesome, brilliant, splendid
Perfetto- Perfect
Maledizione- God damnit
Concentrare- Concentrate, focus
Vaffanculo- Fuck off
Cosa- What
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