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Is it hard understanding	By : screwthisimouttahere Category: My Chemical Romance > AU - Alternate Universe Views: 1063 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: i do not own the frerard fandom, nor do i know My Chemical Romance, Gerard Way, Frank Iero or Mikey Way. i do not make any profit from this story and it is completely fiction.

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Chapter 4
Confused (GPOV)
After he bumped into me in music class my head was spinning. The look on his face when he took a sip… and the moan… Jesus Christ! The moan! I had to give him my coffee. I mean, at first it was for charity, I’d recognize that face anywhere, lack of caffeine. Something I have suffered from many times, so why not give a helping hand to a fellow addict? But after the little display, I just had to give it to him so that maybe I could catch another view of his face. I think he caught me gaping at him though, but he never showed it.
This is so weird. Why am I thinking of him like this. I mean he’s just another dude at school, but for some reason he seems more special to me... he brings out reactions in me I never knew.
Like that burning electricity when I touched his forehead… I mean I didn’t even mean to do that! It was like my hands had a life of their own! Here I am the ‘new guy’ prodding a complete stranger in the middle of a classroom! Luckily he didn’t seem to mind, so as soon as I saw the teacher come in I ran away before I did something I’d regret.
As I walked to the cafeteria I ran into Mikey who was picking his books from the floor.
“Hey Mikes! You 'kay?” I said to him as I picked the last book to help him out.
“Yeah okay…fine…” he smiled up at me, but it didn’t reach his eyes.
“Hey M, what’s wrong? Is someone already bullying you?” I asked incredulously.
He looked down shaking his head, “Hey look at me… I’m not buying that shit, who was it? Mikey, who was it?!”
He stood there staring at me shaking his head. “I can’s believe this shit! you’ve been here, what, five hours?! Mikey, tell me who was it.” I told him with a stern look.
He looked down shuffling his feet, “No one… it doesn’t matter… I just tripped, I’m such a fucking looser…” he almost whispered.
With all the noise in the halls I barely heard him, but I did, and I was pissed, no one messes with my little brother. No one. Not even him.
“Listen its fine, really… no harm done, see? Just klutzy old me.” he said smiling at me and pointing to his body.
“Hey don’t say that, you’re not a looser… though you are kind of a klutz” I teased him.
He chuckled and smiled, it made me instantly feel better. He bid me goodbye as he walked to a classroom near by. I watched him leave and turned to go to the cafeteria. Though I wasn’t hungry anymore I could at least get a refill on my coffee.
Shit! Where’s my mug? Damn it! That kid from music class has it, doesn’t he? Fuck it, I’ll just get coffee from a cardboard cup, they must have those right?
“Sorry, we don’t serve coffee anymore, the principal forbid it last year after a caffeine induced riot.” said the lunch lady smiling at me… smiling! She was saying there wasn’t any coffee on premises, How could she be smiling?!
Just then I could hear someone running in my direction, I sighed frustrated and turned to see the extremely friendly blonde girl stopping in front of me beaming at me and asking me again to join her in her table for lunch. I peered behind her to see a table full of kids either smiling or staring in my direction, but no sight of the guy from the bus.
Fuck it, I'm pissed already, I’m going home.
“Sorry… I-I’m… Uh…Yeah…Okay, bye…” I stammered and headed to the front door leaving her standing alone without an answer.
I know it was rude, but maybe that way she’ll leave me alone, plus I’m too pissed to care about politeness right now, so I just walked silently to the nearest bus stop to wait for the bus that would leave me in a small park near my house. As I got off the bus I saw the perfect spot to chill for a bit before I had to go back home ‘after school’, but as I walked towards the tree I saw the guy from the bus walking on the sidewalk in front of the park.
I have to talk to him.
‘Why?’
Because… he could-he could be my friend right?
‘No, stop bullshitting me, why do you want to talk to him.
I don’t know but I need an excuse…
‘No, no you don’t, don’t you dare go talk to him-‘
Before my conscience could finish reprimanding me for impulsive acting I had already thrown my bag near the tree and started walking towards him.
And before I could stop myself, I was already behind him and tapping his shoulder.
He calmly turned around and said “Hey.”
“Hi… umm… Sorry to bother you, I just saw you and… I’m assuming you’re skipping school as well?” I managed to get out looking at the floor and rubbing the back of my neck.
“Uh yeah, for a first day it was kind of overwhelming.” he chuckled.
You don’t have to say that twice.
“Yeah, I know what you mean.” I couldn’t resist his eyes so I recurred to looking at my feet again.
Dammit! Any other great ideas? Nope?… Jesus! What the hell is my excuse for being here?
‘Told you it was a bad idea, but NOOOO you couldn’t just listen to me.’
Shut the fuck up! What do I talk to him about?
My mind was completely blank as I tried to figure something to talk to him about. I wasn’t ready to leave yet but it was getting extremely uncomfortable.
“Hey, was there like something you needed maybe?” I heard him say softly.
Shit! what do I tell him now?! Think! Think dammit! I give up.
“No, not really. Sorry I bothered you… I-I should… be going now.” I sighed pointing to the tree behind me.
I started making a beeline towards my spot before I said something stupid, when I heard him call me. “Hey!”
As soon as I turned, completely shocked, he continued.
“What’s your name?” he asked biting his lip.
God! He was sexy.
I was smirking and looking at the floor, he wants to talk to me-wait, what the fuck?! I was extremely confused yet I found myself smiling at him and nearing him while I answered his question.
“Gerard… Gerard Way... you?” I had my hand extended to shake his.
A part of me was craving his touch, craving the electricity, and part of me was terrified of feeling it… and it didn’t disappoint. The moment our hands touched a bolt run through my body making me tremble, fear and excitement mixed together. I was so out of it that I barely heard him say “Frank.”
Frank? That's pretty… pretty?! What the fuck is wrong with me today?!
“Frank?” Frank what?
“Uh, yeah… Frank, Frank Iero…?” I chuckled at that, he seemed so nervous.
“Well, nice to meet you Frank Iero”
“Wha-what…?” he said with a look so confused it was adorable.
I smiled back and repeated slowly “I said, nice to meet you Frank Iero.”
He smiled back “Nice to meet you too Gerard.”
I was reluctant to let go of his hand but I didn’t want to make him uncomfortable, for all I know he could be a homophobe, not that it mattered cause I wasn’t gay, but he could misinterpret it. I was brought back from my internal struggle when I heard an amazing sound, a soft laughter. I looked up to see Frank still holding my hand and pointing with his left one behind me, laughing.
“A dog is stealing your shit, thought you should know.” he said between chuckles.
It took me a second to process what he was telling me, I could feel the realization hit me as I turned on my feet to see a German Sheppard munching on my bag, shaking his head and spilling all contents onto the grass.
“Shit! Shoo! Go away!” I screamed as I run towards the dog praying it wouldn’t suddenly bolt with my shit still on its mouth. As I neared him, he began to jump from side to side playing, I was angry as fuck, I was so not playing with this dog.
“Give. Me. My. Shit. Back!” I said with every step I took towards the devil’s spawn until I jumped-or tried to at least-on top of him, of course landing on the ground frustrated as fuck and empty handed.
“FUUUUUUUUCK!!!!!” I screamed frustrated at the grass with my head buried on the ground.
I heard Frank’s laughter again and turned to glare at him, only to see him crouching by the demonic dog patting him on the stomach, smiling at me and showing me my destroyed bag on his other hand chuckling.
Okay this is officially NOT funny.
His laughter increased when he saw my face, he was actually ROFLing!
“You do realize how UN-funny this situation is, right?” I said glaring at him.
His only response being gasps between giggles. I stood up and marched to where he was rolling on the floor, stomping to scare the beast that was wagging his tail next to him. I snatched my bag from his grasp and I almost cried when I saw the damage. My bag, my beautiful messenger bag that took me forever to paint and draw had been mutilated! It was just a pile of unrecognizable shreds of black and coloured fabric, all the drawings lost in little pieces of drooled cloth. I swear I had to sniff to stop myself from crying, all my hard work…lost…
“Hey, you okay?” I heard as I felt a hand on my shoulder.
I looked up and saw in his eyes real concern. “I’m sorry for laughing… I-I thought it was just a bag… I didn’t realise…”
I noticed how worried he was, he knew he’d screwed up, but it wasn’t his fault, it was just a bag after all… it was the meaning that I was mourning for.
“Hey, no, don’t worry is just that it bums me that all the artwork is lost, that’s all.” I said looking down back at the remains of my little friend, I saw a hand reach out to pick it, and I handed it to Frank.
“Hey, you had some nice things here… I think.” he said turning over and over the bag and tilting his head, I couldn’t help but laugh at that. He smiled at me and I had to smile back.
“Hey why don’t we go buy a new one? I mean if you want to?” he said with an exited look on his face.
My smile widened at the idea, and something tells me it has more to do about the company than the actual act. I looked down cause I could feel the blush creeping up on me and I didn’t want him to see that. Only girls are supposed to blush. I looked at the floor and my eye caught sight of a piece of paper. Suddenly it hit me, as I snapped my head up and frantically looked around. All my books were scattered everywhere, my notebooks opened and ripped, torn papers everywhere, I sighed in resignation.
I saw Frank take a look around and wince at the view, but he immediately bent down and began picking the papers and books. I followed him suit picking my pens and notebooks. “Hey, you don’t have to do this you know?” I told him.
First I interrupt his walk and now he’s picking shit for me, it isn’t fair.
“Hey, don’t worry, my pleasure” he said with a dazzling smile. I shook my head to clear it and continue picking the rest of my stuff.
“Fuck, now what?” I asked as I watched my arms full of books and Frank’s full of papers.
“Hmm… maybe I could carry them for you? In my bag? Until we buy you a new one!” he said beaming at me.
I couldn’t help but smile back at him. “Thanks. Hey, why are you so nice to me?”
All the while we were picking my stuff up we talked and got to know each other a bit, that still didn’t make us friends, for him to be so helpful and kind to me, yet I felt so close to him already.
“We’re friends right? That’s what friends do for each other. Plus... I like you, you-um you’re a pretty cool guy.” he chuckled blushing furiously looking at the floor.
He looked up still a bit pink and extended his arms to receive the books I was holding. After he put everything in his bag, which now looked unbelievably full and heavy, he extended his hand towards me.
“C’mon now, lets go get you a new bag before my back breaks” he said laughing and took my hand dragging me back to the bus stop.
All I could think about while being dragged was Frank’s hand in mine, and the fact I was spending the whole afternoon alone with him, on his own free will. He looked back at me and his reassuring smile mirrored mine.
Maybe I kinda do like this guy…
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