Don't You Dare Believe It (2/9)
Title: Don't You Dare Believe It
Author: enimsaj_2
Pairing: Frank/Gerard
Rating: R
Warning: Language
Disclaimer: I only wish I owned them...
Summary: Frank hates school. Will Gerard's arrival at Frank and Mikey's school make things better? or... worse?
A/N - Chapter two is here! With 1373 words! =D I hope you all enjoy it. I know I do. ^.^ CC = love
Frank was having a bad day. He was in the principals office for the second time today. The first time, the principal had given him a stern warning and told him he'd "better not see him back in his office again" and sent him back to class. This time he was forced to endure a ten minute lecture on how to properly behave in class.
"It's not my fault I can't sit still for more than twenty minutes... I mean, really, who wants to learn about molecular structures and fucking covalent bonds? It's just not interesting, and -"
"Iero! Are you even paying attention?" Mr. Ross spat.
"Not really," Frank said before he could stop himself.
"Oh shit, did I seriously just say that?"
Mr. Ross' face reddened and his lips twisted into a harsh scowl.
"Now you listen to me, Iero. I've had it up to here -" He raised his hand above his head "- with your shenanigans! I am this close -" he held his thumb and forefinger a centimeter apart "- to kicking you out of here, and furthermore! You -"
The principal stopped and looked up as the door to his office opened. Frank turned around in the stiff leather seat. The secretary stood in the doorway looking apologetic.
"Sir? Um... Mrs. Way and her son are here," She threw a scathing glance at Frank before scurrying back out of the office.
Mr. Ross cleared his throat, looking back at Frank.
"Well! We will, uh, continue this discussion in a moment," He stood and walked to the door. "Wait here, and don't touch anything!" he growled.
He walked out of the office, leaving Frank to stare glumly around the small room.
"This is such bullshit..." Frank moaned. He slouched down and shoved his hands in his pockets. He could hear Mr. Ross talking cheerfully to Mrs. Way outside.
"-Sure he'll do fine here, Mrs. Way," He was saying. Mrs. Way said something back, speaking too quietly for Frank to hear, but the principal gave a short, barking laugh.
"No problem, no problem at all! Right, Gerard?" Mr. Ross said in a booming voice.
"Yeah, of course." Gerard replied.
Frank tensed up as soon as Gerard spoke. Everything he had been thinking about before vanished, replaced with the image of Gerard. Frank hadn't seen him much since what happened two years ago. He avoided going to Mikey's house if he could, but there were times when Mikey would keep questioning Frank, asking why he never came around.
Frank was transported back in time, his mind replaying that fateful night.
Gerard's long black hair hung in his face, dirty and unwashed... His clothes reeked of beer, cigarettes, and some putrid, unidentifiable smell... a look of pure malice covered his face as he approached Frank, cornering him in the musty basement...
Frank decided against telling anyone about what Gerard had done. He didn't want to be marked for the rest of his life as the unfortunate victim of yet another tragic rape story.
Just then, the office door opened and the principal barked, "Iero!"
Frank jumped up and walked over to him.
"Gerard here will be attending this school from now on. I have an important meeting I need to go to, so I want you to show him around the building."
Frank froze and his eyes flicked to Gerard and away again before he resumed his usual defiant stance and rolled his eyes with a small sigh.
"Fuck... Seriously?"
"Is there a problem?" The principal asked gruffly.
"No, sir," Frank said dully.
"Good! Mrs. Way, if you'll just fill out the necessary forms for Gerard's transfer... Alice! Please assign Gerard a locker." Mr. Ross looked at the secretary, who immediately started typing on her keyboard. Mere seconds later, the printer on her desk spat out a sheet of paper. She grabbed it and handed it to Mr. Ross. He looked it over and nodded, passing the paper to Gerard.
"Right. You'll have locker 41 in the junior hallway. Mr. Iero -" he gestured to Frank "- will show you around while your mother fills out some paperwork."
Gerard nodded and looked at Frank, who - until now - had been avoiding looking at Gerard. They stared at each other for a few seconds, Gerard's gaze never leaving Frank's. As Frank continued staring at Gerard, he thought he saw a flicker of some unnameable emotion shadow his face. Gerard's eyes widened the slightest bit and his lips twitched downwards, a gesture so small it couldn't be seen by anyone but Frank.
"Does he remember?" Frank wondered.
"Alright. Let's go," Frank finally said, breaking the silence.
He walked to the door and placed a hand on the door handle. Behind him, Mr. Ross cleared his throat.
"Iero!"
Frank turned to look at the principal.
"Don't think I've forgotten about your punishment. I'll be calling you back down here later to deal with you properly."
Frank nodded and walked out, Gerard following behind.
"Like having to deal with this jackass isn't enough punishment..." Frank thought.
He led Gerard to the junior hallway, pausing at his locker to drop off his books before showing locker 41 to Gerard.
He watched in silence as Gerard attempted to open his new locker. On the fourth try, Frank spoke up.
"It goes the other way."
"Hmm?" Gerard looked up.
"Here, let me." Frank took the paper with the locker information, glanced at it, and swiftly twisted the dial on the lock. The lock snapped open and Frank opened the door.
"Ah," said Gerard. "Thanks."
He stared into the empty locker, apparently becoming lost in thought. Frank took advantage of Gerard's momentary preoccupation and stared at him.
His messy - but clean - dark brown hair came down to his earlobes and looked as though Gerard had made a half-assed attempt at brushing it. He was dressed simply in a black t-shirt and faded leather jacket. The knees of his jeans were blown out, frayed edges clinging to smooth skin.
"You gonna check me out all day?"
Frank started and looked up at Gerard, stunned to see a small smile on his face.
"I... uh... you done here?" Frank pointed to the locker.
"Oh, yeah," Gerard shut the door and spun the lock's dial. "So, where to?"
Frank turned and started walking away. After a few seconds he stopped and looked back at Gerard.
"You coming?"
"Baby, I'll follow you to the ends of the earth." Gerard replied with a cocky grin.
>-<->-<->-<->-<->-<->-<
"Your English class is down that hall." Frank said, pointing.
"We aren't going down there?" Gerard asked as they walked past the dimly lit corridor.
"No."
"Then where -"
Frank placed a finger to his lips, motioning for Gerard to be quiet. They were approaching an open classroom door. Gerard took the hint and stopped asking questions.
Frank led Gerard down the long hall and then turned, trekking down yet another hall. They walked in silence. Finally, Frank stopped at a slim, brown door and turned the knob, pulling it open.
Chilly December air hit them suddenly, and Gerard found himself being pushed through the doorway. He blinked in the abrupt brightness and looked over at Frank. He was patting himself down, an unlit cigarette dangling from the corner of his mouth.
"Need a light?" Gerard asked, mildly amused.
"I could've sworn I... Fucking hell, I left it at home." He stopped slapping his pockets and took the cigarette from his lips. Gerard reached into his jacket and produced a small black lighter and pack of Marlboros. He handed the lighter to Frank and took out his own smoke. Sparking the lighter, Frank held the small flame to the tip of his cigarette, gently sucking on the filter. He breathed in the warm smoke, exhaled slowly, and passed the Bic to Gerard.
Gerard lit his cigarette and stowed the lighter in his jacket, glancing at Frank as he did. Frank was looking at him with a mixture of emotions on his face.
"What?" Gerard asked him, raising a dark eyebrow.
Frank stared at him for a moment, looked deep into his eyes. He took a drag of his cigarette.
"Do you remember?"
Author: enimsaj_2
Pairing: Frank/Gerard
Rating: R
Warning: Language
Disclaimer: I only wish I owned them...
Summary: Frank hates school. Will Gerard's arrival at Frank and Mikey's school make things better? or... worse?
A/N - Chapter two is here! With 1373 words! =D I hope you all enjoy it. I know I do. ^.^ CC = love
Frank was having a bad day. He was in the principals office for the second time today. The first time, the principal had given him a stern warning and told him he'd "better not see him back in his office again" and sent him back to class. This time he was forced to endure a ten minute lecture on how to properly behave in class.
"It's not my fault I can't sit still for more than twenty minutes... I mean, really, who wants to learn about molecular structures and fucking covalent bonds? It's just not interesting, and -"
"Iero! Are you even paying attention?" Mr. Ross spat.
"Not really," Frank said before he could stop himself.
"Oh shit, did I seriously just say that?"
Mr. Ross' face reddened and his lips twisted into a harsh scowl.
"Now you listen to me, Iero. I've had it up to here -" He raised his hand above his head "- with your shenanigans! I am this close -" he held his thumb and forefinger a centimeter apart "- to kicking you out of here, and furthermore! You -"
The principal stopped and looked up as the door to his office opened. Frank turned around in the stiff leather seat. The secretary stood in the doorway looking apologetic.
"Sir? Um... Mrs. Way and her son are here," She threw a scathing glance at Frank before scurrying back out of the office.
Mr. Ross cleared his throat, looking back at Frank.
"Well! We will, uh, continue this discussion in a moment," He stood and walked to the door. "Wait here, and don't touch anything!" he growled.
He walked out of the office, leaving Frank to stare glumly around the small room.
"This is such bullshit..." Frank moaned. He slouched down and shoved his hands in his pockets. He could hear Mr. Ross talking cheerfully to Mrs. Way outside.
"-Sure he'll do fine here, Mrs. Way," He was saying. Mrs. Way said something back, speaking too quietly for Frank to hear, but the principal gave a short, barking laugh.
"No problem, no problem at all! Right, Gerard?" Mr. Ross said in a booming voice.
"Yeah, of course." Gerard replied.
Frank tensed up as soon as Gerard spoke. Everything he had been thinking about before vanished, replaced with the image of Gerard. Frank hadn't seen him much since what happened two years ago. He avoided going to Mikey's house if he could, but there were times when Mikey would keep questioning Frank, asking why he never came around.
Frank was transported back in time, his mind replaying that fateful night.
Gerard's long black hair hung in his face, dirty and unwashed... His clothes reeked of beer, cigarettes, and some putrid, unidentifiable smell... a look of pure malice covered his face as he approached Frank, cornering him in the musty basement...
Frank decided against telling anyone about what Gerard had done. He didn't want to be marked for the rest of his life as the unfortunate victim of yet another tragic rape story.
Just then, the office door opened and the principal barked, "Iero!"
Frank jumped up and walked over to him.
"Gerard here will be attending this school from now on. I have an important meeting I need to go to, so I want you to show him around the building."
Frank froze and his eyes flicked to Gerard and away again before he resumed his usual defiant stance and rolled his eyes with a small sigh.
"Fuck... Seriously?"
"Is there a problem?" The principal asked gruffly.
"No, sir," Frank said dully.
"Good! Mrs. Way, if you'll just fill out the necessary forms for Gerard's transfer... Alice! Please assign Gerard a locker." Mr. Ross looked at the secretary, who immediately started typing on her keyboard. Mere seconds later, the printer on her desk spat out a sheet of paper. She grabbed it and handed it to Mr. Ross. He looked it over and nodded, passing the paper to Gerard.
"Right. You'll have locker 41 in the junior hallway. Mr. Iero -" he gestured to Frank "- will show you around while your mother fills out some paperwork."
Gerard nodded and looked at Frank, who - until now - had been avoiding looking at Gerard. They stared at each other for a few seconds, Gerard's gaze never leaving Frank's. As Frank continued staring at Gerard, he thought he saw a flicker of some unnameable emotion shadow his face. Gerard's eyes widened the slightest bit and his lips twitched downwards, a gesture so small it couldn't be seen by anyone but Frank.
"Does he remember?" Frank wondered.
"Alright. Let's go," Frank finally said, breaking the silence.
He walked to the door and placed a hand on the door handle. Behind him, Mr. Ross cleared his throat.
"Iero!"
Frank turned to look at the principal.
"Don't think I've forgotten about your punishment. I'll be calling you back down here later to deal with you properly."
Frank nodded and walked out, Gerard following behind.
"Like having to deal with this jackass isn't enough punishment..." Frank thought.
He led Gerard to the junior hallway, pausing at his locker to drop off his books before showing locker 41 to Gerard.
He watched in silence as Gerard attempted to open his new locker. On the fourth try, Frank spoke up.
"It goes the other way."
"Hmm?" Gerard looked up.
"Here, let me." Frank took the paper with the locker information, glanced at it, and swiftly twisted the dial on the lock. The lock snapped open and Frank opened the door.
"Ah," said Gerard. "Thanks."
He stared into the empty locker, apparently becoming lost in thought. Frank took advantage of Gerard's momentary preoccupation and stared at him.
His messy - but clean - dark brown hair came down to his earlobes and looked as though Gerard had made a half-assed attempt at brushing it. He was dressed simply in a black t-shirt and faded leather jacket. The knees of his jeans were blown out, frayed edges clinging to smooth skin.
"You gonna check me out all day?"
Frank started and looked up at Gerard, stunned to see a small smile on his face.
"I... uh... you done here?" Frank pointed to the locker.
"Oh, yeah," Gerard shut the door and spun the lock's dial. "So, where to?"
Frank turned and started walking away. After a few seconds he stopped and looked back at Gerard.
"You coming?"
"Baby, I'll follow you to the ends of the earth." Gerard replied with a cocky grin.
>-<->-<->-<->-<->-<->-<
"Your English class is down that hall." Frank said, pointing.
"We aren't going down there?" Gerard asked as they walked past the dimly lit corridor.
"No."
"Then where -"
Frank placed a finger to his lips, motioning for Gerard to be quiet. They were approaching an open classroom door. Gerard took the hint and stopped asking questions.
Frank led Gerard down the long hall and then turned, trekking down yet another hall. They walked in silence. Finally, Frank stopped at a slim, brown door and turned the knob, pulling it open.
Chilly December air hit them suddenly, and Gerard found himself being pushed through the doorway. He blinked in the abrupt brightness and looked over at Frank. He was patting himself down, an unlit cigarette dangling from the corner of his mouth.
"Need a light?" Gerard asked, mildly amused.
"I could've sworn I... Fucking hell, I left it at home." He stopped slapping his pockets and took the cigarette from his lips. Gerard reached into his jacket and produced a small black lighter and pack of Marlboros. He handed the lighter to Frank and took out his own smoke. Sparking the lighter, Frank held the small flame to the tip of his cigarette, gently sucking on the filter. He breathed in the warm smoke, exhaled slowly, and passed the Bic to Gerard.
Gerard lit his cigarette and stowed the lighter in his jacket, glancing at Frank as he did. Frank was looking at him with a mixture of emotions on his face.
"What?" Gerard asked him, raising a dark eyebrow.
Frank stared at him for a moment, looked deep into his eyes. He took a drag of his cigarette.
"Do you remember?"