"You're basically a hero." Megan announced: a ridiculous grin plastered upon her face as she sat down beside Ryan, who looked practically dead inside after attending his first maths lesson in weeks now.

"Oh, okay..." Ryan trailed off, not really having listened to what Megan was saying to him, because a large portion of the time, it was all nonsense anyway, or a detailed recount of the lashton fanfiction she'd read the previous night in the place of getting eight hours of sleep.

"Like a real proper hero!" She exclaimed, noting the lack of enthusiasm in Ryan's tone and feeling a little disheartened by it. "A real hero." She reiterated, raising her voice to the point where Ryan struggled to block it out.

"What?" He asked, attempting to process what Megan had been saying. "What the fuck are you talking about?"

"You're a hero!" She said, again, as if he hadn't gotten that part by now, "after getting creepy Alan expelled you're like... you're like the kind of hero who would go back in time and kill Hitler or like reveal the Larry truth to the nation. He was a total creep, like everyone knows it was actually you who vandalised the school as well, but like that's whatever, they're just happy Alan is gone, well, like everyone besides Muddy but Muddy can go fuck herself because no one else is going to."

"Well, it was either me or him wasn't it?" Ryan laughed a little, "and hey, I should be a hero for having to actually go to maths now. That's why Brendon didn't expel me, he said I had to like actually try at school, which is bullshit because he does not try."

Megan shrugged, "maybe you shouldn't fail your exams and end up being homeless and living in a box behind Walmart, just maybe?" And that was probably the least ridiculous thing Megan Clifford had said throughout the entirety of her life, but Ryan took it as little more than the opposite.

He laughed it off in fact, "I don't need to fucking worry about that," he shook his head, "I'm not gonna be homeless, Megan, I promise you, but maths class can seriously go fuck itself. I bet you Muddy likes maths-"

"She doesn't actually. She's just really stupid, you know?" Megan went on, leaving Ryan to regret indulging her in subject of slating Muddy Warter. "Like really fucking stupid. Did you know she wants to be a make up artist? Like that's gonna go amazingly..."

"Let her dream." Ryan shrugged it off, laughing a little, "let her dream, let her fail - it's all part of the fun. I mean we have dreams, we might fail, we might not, it's all luck isn't it... it's not maths class it's fate, like-"

"Ryan are you stoned?" Megan began to laugh at him, "you can't use tarot cards to predict your exam answers or whatever you're getting at here."

"I'm just saying that maybe I don't need maths class for what I want to do." Ryan shrugged it off, biting his lip: knowing that he was absolutely never going to mention his more than slight passion for music to Megan, because she'd honestly never shut the fuck up about it and try to transform him into Luke Hemmings or something.

"What? Prostitution?" Megan laughed a little, brushing her hair out of her face, "because you're not stealing my dream, because I think I'd make a very good prostitute, like I've had sex once probably maybe it was sex well I think it was sex therefore it is sex-"

"Megan, having a sex dream about Michael Clifford doesn't mean you're not a virgin," Ryan rolled his eyes, cringing at the notion of such a thing.

"That's not what I'm talking about." She said with a smirk.

Ryan decided it was better to drop the subject before it got horrific. "So... so people like have respect for me or something?"

"I wouldn't say respect, but..." Megan trailed off, her eyes widening as she caught sight of two men stood a little way down the corridor, "shit, is that... is that Frank and Mr Way?"

Ryan stood up, his eyes widening, ready to seriously discuss anything besides Megan's perhaps real or not so real sex life. "Yeah," he turned back to Megan, his eyes widening a little, "I think it is."

"Ohmygod. There's gonna be some Frerard action!" Megan exclaimed, her voice going a little squeaky as she did so.

"Okay so what the fuck is that?" Ryan asked, looking at his best friend with concern, holding her back from practically running over to Frank and Mr Way and asking them to kiss for her or something equally as embarrassing.

"Frerard?" Megan asked, all too casually, of course. "That's the ship name for Frank and Gerard, it's like Lashton but in real life, and we get to watch! That bitch called Tracy thinks she made the name up but you know me, Ryan, you fucking know that I came up with Frerard-"

"I think you seriously need to calm the fuck down." Ryan suggested, gently pushing Megan away from Frank and Gerard and their seemingly heterosexual and vaguely platonic conversation; he didn't much care for teachers, but he cared for people's basic privacy, and he seriously did not want to see Megan embarrass herself so spectacularly, despite how funny it had the possibility of being - Ryan wasn't that much of a shit friend, or at least he reckoned so.

"God, it's like you ship Frax or something! God, you're a literal hater, Ryan. Frax is the fucking notp here!" She exclaimed once they'd made it decently far away enough. "Frax is Frank and Max, by the way."

"Yes Frank and his boyfriend.... supporting Frank's relationship with his boyfriend and not intruding into his life and friendships, Megan, what a hateful thing to do." Ryan rolled his eyes.

"You're not such a fucking hero anymore, you know I'd tell everyone you ship Frax and then they'd change their minds, but I'm a good friend and I give a shit about you, so I won't do that, but seriously you need to be educated on this, Ryan, Frerard is real as fuck-"

"Yeah...." Ryan trailed off, "honestly, I'd rather go to maths. I'm glad Brendon isn't making me learn about Frerard to not get expelled, although I don't doubt the possibility of such a thing... he is Brendon."

"I should come up with a ship name for you two!" Megan exclaimed, her eyes lighting up. "How about.... Brenyan?"

"How about no?" Ryan shook his head in disbelief, forever questioning his friendship with Megan.

-

Being friends with Gerard was easier than Frank had anticipated.

Perhaps it shouldn't have been so surprising, because that's what they been - that\s who they'd started off as - friends, people who cared about each other and enjoyed spending time with one another, and that was just that.

Although, Frank was perhaps spending what was now an excess of time with Gerard, but he'd argue that it was just to make up for time that they'd lost arguing, but Gerard never did and never would ask, because he wanted Frank around even more so than Frank wanted to be around him.

Frank had even gone to the extent of spending his free lesson with Gerard, in Gerard's lesson, because, yeah, he totally needed to learn some art, and he totally didn't have like a whole class worth of essays to mark or anything, like seriously, he had nothing better to do than stare at Gerard's ass.

Okay, he wasn't spending the entirety of the time just doing that - he stared at other parts of Gerard's body too. Gerard had really nice legs, and Frank had never really noticed that before, but goddamn. Wait what... Frank wasn't checking out Gerard or anything, he was just happening to look in his direction, as he sat on the end of Gerard's desk just three minutes before class was due to start, totally not starting at Gerard's ass as he watched him hand out some worksheets.

This was one of Gerard's okay classes - they weren't his favourite, but they were definitely alright to deal with that, like they actually tried and were okay for a good eighty percent of time, but there was nothing spectacular about them as a whole, and there was no one that stood out to him to have any form of talent or even be a vaguely interesting person.

There was, of course, Megan Clifford in this class, and it was only then that Gerard realised just what a terrible idea having Frank just sat there, making fucking dumb comments and looking like an actual angel, was, of course, Gerard was never, despite Megan Clifford, or even a whole army of like minded people, Megan clones, even, going to ask Frank Iero to leave.

"You've stopped," Frank commented from across the room: trying not to seem noticeably disappointed when Gerard turned to face him, removing him from the excellent view of his ass.

Gerard bit his lip, laughing a little as he placed a worksheet down on the table. "Megan Clifford's in this class."

"The next class?" Frank exclaimed, having experienced more than enough of Megan Clifford in his own classes as it was.

"Mmm hmm." Gerard nodded, flashing a smile in Frank's direction, "she's actually not too bad at art, not spectacular, but she's good." He nodded, finishing handing out the worksheets.

"She talks about you a lot in my class." Frank added as Gerard made his way back to the desk.

Gerard raised his eyebrows, "you talk about me a lot in your class," he laughed a little, "or so I've heard."

"So do you." Frank met Gerard's gaze, "as I've heard. From Megan, mostly, from other people though. Sometimes I don't even get to open the powerpoint I downloaded from the internet before everyone starts talking about you and then suddenly the lesson is over. You're gonna give all these kids Ds."

"Frank please don't say I'm giving underage kids the D." Gerrard shook his head in disbelief.

"That's not what I meant!" Frank exclaimed, rolling his eyes, "D grades! As in they'll do badly if they keep talking about you and not letting me teach. Fs, if that makes you feel better. You give them an F."

"An F?" Gerard stood before Frank, still perched on the end of Gerard's desk, and met his gaze, "an F for fuck?"

"An F for fuck off." Frank groaned out, leaning against the file cabinet besides Gerard's desk, "it's like you want me to say that you fuck kids or something."

"I'm just saying, you," he gestured towards Frank, "need to be more careful with your words."

"I'd give you an F." Frank commented, smirking a little.

"An F for fuck?" Gerard asked, raising his eyebrows a little, leaving Frank in something close to anaphylactic shock, however, the bell rung, signally the class starting before Frank could even figure out just what the fuck he was supposed to say in response.

Frank sat there, watching as Gerard made his way over to the door, letting his students in and mumbling some sort of casual hello in their direction before walking past Frank and over to the whiteboard. Honestly, there was some part of Frank that was just intrigued by his teaching style and how the majority of the students seemed to like him so much, but for the most part, Frank was here for his ass, even if he wouldn't admit it to himself.

And yes, Gerard had just dropped his whiteboard pen on the floor, and had had to bend down to pick it up, so Frank was having the time of his life. Of course, until Megan Clifford walked in.

The students who'd made their way in so far had noticed his presence: most had thought little of it, a few had whispered something to their friend, but Megan... Megan had done just a little more than that.

Megan had made about three steps in through the doorway before noticing Frank, and pointing wildly before exclaiming, "oh my god, it's Frank Oreo!"

The room fell into an awkward giggly silence, as Gerard turned around, raising his eyebrows at Megan, before pointing to her seat and telling her to sit down.

"I've taught you for like half a year now, and you still don't know my name?" Frank asked, laughing a little as he pushed his hair from his face. "It's Iero."

"It's impossible to pronounce - that's what it is." Another kid spoke up, gaining a few nods from the class.

"Yeah, and you just ask people to call you Frank, anyway." Megan continued, narrowing her eyes a little.

"That's not very professional, is it?" Gerard spoke up, leaning back against the whiteboard and looking between Megan and Frank, with a small smile upon his face. "Mr Iero," Gerard shook his head, making no secret about the fact that he was just showing off the fact he could pronounce Frank's last name.

"Doesn't he have a class to teach?" Another kid asked.

"I've got a free lesson." Frank explained, "and nothing better to do. Also I was here at break and I don't really want to move."

Gerard snorted a little, because he knew about the essays Frank had to mark, but he also knew that there was no way in hell he was going to bring it up properly and risk fucking up the friendship that they'd finally seemed to work out now.

It was however, then that everyone's favourite student, Muddy Warter began to walk, apparently late because she'd spent the past five minutes in the toilets doing her make up - made evident from the fact that she'd gotten mascara all over her eyelids, eyebrows, and bottom half of her forehead.

"Oh, fuck, I forgot she existed!" Megan exclaimed again, perhaps not having thought that through before she'd said it aloud.

Gerard rolled his eyes, glancing between the two, and then at Frank for help. Frank, however, shot him a look that conveyed, 'dude it's not my lesson, fucking sort it out yourself', to which, Gerard rolled his eyes, because Frank was awfully pretty but awfully stupid at the same time.

"Why are you late?" Gerard let out a sigh, turning to face Muddy, desperately trying to remember what her actual name was, but failing spectacularly.

"I have to be five minutes late before you can give me a detention so I'm not late." Muddy proclaimed in what was literally the most annoying tone you had ever heard.

"Okay sure." Gerard stared her down, rolling his eyes, before making his way over to his desk and pulling out a detention letter, before holding it up to her. "Sit down." Needless to say, she stopped smiling at that point. "Fuck, what's her name?" Gerard whispered to Frank as he grabbed a pen, "I can't write Muddy on this." He gestured to the detention letter.

"Do it." Frank laughed a little, smiling down at the letter.

Gerard rolled his eyes, "I'll check on the register," before getting up and doing the register.

Frank found himself incredibly amused by the whole Muddy incident; he reckoned the reason people either loved or hated Gerard was the fact that he simply didn't give a fuck about what he did, and didn't hold back his personality at all. He could tell that Muddy certainly hated Gerard, as she sat there, pretending to cry, whilst no one gave a single fuck about her.

Once Gerard had finished the register, he proceeded to scribble down some vague, barely readable instructions about their work on the board, before handing Muddy her detention slip with more of a smirk that was definitely necessary, and making his way over to Frank.

Frank found himself fucking laughing as Megan yelled, "suck it!" Across the room at Muddy. He was honestly just incredibly relieved that Muddy wasn't in any of his classes.

"I want to kill them." Gerard told him, leaning against his desk and rolling his eyes. "At least Megan's not talking about us, though, because that'd be all kinds of hellish."

"Yeah," Frank nodded, blushing a little, "who do you think would win in a fight? Megan or Muddy?"

"Megan." Gerard said, almost instantly, "Megan scares me a little. She means well, probably, but she doesn't fucking calm down at all. Also, don't tell anyone this, but Chantal told me she brought a knife into school the other day."

"How the fuck does Chantal know that?" Frank asked: still a little unsure when it came to Chantal Claret.

"She smoked weed with Ryan Ross yesterday. Ryan and Megan, are somehow, best friends." Gerard let out a laugh, meeting Frank's eyes. "I don't understand it personally."

"I think Ryan's too fucked up to realise who she even is." Frank laughed a little, shrugging, "I don't get how he hasn't been expelled yet, honestly."

"Mr Urie likes him, for some reason. He likes him. And there you go - that's why." Gerard shook his head in disbelief, "also he doesn't want to do the paperwork-" Gerard was cut off as Megan let out a shriek - Muddy had thrown paint at her, and a whole fucking lot of paint. "Fuck my life." Gerard cursed, throwing his head back into Frank, leaving Frank to giggle a little, before he made his way over to them, turning on his best 'responsible teacher, I totally give the slightest fuck' facade.

"Muddy, do you want another detention?" Gerard let out a sigh, looking over the two in disbelief.

"Mr Way!" Megan exclaimed, "she attacked me... with paint - she should get expelled for that!"

"Megan, just go to the toilets and clean it up, okay?" Gerard let out a defeated sigh, watching as Megan left, slamming the door behind her, wondering- fuck, hoping she wouldn't come back, before turning to Muddy and shaking his head again. "So, do you want another detention because I can write you one?"

"No." Muddy shook her head, pretending to cry again.

"Well, why did you do that then?" He asked, glancing around at the students around them, but everyone seemed far more inclined to just stare and listen into the conversation than actually provide any help.

"Don't know-"

Thankfully, Muddy was cut off by a knocking on the windows, and as the class turned, a chorus of 'oh my god's and 'what the fuck's were let out as they saw that Megan had not gone to the toilets but instead fetched Ryan Ross, who had somehow acquired a paintbrush and was now getting the paint off Megan and using it to paint onto the windows.

"Oh for fuck's sake." Gerard let out a sigh, not even caring what people thought. "What is he even writing?"

Frank got up to get a better look, and ended up laughing his head off, "someone tell him that he's writing it backwards- actually don't."

"What's he writing?" Someone else asked again.

"I think," Frank began, "he's writing, 'Muddy is a bitch'."

Gerard let out a sigh, leaning closer to Frank, before muttering, "well, he's not wrong."

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