"Ryan, it was for the greater good of the universe, come on, don't look so upset." Megan pleaded, pulling her best friend into an awkward hug that was really unpleasant for both of them, before continuing to watch Ryan descend into a downward spiral of self pity and overworrying.

"Well, I'm fucking sorry that the only thing you fucking care about is whether Frank and Mr Way are fucking each other, Megan, but I have fucking feelings too, and I-" Ryan choked up, stopping himself, because no, he couldn't fucking cry. Megan was his best friend, but still, he wasn't going to fucking cry in front of her. He couldn't fucking cry in front of her.

He didn't want her to thank he was a pathetic piece of shit, after all. Because the thing was, Ryan did care what people thought, and it was at times like these that he struggled to keep pretending that everything was one hundred percent okay in his mind and that he couldn't give less of a shit.

"I'm sorry." Megan let out a sigh, knowing she'd fucked up a little. "I know you have feelings. I'm just saying, I'm trying to point out the good in the situation."

"Well, there's no fucking good in the situation for me." Ryan fell back against the wall of Megan's bedroom and cursed a little. "Brendon's got all fucking neurotic about shit, and he's like oh we have to act like we're not dating, and he won't listen to me or let me just sit in his office for like ten fucking minutes, and it really fucking sucks. And this is Frank's fault for fucking walking in on us, and fucking everything up-"

"Frank didn't mean to!" Megan exclaimed, defending her English teacher fave. "And anyway, look, he doesn't give a fuck. No one at this school gives a fuck, and you know that, don't you? Like half the teachers are fucking people they shouldn't be.

"It just fucking sucks okay?" Ryan groaned a little, "because he acts like he fucking hates me or some shit and I can't deal with that, you know, fucking beinginlovewithhimandallthatshit-"

"Ryan!" Megan's eyes practically fell out of their sockets. "You- you-"

"Yes." He let out a sigh, "fucking surprised you give a shit since Mr Way and Frank hugged once in front of you-"

"Ryan, please you don't understand how fucking romantic that shit was - I filmed it if you wanna see, like if you saw I think you'd understand, because like everyone's feeling the gay between those two - you know what I mean?"

"Megan, I honestly couldn't give the least shit about them." Ryan hit her with it straight, expecting Megan to scream at him for at least an hour like that one time he'd said '5 Seconds Of Shit', but somehow, for some reason, she didn't. "I know you're really happy about this, but I honest to good fucking wished it never happened, you know? Because then my boyfriend wouldn't be such a dick around me."

"That's not Frank's fault. That's Brendon's fault for not handling the situation correctly." Megan told him, "I'd try to talk to him for you, but like I don't think he likes me. So you should talk to him-"

"Like he's going to fucking listen to me. It'll just start a fight and I don't want things to get worse. Fuck, can things even get worse?" Ryan's jaw dropped in horror, before groaning a little.

"Talk to him." Megan raised her voice a little. "I'll come with you if you want."

"Fuck, I'm not talking to him in real life, I-" Ryan bit his lip, pulling out his cellphone, calling Brendon and putting his phone on speaker, as he regretted every decision he'd ever made in his life, because Megan was destined to either completely fix or ruin everything in the space of about thirty seconds, and well, perhaps Ryan just couldn't give that much more of a shit anymore, or perhaps he'd just smoked too much weed.

Who knew?

And honestly, Ryan didn't have enough time to really contemplate and ponder over the aforementioned, before Brendon fucking picked up the phone.

"Ryan?" He asked, his tone nice enough, but a little shaky, and before Ryan could even figure out what the fuck he was going to say, Megan took the phone out of his hand and began to absolutely fucking wreck her headteacher... as you do.

"I'm sorry, Mr Urie, but what the fuck do you think you're doing being a dick to Ryan. He's fucking upset - he's really fucking upset, and that's your fault, and now he's even scared to talk to you about it. I want you to apologise, and I want you to stop being so fucking overworried, Frank doesn't care that you're sleeping with him - isn't that obvious? He just wanted that France trip so Gerard would be more inclined to suck his dick. I thought that was obvious."

Brendon didn't quite know what the fuck to say in response to Megan Clifford practically lecturing him down the phone.

"Uhh... I..." He stumbled out, blushing a little and generally thanking god that this was a phone call and not a face to face conversation. "I'm sorry, tell him I'm sorry, I never meant to- I just, Megan, I really care a lot about him and I don't want things to fuck up and end up losing him. I can't losing him, do you understand? It's like... it's like..." Brendon wondered how he could put this into terms Megan could understand and relate to. "Losing Ryan to me would be like if Michael died to you."

"Don't even talk about Michael dying, I'm gonna-"

Ryan bit his lip, really fucking close to crying now as he pulled his phone away from Megan, took it off speaker and walked out of her room, leaning against the hallway wall, holding his breath. "You're not gonna lose me." He told him rather simply.

"Ryan- I... I... I didn't know you were there, I-"

"It's my phone, you dickhead." Ryan laughed a little.

"I'm not putting stealing your phone to call me past Megan." Brendon had a very good point, and Ryan was even a little surprised that she actually hadn't done so before.

"Can we please go back to how we were? You don't need to worry, come on, every teacher at this school is fucking some kid or making meth or is a serial killer or something." Ryan told him, "we're gonna be fine. Look, I graduate and then it's even legal and that's in a few months time."

"I'm not just fucking you, though."

"I know." Ryan blushed a little. "We have something different. But that doesn't matter - that's no one else's business."

"I told you that you're a smart kid, Ryan." Brendon was practically fucking beaming, "and I was right."

"I can't tell if you're complimenting me or trying to make a point with that bigass head of yours. Bigass forehead-"

"Ryan you know that's not the only big thing I've got, so if you're gonna get all excited about one big part of my body and hate on the other then I might have to-"

"Oh my god..." Ryan trailed off blushing, "please don't talk about your dick, I'm like ninety percent sure Megan is listening into this conversation."

"No I'm not!" Megan called in defense from inside her room.

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It had gotten to the point where just about everyone in all of Gerard's classes found themselves accustomed to Frank just walking in at random intervals and generally making the world's worst excuses to just go and sit by Mr Way for an extended period of time.

And that seriously didn't help the fact that everyone was convinced that they were fucking or dating or in love or all three, but neither of the two really gave much of a shit anymore, because Gerard was pretty sure this was all the best thing that had ever happened in his whole life, and Frank reckoned that seeing Gerard smile like this was the literal highlight of his life.

In conclusion, they were getting quite gay for some people who were supposedly not dating nor had any feelings for one another - which they totally did, but-... they.... it was sort of complicated: complicated in that they were making it more complicated than it needed to be, because neither of them wanted to face rejection, and instead found themselves content in spending too much time together and generally going out of their way to do things for the other.

It wasn't just good, it was the best. The best part of their lives in their minds, and Gerard honestly felt blessed to be alive at the same time as Frank Iero, and the feeling was indeed mutual.

Megan Clifford also felt pretty blessed to be alive at the same time as them and just watch them stare at each other for like ten minutes at a time: almost as blessed as she felt to be alive at the same time as Michael Clifford - which was honestly saying a lot.

"Mr Way?" Some kid asked, breaking the art teacher's eye contact with the English teacher for the first time in about ten minutes or so. "You know the France trip, thing, so like, what's going on with that?"

"Yeah, I want to know - I want to come." Added another kid.

"Fuck yeah I want to come, I- no I totally didn't say the f word, I said flip-"

"It'd be so cool, I-"

"I've always wanted to go to Paris, you know?"

"Yeah, same!"

It was then that Frank realised this was one of Gerard's favourite classes; he'd honestly never seen a group of students quite so enthusiastic about anything in school ever. Perhaps it was to do with the fact that the whole point of a trip was going out of school, but honestly he knew for certain that a great proportion of these kids weren't just here because they wanted to slack off or because they thought art was an easy subject - these were the kids that cared: cared about art, cared about learning, and even seemed to care about Gerard himself to some extent.

Gerard looked a little overwhelmed as students continued to burst into discuss and practically yell questions at him: making evident that very little work would be done in the remainder of the lesson, but oh well, Gerard could just make them do it for homework.

Frank noticed how Gerard bit his lip a little: unsure quite what to say, and in response, found himself getting up off the end of Gerard's desk and speaking for him. "Guys!" He yelled: the tone in his voice startling a few students, "can we shut the hell up, okay?" And with that the room fell into silence. "Thank you," he added, "how can you expect Gerard- Mr Way to answer anything when you're all shouting at him?"

Gerard smiled at Frank: a non verbal thank you, before looking out across the class and brushing his hair away from his face. "Well, okay, so the France trip - that's a thing that's happening, which I seriously can't quite believe - I'm pinching myself every minute to check I'm not dreaming honestly, which sounds really sad-"

"It is kinda sad," a boy with kind of long hair added.

"Thanks Thomas." Gerard laughed a little, "but yeah, it is, I mean I kind of need to get a grip but-"

"No," Frank interrupted him, "don't criticise yourself for being so excited about this - it's lovely. You're so happy, and that's lovely."

"That's down to you, Frank, that's very lovely of you." Gerard turned to Frank: grinning as he spoke.

"This is gay," Megan whispered to some kid in what was easily the least discreet manner anyone had ever heard of, because everyone heard her.

Gerard blushed a little as he turned back to face the class. "So... uhh... the thing, what questions do you want to ask - one at a time- fuck, hands up, okay?" He pointed at a girl near to Megan who raised her hand first.

"Are you two absolutely sure that you aren't dating or at least have some sort of crush on each other, because my sister's husband doesn't look at her like you two look at each other." She asked, completely fucking serious, and Megan nodded enthusiastically, looking proud, as if she was perhaps the one to convert this girl into a 'Frerard believer'.

Frank blushed a little at that, because well.... he honestly didn't know what to say, and he honestly didn't know why that was - it was all one hell of a situation in all honesty.

"Well..." Gerard trailed off, leaning back a little. "I meant questions about the trip, honestly, but I'm very sorry that your sister has such an unhappy marriage."

"No, they're very happy together." The girl piped up again. "She cried like six times at the wedding."

"I'm pretty sure Mr Way cried like six times when Frank told him he could do the France trip." Another kid added - one who wasn't even known as a major Frerard believer, and Frank was beginning to wonder if all of the questions were going to be like this.

"That's kind of sad." The first kind nodded his head, meeting Mr Way's gaze.

"I'm an emotional person, okay?" Gerard laughed a little, "I mean, come on, it was like if someone came and told Megan that Michael Clifford had just proposed to her-"

"Please do not even say that or I'm literally going to faint." Megan wasn't even kidding, sitting down as she said so.

"Okay, Megan, I'm-" Gerard began, only to get cut off by another kid.

"You know you never actually answered the question - so are you and Frank dating or not? Hashtag what is the truth?" People nodded in agreement, jumping right on the Frerard bandwagon, leaving Megan looking a little pale, and Frank was beginning to pray that she'd actually faint so he could go and take her to the nurse's office before this shit got even more awkward - not that he hated Megan, of course, sure, he had initially, but Megan had quickly turned into one of his favourite students.

"We're not dating." Gerard told the class, rolling his eyes a little, "now come on, strictly questions about the France trip or I'll make you actually go do some work again."

"So when's it going to be?"

"As soon as we can, like maybe a month and a half or so. I mean, well, really before Mr Urie changes his mind, because, newsflash it's not like he gave us this opportunity out of the kindness if his heart." Gerard laughed a little, making eye contact with Megan, who from the look on her face knew exactly what he was talking about, and in turn, all about Mr Urie and Ryan Ross' secret relationship.

"Wait what? What happened? Did you like bribe him or something?" The students continued to ask, leaving Megan sat there awkwardly, and quiet for what seemed like the first time in forever.

"I didn't do anything." Gerard smiled, "it was Frank." He turned to the shorter man grinning at him a little.

Frank only rolled his eyes, "nothing f- nothing happened." He repeated with a sigh.

"Well, yeah something happened but you can't tell us." A particularly tall kid concluded.

Gerard nodded, "yeah. I don't think Mr Urie would like that. The whole point was like don't tell anyone about this thing and you can do your France trip." He found Megan's gaze again who nodded along, and Gerard found himself confronted by the realisation that Ryan had told Megan a secret and that Megan had indeed kept it, and seemingly for an extended period of time.

"That's kind of corrupt." Some kid added.

"Yeah, well I didn't do it - Frank did so-"

"Guys." Frank interrupted, letting out a sigh, "do you want to go to France or not? Who gives a shit what Mr Urie's doing? He doesn't give a shit what anyone else does. I get paid to listen to people gossip and watch the same films twelve thousand times...." He trailed off, "and sit in Gerard's classroom."

"Mr Way." Gerard corrected him, laughing a little, "god, you're getting all unprofessional now, aren't you, Frankie-" Gerard only realised what he'd said before it was too late.

And the class' responded with panic and disbelief, in the form of the one of the following three responses:

"Frankie?"

"Frankie!"

"What the absolute fuck I am dying?!?!"

It isn't particularly difficult to guess which one was Megan.

"Oh my god..." Frank trailed off, shaking his head in disbelief, "even he's not allowed to call me that, so don't you fucking dare-"

"You should really stop swearing Mr Iero or I might have to kick you out of my classroom for being such a bad influence on my students." Gerard blushed a little, giggling, because he knew that absolutely everyone in the school was solely going to call him Frankie now, and that it was absolutely his fault.

"Awh, don't be mean to Frankie!" A kid exclaimed, causing the whole class to laugh along as Frank seriously considered punching himself in the face or something.

"Yeah," Frank smirked a little, "be mean to Gee instead."

"Oh my fucking god they have cute nicknames for each other I can actually feel my liver rupturing-" Megan exclaimed as she fell off her chair and onto the floor.

"Megan are you okay?" Gerard asked, his eyes widening in concern.

"Yes I am!" She exclaimed getting up and sitting back down as if nothing had ever been wrong. "I'm perfectly fine, Gee."

"Don't." Gerard narrowed his eyes. "Actually whatever, call me whatever you want if I tell you not to you're only going to do it more."

Frank laughed in disbelief, because seriously how the fuck did Gerard just know how to communicate with teenagers and have them respect him - maybe it was just the fact that he was exceedingly attractive... yeah, probably.

"Can we call Frank Frankie?" Another kid asked, glancing at Frank nervously.

"Only if he lets you." Gerard smiled a little, glancing across at Frank.

"There is absolutely no way in hell-"

"Okay Frankie!" The kid continued.

"Don't be dicks, guys, it was my fault, okay, I just-"

"Because you're allowed to call him that but no one else is?" The girl beside Megan asked.

Gerard didn't quite time to think of a suitably heterosexual answer to that before the roof window opened and Ryan Ross climbed through, all fucking casually and maybe hurting his ankle a little as he fell onto a table, leaving everyone to look at him like he was fucking insane.

"What the fuck?" Was pretty much everyone's response.

Whereas Megan went for a far more casual, "hey Ryan!" She was used to this shit.

"Oh hey guys!" Ryan smiled, waving, getting off the table like he hadn't just climbed through the roof.

"Hi..." Gerard trailed off, trying to figure out what the fuck was going on.

"Yeah, so I just set my maths teacher's classroom on fire after she left the room because she's a bitch, and yeah, you might want to evacuate the building or some shit." Ryan smiled like it was absolutely nothing.

"Right okay, let's fucking evacuate the building!" Frank exclaimed, rolling his eyes in disbelief, gesturing for the students to make their way out of the fire exit.

"Ryan why did you set her classroom on fire?" Megan asked as the other students began to exit.

"She was shittalking Brendon what the fuck else was I supposed to do? I mean, yeah, true, he doesn't know what the fuck he's doing, but like, don't talk about my boyfriend like that-"

Gerard coughed a little, standing behind the two of them and smiling, "come on, we've got to get outside now haven't we, because of your fucking fire, Ryan."

"Oh come on, Mr Way, we all know if someone said Frank was shit or something you'd light their ass on fire in literal seconds." Ryan insisted, and well, he kind of had a point.

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