I fucking love photography man.

This has a lot of fucking swearing and stupid insults, I apologize lol.

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"Assholes," Gerard grumbled, pushing past the boys standing in the doorway to the courtyard.

"What did you say?" one of them, a short punk-looking boy asked, stepping after the art nerd.

"I said you're an asshole for standing in the doorway," Gerard said, crossing his arms defensively. "Other people exist too, you know."

"Yeah, well, do I look like I care assface?"

"Excuse me? You were the one blocking the way."

"Well you are a whiney shit tree."

"What the fuck kind of insult is that?"

"The good kind."

Gerard glared at him, and the boy glared back.

"Frank, why are you even talking to this kid?" one of his friends asked.

Frank ignored him, too busy coming up with creative insults.

"Well you are a dick face," Gerard declared.

"I bet you'd love to love to have a dick in your face."

"Did you just use being gay as an insult?"

"No, why?"

"Because that's homophobic as fuck."

"Well I'm not, I'm fucking gay, if you must know."

Gerard narrowed his eyes at him.

"Fine. You're still a fucking inconsiderate whiffle ball."

"And you think I have bad insults?"

Gerard didn't realize how close they were getting, but they kept taking challenging steps toward each other.

"Don't make fun of my insults fuckface."

"Hypocrite."

"Asshat."

"Maybe you should use some glue instead of chapstick."

"Are you saying I need chapstick?"

"No, I mean your lips do look pretty soft, but it would be nice if they didn't make noise," Gerard said aggressively, somehow still complimenting him in the midst of this shit-show.

"Yeah, well, I'll shut up when you make me."

"Maybe I would if you weren't such a fucking bastard."

Frank's friends stared blankly at the two as they continued angrily flirting seemingly without realizing it. They were way up in each other's faces, and their insults made even less sense now.

"Maybe if you weren't a coward you would do it anyway."

"Well maybe if you really wanted me to you would do it yourself."

"Fine, maybe I will."

"You can try."

"Well fuck you."

"Kiss me you fucking moron," Gerard demanded.

Frank grabbed the front of his shirt and yanked him forwards, smashing his lips into the other boy's with a messy clash of teeth and lips.

Gerard made a tiny squeaking sound, causing Frank to smile against his mouth. They wrapped their arms against each other at the same time, pulling each other closer with Frank's hand still buried in Gerard's shirt. Frank bit the other boys lip and pulled away, still glaring at him.

"I hate you," he said.

"Hate you more," Gerard said breathlessly, his eyes wide as he gasped like a fish.

"Then kiss me again."

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I don't even know what happened there but ok.

Anyway. Yeah. That's about it.

How're you guys?

I am basking in the glory of a day off school.

Mhm.

So this is what happens when you eat french toast and drink three cups of coffee in a row.

Love you guys, hope you have a good day!

-Brightside