Frank had done this at least a million times in his life, but never ever did it seem to have any kind of hope of ever getting easier.

He'd call his alarm clock his arch nemesis, or something, and his alarmed cock: a victim of it and morning fucking wood.

At least his mum didn't find it necessary to come into his bedroom and wake him up personally anymore, because well, the older he got, the more awkward it was, and Frank was mainly talking about his dick here.

Waking up was hell, and today was no exception, and it took Frank at least ten minutes to even gather the motivation to open his eyelids. Of course God couldn't take enough pity upon him as to just let him fall back to sleep and continue to sleep through the rest of hell, and perhaps even the rest of his life.

He did eventually get out of bed, and as expected, he did absolutely hate it: his room was too cold, but that hoodie on the floor was entirely too far away, and Frank was probably going to cause a gas leak if he even tried to turn up the heating. Fucking hell, the window was even closed, and Frank was beginning to suspect that there were little goblins sat in the corner of his bedroom with no purpose to their existence other than to blow icy cold air at a poor teenage boy every morning.

That was not the kind of blowing Frank was interested in, to say the least. And on that train of thought, Frank texted Gerard: a simple good morning and a kiss or something, because it was fucking cute and he knew it'd make Gerard blush like the fucking dork they were.

And at some point between texting Gerard and making his way downstairs, Frank had gotten dressed, and had indeed eventually moved enough to reach the hoodie on the floor, which was a wonderful kind of progress that he should be very proud of, of course.

Mrs Iero had been awake more than twice as long as Frank had, and she offered her son a smile as he made his way downstairs and into the kitchen. "Morning, Frankie. You get enough beauty sleep?"

He rolled his eyes at his mother, because Frank did not need beauty sleep, being beautiful as fuck already, as everyone knew, and he could easily convince Gerard into agreeing with him about: it was kind of trivial and ridiculous, but he found himself nodding at his mother regardless: just to make her happy or something, because Frank was a good son, or something.

He made his way out of the house five minutes later with a piece of toast only half its way down his throat.

And only now had Gerard actually texted Frank back: something cute that made very little sense and served more to make Frank smile than anything else.

Frank texted them back with something equally as sappy, and a series of stupid heart emojis that he'd be painfully embarrassed to ever admit to the use of, but whatever, it was Gerard, and with Gerard, everything was different.

Frank reckoned it was a good kind of different, though, and his head was bombarded with the thoughts of a good kind of different as he made his way to school, and almost far too eagerly too, because maybe he was just a little too eager to see Gerard again, because maybe he loved them far more than he'd ever care to admit.

Frank Iero wasn't a sappy romantic, but he was. It was different: the good kind of different, and Frank liked it as much as he liked Gerard, and well, he was making an effort to get to school on time to see them here, so you could say that Frank liked Gerard an awful lot.

Their relationship wasn't 'official', but it was highly speculated throughout the various rumours and gossip that ran rampant through the school, and that was nothing more than a repercussion of Frank's rather relaxed efforts to hide the way he looked at Gerard every time they walked past, or the way he actually hung out with the guy, or the way they disappeared to go to the toilets together for like twenty minutes, but they were just rumours, and rumours were nothing more than easy to deny.

It was lying, and both Frank and Gerard were experts, and perhaps that skill was never needed more than it was under the watchful eyes of high school gossips, because god no, imagine Frank Iero and Gerard Way dating- fucking hell, imagine that, imagine how much of nobody's business it was, but seriously fucking imagine it.

Frank hated school, and he hated the way his friends- some of the people he hung out with began to suspect that this was something more than just a casual friendship, because this was clichéd as fuck, and Frank Iero was the cool guy who could skateboard and play guitar, hell, he was practically the skater boy from Avril Lavigne's hit single, and Gerard Way was, well, to put it crudely, and as people often did: 'the art fag'.

Frank fucking hated everyone that called Gerard that, and it was proven as a certain fucking asshole fell into step with him as he approached the school gate.

"You don't look particularly happy to see me, Iero." The guy commented all too casually, his laughter amplified with the affects of the pills he'd taken minutes before spotting Frank outside school.

"Maybe I'm not." Frank shrugged off a casual comment in response, because he really wasn't, but the guy would never actually know, and it was proven as he continued to laugh along in response, and leaving Frank to roll his eyes once again.

"Anyway, you want to take some pills with me in the bathroom before French, because well, I think that would make it a little more interesting: a little less 'hon hon mi baguette', and a little more 'hon hon mi baked'."

"Bert, that was the most tragic pun I have ever had the misfortunate of experiencing." It was early in the morning, and yes, Frank Iero was going to be blunt as hell because the guy was already high enough just to continue to laugh along with anything he said whatsoever.

"Your mum is the most tragic thing I've ever had the misfortunate of experiencing." He countered, and Frank reckoned that such a pathetic response didn't even deserve a reply. "Anyway, how's your little art fag boyfriend?"

Frank exhaled with just a little too much irritation at the use of the word 'fag', and at the use of the word 'boy': Gerard was neither of those things. "Gerard's not my boyfriend." And this was wonderful, because technically, Frank wasn't even lying, not that he'd really have much of a problem when it came to lying to Bert McCracken.

Frank did also kind of want to mention that one time Bert had relentlessly hit on Gerard in a miniskirt when he didn't know who they really were, but that served as the motivation to keep Frank going until he actually saw Gerard that day.

"Whatever you say, fag." Bert's tone was light-hearted, almost as if he was joking, but needless to say, Frank did not find it funny at all.

"You seriously going to call me that?" Frank snapped, turning to Bert and stopping him in the corridor.

"You seriously going to keep that art fag around as your little pet forever? It's getting tiring, Frankie." Bert laughed again, and Frank continued stubbornly in his solid belief that it was not funny. 

"You're going to want to shut up right fucking now, Bert." Frank's temper was slowly dissolving around him, and well, as Bert had said, he had French first, and he couldn't imagine how badly that was going to go at all.

"Am I? Faggot-" Bert finished that sentence slammed against the corridor wall with an resonating thud, grabbing the attention of everyone in the vicinity as something in Bert's body made a horrible cracking sound and he tore a quick and painful 'fuck' from his lips.

"I'm not a fucking faggot." Frank screamed at him now, his words echoing throughout the hallway: all eyes upon the two of them: he knew people were going to be talking about this forever, but Frank was just thankful to be the guy slamming the guy against the wall, and not the guy with a broken something here.

Frank turned away with a sigh, pushing his way through the crowd of mainly younger students who had now gathered around Bert on the floor: several asking if he was dead, and Frank really wanted to respond with an 'I wish', but he reckoned he wasn't a salt in the wound kind of guy, and anyway, he'd caught Gerard's gaze across the sea of people.

Gerard was stood with Alicia and Lindsey by their lockers, their usual spot, and from the look on their faces, Frank knew they'd witnessed it all. Alicia looked kind of taken a back, shocked really, and Lindsey looked almost impressed, which was weird, but then again, people didn't exactly like Bert McCracken, but, of course, the expression upon Gerard's face had to be entirely unreadable.

"What the fuck was that?" Lindsey was the first to speak as Frank reached the three of them: her eyes widening as she glanced between Frank and Gerard and then Alicia, who was still fucking staring at Bert and the somewhat diminishing crowd of people around him.

"He called me a faggot." Frank shrugged it off, avoiding Gerard's gaze, because if Frank knew anything it was that Gerard was judging him for this, and he didn't quite like this kind of scrutiny from someone he cared about quite as much as this.

"Yeah, we got that." Alicia added, finally tearing his gaze away from Bert, and looking Frank in the eye. "You slammed him against that wall pretty hard, you know?"

"I know..." Frank trailed off, shrugging a little.

"You reckon he deserved it-" Alicia added, only to be cut off by Lindsey.

"Of course, he fucking deserved it, that's the biggest fucking asshole in this entire school."

"So you think it's fine that Frank just lashed out like that?" Alicia continued, raising her eyebrows a little.

"No, but it's Frank I'm worried about, not Bert." Lindsey met Frank's gaze as she spoke. "He's going to hate you for that, he's going to get revenge on you for that, and for just one little homophobic slur, that's not worth it, because okay, Bert isn't the kind of guy who's going to tell the school nurse exactly who did it to him, but he is going to ensure he gets an apology out of you, regardless."

"He called Gerard a faggot too- I... I... I couldn't, I don't know... I lost it or something." Frank blushed a little, chancing a glance in Gerard's direction, but of course, their expression remained as nothing but oddly vacant.

"Alright then Romeo, you did it to protect your lover's honour, fucking congratulations, he's going to go after Gerard too." And too say the least, Lindsey really would have preferred it if they could have just gone to fucking French without this drama.

"I'm not going to let him: I'll fucking break every fucking bone in his fucking body, I-"

"Shut the fuck up, Frank." Gerard spoke up for the first time, rolling their eyes at their boyfriend, grabbing Frank by the wrist and turning to their friends. "Look, give us a moment, okay?" And with that, Frank found himself dragged into the toilets by a slightly pissed off and unfairly beautiful seventeen year old.

"That was all kinds of stupid, Frank." Gerard was blunt about it, and Frank just found himself nodding as Gerard grabbed him by the hand, pulling him into a cubicle. "All kinds of hot, too." Gerard admitted, locking the cubicle door behind them and sinking to their knees before Frank could even quite process what was happening.

"Fuck-" Frank choked out, smirking to himself in realisation that his morning fantasy had somewhat come true: perhaps he should throw people against walls more often if he got this kind of reward for his efforts. "You're beautiful, fucking hell-" Frank moaned out as Gerard wrapped their lips around Frank's dick, smiling a little as the sixteen year old threw his head back against the cubicle wall in something like pleasure, something like utter disbelief.

"Don't you dare fucking stop, oh my god." Frank added, rolling his eyes at Gerard, wrapping his hands in their hair and forcing them down, getting their mouth filthy and fucking full.

Gerard and Frank returned from the toilets five minutes later: dishevelled and awkward, and both Alicia and Lindsey knew exactly what had gone on.

-

Mikey Way didn't particularly make much of a habit of talking to Gerard at school, because like, Gerard was a fucking nerd and Mikey had some sort of respect for his 'street cred' or something, but whatever, that was besides the point.

Mikey found himself entirely too nervous about just speaking to Gerard, but it was more for the content of the conversation they might have and not for the conversation itself, so perhaps Mikey could sort of talk himself out of just how pathetic he felt.

Of course, things weren't just going to be as easy as he'd thought they would have been, because as Mikey approached Gerard, he approached Gerard, Frank, and Lindsey and Alicia... kissing.

Mikey stared at the two of them like he couldn't believe it: his mind a fucked up mess as he couldn't quite figure out whether to celebrate or die, because holy fuck lesbians, but he'd kind of just lost a bet and Alicia wasn't going to stop gloating like ever, and he knew that.

He sort of awkwardly made his way over to the table the four of them were sat at, and tapped Gerard on the shoulder, while doing his best to avoid eye contact with... the lesbians... that sounded kind of ominous, but Mikey was a fuckboy at heart, and he couldn't but react so awkwardly to the simple fact that girls could kiss each other.

"Hmm?" Gerard spoke before they actually turned to face the person who'd tapped them on the shoulder. "Mikey?" Gerard was shocked to see their brother, but of course, it was nothing in comparison to the expression upon Alicia's face as she and Lindsey pulled away.

"You lost then, didn't you, Mikeyway?" She smirked, leaning into Lindsey's side, and Mikey glared at Lindsey, because holy fuck, he'd trusted her, he'd bribed her- fuck.

"Something like that." Mikey mumbled: cheeks an embarrassing shade of pink.

"Lost what?" Gerard raised an eyebrow; the two hadn't exactly explained the bet or anything at all - it had kind of been an 'oh yeah we're dating' and then they were kissing before Gerard could even consider asking any questions.

Lindsey smirked like a fucking idiot as she glanced between Gerard, Alicia, and Mikey, before finally turning to Frank, who was just a little left out of this conversation. "Oh, this is interesting, isn't it?"

"Lindsey-" Mikey protested: something like a last ditch attempt to retain his dignity, but of course, it went to nothing but waste, because Lindsey was having far too much fun embarrassing him right now.

"Well, Alicia and Mikey made a bet- a very gay bet, and it looks like Alicia won-" Gerard didn't even let Lindsey finish, their eyes practically popping out of their sockets at the use of the word 'gay'.

"Wait what? What the- what?" Gerard turned to face their brother in some form of wide eyed disbelief.

"I like Pete, and Alicia likes Lindsey, and one time you weren't home and she ended up confiding in me about her lesbian crush instead of you, and I ended up telling her about Pete, and then we made some stupid bet to convince us to get the guts to actually tell the person that we liked them-"

"And you're missing out the part where you bribed me not to get gay with my best friend for the sake of your dignity." Lindsey added, biting back a grin, as Gerard raised their eyebrows, because seriously, they couldn't quite believe that nobody had even thought to tell them about this.

"That's quite funny, if I'm honest." Frank added, leaning into Gerard's side, and generally looking like he was about to fall asleep on them, which was kind of cute, but Gerard was a little preoccupied right now.

"And you haven't told Pete that you-" Gerard exclaimed, looking at their brother in nothing short of utter disbelief.

"No, I... that was what I wanted to talk to you about, actually." He blushed, and with that, Gerard got up, and followed Mikey outside.

"So, you need homosexual help, gay guidance, queer questions-" Gerard wasn't exactly sure where they were going with this 'punny' mess, but Mikey looked mildly amused nevertheless.

"I need some bisexual... b-..." Mikey let out a sigh, throwing his head back against the wall. "I can't think of something: I'm not a walking thesaurus, whatever."

"So, basically, you like Pete and you don't have the balls to tell him?" Gerard clarified, because seriously, this was simply as fuck, but Mikey was kind of pathetic at times, and this one of them. Of course, Gerard wasn't exactly exempt from pathetic tendencies, and their whole life was the living proof of that.

"Yeah, exactly that... he texted me the other day about his drunk dog in church, and that's really cute, I guess, I don't know- I fucked this bet up, but I still really do like him, and I need some bisexual... b- fuck, I still can't think of anything."

"So if you're madly in love with Pete, why do you have Grindr on your phone?" Gerard knew this probably was just about the worst thing they could have brought up right now, but they knew that they were going to regardless.

"What?" And at that, Mikey practically died, but Gerard didn't exactly blame him.

"Uhm... I did some experimenting, I mean... I guess, sexuality's confusing, I guess... you know?" Gerard nodded, but more out of comfort for their brother than actual understanding of the fucked up fragments of sentences he was struggling to push from his lips.

"Mikey, just stop fucking around and just tell him." Gerard let out a sigh, their eyes widening a little as they caught the gaze of a certain emo loser making his way towards them.

"I can't." Mikey protested, sighing just a little too loudly.

"Why not?" Gerard continued, making eye contact with the emo loser and beckoned him closer, because okay, maybe this was just a little cruel, but Mikey would soon figure out that it was for nothing than greater good.

"Because I'm pathetic and I like him much more than I could possibly understand..." Pete was definitely within earshot by now, and Gerard was just encouraging their brother to speak louder. "He's just cute, and just too good for me- and I can't even fathom telling him how I feel - it's just a mess, and Pete's just my best friend, so it'd be kind of weird if it fucked up after we broke up or something, I mean, I-"

"Very sly, Gerard, well done." Pete interrupted the two of them with a roll of his eyes, and Mikey practically had a heart attack as he came to realise that Pete fucking Wentz was right behind him.

"Pete- fuck- I... I don't know what to say-"

"How about... 'will you be my boyfriend?'" Pete suggested with a smirk, and Mikey reckoned he could punch the guy in the face right about now, but he opted for kissing him instead, leaving Gerard to figure out that now was probably a fantastic time for them to make a quick exit before things got slightly less PG-13.

-

"Iero?" Frank jumped a little at the sudden call of his name, because well, it was embarrassing, but then again, he was smoking around the back of school when he should have been in Geography right about now, and the voice interrupting his thoughts could have very easily been the voice of a teacher.

But, thank the fucking lord: it wasn't.

Jamia Nestor joined the guy, pulling his cigarette from his fingers and putting it to her lips for an extended amount of time before almost reluctantly passing it back.

"Nestor." Frank finally found himself responding: it was the most delayed response in the history of the fucking world, but better late than never or some other bullshit like that.

"What the fuck happened with you and Bert this morning?" Frank groaned at the notion of the question, but fuck it, what the hell else was she going to ask him about: what he'd had for breakfast this morning or the guy he'd sent to hospital before French.

"Everyone knows it was you- not the teachers, of course, but, you know- everyone's talking about it, and then you fucked off at lunch-" Jamia continued, leaving Frank to accept that he was, in fact, absolutely fucking fucked.

"I was with Gerard at lunch." Frank explained, taking a much needed drag of his cigarette. "And Bert? He called me a faggot, and I wasn't having a good morning, and I told him to shut the fuck up, and he didn't, so I made him."

"Very macho, Iero." She snorted, taking the cigarette from Frank's fingers. "Might have even been impressive if you weren't such a fucking pansy."

Frank let out a sigh. "Gerard and I are a thing, by the way... I haven't really updated you on that, but yeah, it's a thing."

"Bert's trying to get the whole school to think so- some kid, apparently... I don't know exactly I didn't ask, but something about a blowjob in the toilets, fucking bullshit-" Jamia found herself stopping midsentence, just as Frank nearly fucking died. "Oh for fuck's sake, you actually fucking did? Well fucking done, you fucking idiot."

"Sorry." Frank mumbled under his breath, snatching his cigarette back, and finishing it, before putting it out with the heel of his foot.

"You can still deny it to fuck, of course, but, Jesus Christ, you're going to have to deny it with the knowledge that you're a filthy fucking liar." Jamia wasn't exactly the best when it came to optimism or making people feel better about themselves, to say the least.

"Bert called Gerard a faggot too. That's why I really lost it... I like Gerard a lot, I guess... really a lot, or something, they're beautiful, you know?" Frank mumbled, his words barely a whisper, and his gaze fixated anywhere but Jamia.

"Oh Romeo." She rolled her eyes, and Frank was severely unimpressed to be called Romeo for the second fucking time today. "Romeo, oh Romeo, where art thou balls?" And Frank could have fucking slapped her for that. "Hey, look, be nice to me, I'll light another cigarette, and you can share it, okay?"

And as Jamia fumbled with her lighter, Frank took a moment to consider and just accept how unbelievably screwed he was, because well, he just was.

"How much do you think I'd get beaten up if I came out?" It was definitely a hypothetical thing, and Jamia knew that before Frank could even clarify, because although Frank was kind of stupid at times, he didn't have a fucking death wish, and no, it wasn't a fucking fashion statement, either.

"You'd be killed: you'd be slaughtered- you know, you know that bit in the Pirates of the Caribbean where they have those hanging like decapitated bodies of pirates to tell people like basically don't you fucking dare? Yeah, that's you - no homo or you're gonna end up like poor Frank over here."

"How many closeted people do you think there are in our school?" Frank asked, sort of out of blue, and well, he was kind of curious, and he couldn't really help it. "I mean, I don't know, it's just weird to think about isn't it?"

"Isn't Lindsey Ballato supposed to be bi or something?" Jamia asked, and really Frank couldn't help but feel sympathy for the fact that she'd missed out on some major lesbian action earlier today.

"I watched her make out with Alicia Simmons at lunch, so I would say so- well not watched, but they're Gerard's friends, and they were there."

"So are real life lesbians as good as porn lesbians?" Jamia asked a question worthy of a true fuckboy.

"Honestly, believe it or not, I was kind of paying more attention to Gerard than I was them, because well, I'm gay, or something, I don't know... sexuality's weird, but I like Gerard an awful lot."

"Yeah, I gathered, you never stop talking about them, for fuck's sake." Jamia rolled her eyes at him, passing him the cigarette.

"I never stop thinking about them, Jesus Christ, they're beautiful, you know? I, just, god why does everything have to get fucked up right now with Bert in the one moment that maybe everything was just perfect?"

"Because otherwise things would get boring: you've got to have that character development, you've got to have that drama, and ultimately it will be good for you and Gerard's relationship if you've dealt with hardships before."

Frank just looked Jamia straight in the eyes. "You fucking what?"

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