Frank's pov

I, yet again, get rudely awoken by my hideously loud alarm pulling me out of sleep and into the bleak world of consciousness.

I go through my morning ritual of making myself look as presentable as seemingly possible before saying goodbye to Sweet Pea by giving her a quick scratch behind the ears and leaving the house to attend the hellscape that is school.

I walked into the aging building and towards my assigned locker, I opened it and retrieved the required books for history class.

I trudged off down the hallway wondering why the fuck the architect for this school decided to put history on the top floor. Upon realising that if I didn't quicken up I'd be late I half sprinted up the first flight of stairs, as I rounded the corner I ploughed headfirst into some dude that was probably twice the height and size of me.

"Watch where you're going, fag." The Tall Dude spat out as he shoved me back against the wall.

I felt pain blossoming in my abdomen as Tall Dude punched me in my stomach. I sank to my knees out of both pain and embarrassment.

After a good five minutes of trying to catch my breath and not throw up over the dirt ridden steps I staggered to my feet and hastily started shoving my books back into my aged backpack.

As I started up the first step of the next flight of stairs, intent on actually getting to my lesson this time, the shrill bell rang out informing anyone who was still roaming the halls that they should've been in class five minutes ago.

"For fucks sake" I muttered to myself.

"Ah, Mr Iero, you finally decided to show up" my stuck up history teacher sneered at me.

"Yeah, well I was a bit preoccupied" I retorted, still slightly winded from my encounter with Tall Dude.

"Well I hope it was worth the detention you've just earned yourself" he said smugly as he handed a detention slip to me.

I swear that man's some kind of evil sadist, not that I'd now anything about sadism of course.

After I'd completed my third class of the day, which happened to be chemistry, I trudged to the lunch hall. I retrieved a salad and wandered over to the table I'd sat at the previous day.

On my arrival I found the Vampire Boy, Gerard, sat at the table looking down at a sketchbook I presumed he was filling with a drawing of some kind.

I sat down on the opposite bench and somehow Gerard didn't notice my arrival.

"Hi" I said in an attempt to get his attention.

"Oh" he exclaimed as he looked up in shock.

"Sorry, I didn't realise you were here." He apologised, slightly sheepish

"No problem. What are you drawing" I asked

"A vampire" he said as he tilted the sketchbook my way to reveal the most awesome looking vampire I had ever seen.

"Dude that's rad!" I exclaimed

"Thanks" he said quietly.

"Fuck you bitch" he ticced and immediately blushed and dropped his head.

I laughed a little at the insult.

"Sorry" he said meekly.

"No need. Sorry, I probably shouldn't laugh at your tics"

"No I'd rather you did, it's either that or just awkward silence" he explained.

"Oh yeah I guess so" I said

We fell into a comfortable silence as I ate my salad and Gerard drew vampires. I noticed he ticced alot less often when he was drawing, I wonder what that's about, I'll have to Google it.

The bell rang about half an hour later. Me and Gerard said our goodbyes and parted to go to our next classes.

The remaining classes passed without incident and the time came for my detention. It's kinda strange actually, a kid gets beaten up in a hallway and they're the one to get a detention.

I arrived at the detention room and walked inside to notice none other than vampire boy occupying one of the middle seats.

"What're you doing here?" I said to him, surprised that someone as quiet as himself had gotten a detention.

He middle fingered me and apologised immediately, again I brushed it off.

"Well it's kind of a funny story" he said as I took a seat next to his.

"Fucker" again he apologised and I ignored it and let him continue.

"Well when I was in geography class, for whatever reason I was ticcing really badly" he started

"Suck my dick!" He shouted and I snorted slightly

"And there's this one kid in my class, Brendon, who I really hate and so I kept having tics that were like aimed at him"

"Fuck me!" He ticced

"So I kept having tics aimed at him, really offensive ones, and the teacher thought that because they were aimed at him I was using tourettes as an excuse" he explained.

"What the fuck dude, that's so unfair" I said in disbelief

He hummed in agreement.

"Hold up, isn't there supposed to be someone he like 'supervising' us?" I questioned.

As if on cue the red haired teacher, who'd I'd come to learn as Mr Stump, hurried in with an armful of books.

"Hello again Gerard. Sorry I'm late boys" he said as he made an attempt at somewhat organising his papers on the desk.

With that sorted I began to work on my maths homework that was due. I wasn't a math nerd, or a nerd in any sense of the word but I could get by in all of my classes.

An hour later of maths and Gerard occasionally throwing his pen across the room or swearing the bell rang signalling us to go home.

Me and Gerard stood up and left the room together, we walked to the front of the school.

"Hey" I stopped him.

"Could I have your number? That way we could actually talk outside of this hellhole." I said confidently

"Yeah, sure" he said as I passed over my phone for him to put his number in.

He handed back my phone and I noticed he saved himself as "Gee" which I thought was an adorable nickname.

"You set to get home?" I questioned

"Yeah, I'll just call my brother to come pick me up" he responded quietly.

"Don't bother, I could walk you back if you want." I responded.

He looked torn for a moment before making up his mind.

"Only if you don't mind" he agreed.

I nodded and we began the walk. I noticed Gerard chose to walk on the inside of the sidewalk rather than by the road, I assumed this was something to do with his tics because nobody is this cautious about cars.

We walked through the park and Gerard ticced the phrase "man love rules" loudly at some asshole looking teenagers. I chuckled at this slightly.

"Your tics seem pretty gay, huh?" I joked

"Yeah they are, I don't know why that is." he laughed

"Are you gay?" I questioned

"Me? No. Are you gay?" He countered

Okay I wasn't expecting that.

"Yeah." I said nervously "that's not a problem is it?"

"Of course not" he replied

I sighed a breath of relief and we continued our walk.

We reached the road Gerard lived on.

"I live just down here, thanks for walking me." He said shyly

"Actually I live up this road too, we could walk back again together tomorrow of you want? It saves your brother from having to."

"Yeah, that would be really cool. Thanks Frankie" he said with a smile as he disappeared into his house. I blushed slightly at the nickname before I walked the short distance to my own house.

Once I'd entered my residence I kicked my worn converse off and left my bag by the door. Sweet Pea came running up to me and I picked her up after greeting her and went into the kitchen.

I noticed a note by the coffee machine I recognised it as my mother's messy handwriting, I read it aloud to myself,  "gone out to the pub, be back later, there's food in the fridge."

"Jesus Christ is up with that woman" I said to no one.

I knew exactly what was up with her however, my dad died six years ago in a fatal car crash. I miss my dad, obviously, but I've learnt to move on, unlike my mother.

My mother never moved on, she still lives in the past, on the nights that she's here I hear her cry herself to sleep asking God why he had to take her love away. I stopped believing in God the day a stern looking police officer arrived at our house and delivered the scripted 'I regret to inform you that Mr Iero has been in a fatal car crash, I'm very sorry for your loss'

An: I was only going to do one update today but I want to make Wilbur suffer longer so here ya go.

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