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niallloverontheloose · 3 years

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"Learning the Lesson"

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Parts of the fandom have often expressed an irrational rage when it comes to the question “why didn’t Scott trust Derek with the secret of Gerard’s cancer and his plan to turn Gerard’s plan to have Derek bite him against him?”

Allow me to provide some insight on Scott’s motivations.

At the beginning of Master Plan (2x12), Scott has been waiting with Isaac for the police, Coach, and the other lacrosse players to leave so he can rip the door off Stiles locker in order to get things for him and Isaac with which to track Stiles down. So who should show up at that point but Derek and Peter.

Allow me to reproduce a snippet of that conversation.

Scott: What the hell is this?

Derek: You know, I thought the same thing when I saw you talking to Gerard at the sheriff’s station.

Scott: Okay, hold on. He - he threatened to kill my mom. And I had to get close to him. What was I supposed to do?

Peter: I’m gonna go with Scott on this one. Have you seen his mom? She’s gorgeous.

Derek/Scott: Shut up.

Isaac: Who is he?

Scott: That’s Peter, Derek’s Uncle. Little while back, he tried to kill us all, and then we set him on fire, and Derek slashed his throat.

Peter: Hi.

Isaac: That’s good to know.

Scott: How is he alive?

Derek: Look, the short version is he knows how to stop Jackson. And maybe how to save him.

In case you forgot, this isn’t the first time that Derek has surprised Scott in the locker room by being in the company of Peter.

Now, Co-Captain (1x10) may have been a year before to the viewing audience, but to the characters here, Derek’s betrayal and brutal violation of Scott in the very same place the present conversation is occurring with the very same person happened somewhere at the beginning or middle of February of 2011 and this is taking place at the end of March 2011, a week or so after Lydia’s birthday party. So that scene in Co-Captain took place six to eight weeks before.

So, suddenly Derek is once again teaming up with Peter, the person – if anyone needed reminding – who not only threatened the life of Scott’s mother, but also his best friend, his girl friend, and anyone Scott was connected to, but also murdered eight people; savaged Lydia; transformed Scott against his will and violated his mind repeatedly, trying to get him to kill his friends. But hey, Scott should so totally trust Derek, right? Right? Right?

I also would like to point out a few other things in this scene that just might suggest that Scott was right not to trust Derek with his Master Plan. When Derek brings up his realization that Scott was seemingly working with Gerard, Scott explains that he was doing it under duress (which he was!) and he was doing it to get close to Gerard (which he did!). Let’s compare that to what Derek said when Scott demanded an explanation in Co-Captain:

Scott: You’re on his side? Are you forgetting the part where he killed your sister?

Derek: It was a mistake.

Scott: What?

Derek: It happens.

There’s a significant difference in these lines, isn’t there? Scott is working with Gerard to stop him and to protect his mother, and Derek worked with Peter because, well, he can understand how mistakes were made.

But hey, Scott, should so totally trust Derek, right? Right? Right?

I also want to point out that Isaac doesn’t know anything about Peter. Not that this should be a news flash to anyone, but Derek hasn’t been particularly forthcoming with his betas about what happened in the SIX WEEKS before he bit them. He says he told them about the hunters, but did he give them the full story about why the hunters were in town? About how he got his alpha abilities? Did he say “Yeah, my uncle became the alpha by murdering my sister and then I became an alpha by murdering him; this is normal in werewolf society – promotion by murder. Wanna join?”

Isaac’s face on the words “That’s good to know” certainly implies it would have been better for him to know this before he said yes to the Bite, don’t you think? Is anyone shocked that in a little over six months, Isaac’s going to have to demand that Derek explain why he did this to them? I’m not.

On the other hand, contrary to what thousands of Sterek shippers believe, Stiles never had to ask about what happened to Gerard. He was never surprised by Gerard still being alive and he certainly didn’t demand an explanation about why Scott did what he did. It’s almost as if he already knew about it and didn’t care. We can’t be 100% sure, of course, but the fact that Isaac, Scott and Boyd all criticized Derek for not sharing information, but the fact that Stiles never even asked Scott about his Master Plan should mean something.

But hey, Scott, should so totally trust Derek, right?Right? Right?

So, let me wax dramatic for a moment and paraphrase the last part of that first exchange.

Scott: You’ve sided with your murderous uncle again? You asked for my help and then started working with the man who tormented me and everyone I loved the moment he came back from the grave? Did you lie to me about him being dead? Did you help him come back?

Derek: I have neither the time nor the interest to explain myself to you. I’m the alpha, so just suck it up and do what I tell you. When it is in the interest of the greater good, I don’t have to answer to anyone.

Scott: Is that how werewolves work? If you have a good enough reason, you can do what’s necessary without even an apology. Thanks for the lesson, Derek. Keep what you just taught me in mind for about… thirty minutes, okay? It might be useful to you.

If Scott was a terrible person for not revealing the cancer and the mountain ash trick as a way of stopping Gerard’s plan to get the Bite and hurting Derek’s feelings, then maybe fandom might want to consider that he learned his lesson at the feet of the master of concealing information and ignoring other people’s feelings, Derek Hale. Derek has zero room to complain, which to his credit, he never does.

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This whole post is so fundamentally wrong, vile and disgusting on so many levels I don't even know where to begin, to be honest...

We all know the Scott McCall Defense Squad bunch have an obsessive hate boner for Stiles and the Hales and think Scott repeatedly lying to everyone around him, conspiring with Gerard behind everyone's back, selling Derek and his Pack out to the hunters, handing both Matt and Jackson over to Gerard to save his own ass, giving Gerard all the information Gerard wanted on Derek and his Pack, and violating a rape victim is heroic. But them stooping as low – lower than usual –as to claim that Scott "Had A Valid Reason" to violate someone's boundaries, bodily autonomy and consent and that Scott used and dehumanised Derek to teach him a lesson and make him a better man is truly on a whole other level of vileness and rape apologism. It's victim blaming at its grossest. The Teen Wolf fandom always talk about Scott McCall's abusive tendencies and behaviour, his toxic masculinity, and his utter lack of empathy; but his fans are even more toxic than him

The only difference is that Scott McCall is a fictional bully, while his fans are real ones

#submission #anti scott mccall #anti tyler posey

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princeescaluswords · 3 years

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Learning the Lesson

Allow me to provide some insight on Scott’s motivations. Remember this scene?

Allow me to reproduce a snippet of that conversation.

Scott: What the hell is this?

Derek: You know, I thought the same thing when I saw you talking to Gerard at the sheriff's station.

Scott: Okay, hold on. He - he threatened to kill my mom. And I had to get close to him. What was I supposed to do?

Peter: I'm gonna go with Scott on this one. Have you seen his mom? She's gorgeous.

Derek/Scott: Shut up.

Isaac: Who is he?

Scott: That's Peter, Derek's Uncle. Little while back, he tried to kill us all, and then we set him on fire, and Derek slashed his throat.

Peter: Hi.

Isaac: That's good to know.

Scott: How is he alive?

Derek: Look, the short version is he knows how to stop Jackson. And maybe how to save him.

In case you forgot, this isn’t the first time that Derek has surprised Scott in the locker room by being in the company of Peter. Remember this particular scene?

So, suddenly Derek is once again teaming up with Peter, the person -- if anyone needed reminding -- who not only threatened the life of Scott’s mother, but also his best friend, his girl friend, and anyone Scott was connected to, but also murdered eight people; savaged Lydia; transformed Scott against his will and violated his mind repeatedly, trying to get him to kill his friends. But hey, Scott should so totally trust Derek, right? Right? Right?

I also would like to point out a few other things in this scene that just might suggest that Scott was right not to trust Derek with his Master Plan. See the third sentence in the sample above. When Derek brings up his realization that Scott was seemingly working with Gerard, Scott explains that he was doing it under duress (which he was!) and he was doing it to get close to Gerard (which he did!). Let’s compare that to what Derek said when Scott demanded an explanation in Co-Captain:

Scott: You're on his side? Are you forgetting the part where he killed your sister?

Derek: It was a mistake.

Scott: What?

Derek: It happens.

But hey, Scott, should so totally trust Derek, right? Right? Right?

So, let me wax dramatic for a moment and paraphrase the last part of that first exchange.

If Scott was a terrible person for not revealing the cancer and the mountain ash trick as a way of stopping Gerard’s plan to get the Bite and hurting Derek’s feelings, then maybe fandom might want to consider that he learned his lesson at the feet of the master of concealing information and ignoring other people’s feelings, Derek Hale. He has zero room to complain, which to his credit, he never does.

#scott mccall #scott mccall defense squad #master plan #co-captain #anti derek hale #isaac lahey

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canyousevmyheavydirtysoul · 5 years

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Crayola. (G. Way x Reader)

For: @thrill_kill on Wattpad

Request: can you make one where the reader is new to a school and gerard is like the “punk boy” of the school, and they have to work together on something, and it can either smut or fluff (whatever you’re comfortable with tbh)

Note: Kinda put my own, unconventional spin on the whole ‘high school bad boy’ character. Because let’s face it, not all bad boys are hard-faced, emotionless, brooding males with eyes the colour of rich chocolate and lips so puffy you wanna kiss them forever and ever and a body so perfect that you just-

wait, what was my point, again?

Oh, yes! Not your typical bad boy. A bit different. Hope you like. x

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The nice part about switching schools? It was a chance to start over, re-invent yourself and begin an entirely new chapter.

The bad part? For some undetermined, totally unwarranted reason, virtually every class you attended housed a bothersome teacher who insisted on subjecting you to the worst form of public humiliation known to mankind – standing up in front of the classroom for the customary ‘new kid’ introduction.

Now, you’d gotten through most of the day virtually unscathed, since the kids in your first couple classes were thoughtful enough to completely ignore you during the introductory speech – something that you thanked your lucky stars for – and all in all seemed like pretty chilled people. They hadn't immediately made you feel like you didn’t belong by cross-examining you, or staring at you like you were some kind of alien species, at least.

And then you got to Chemistry class.

That feeling you get when someone is staring at you? Yeah. That. Right from the second your feet crossed the threshold and entered the classroom.

You did the obvious thing, of course – kept your gaze lowered as you walked and focused it anywhere that wasn’t someone’s face when you stood up front. All was going well, until you slipped up and accidently locked gazes with someone.

And it wasn’t just anyone.

It was clear that he was the resident bad boy; leather jacket, combat boots, all black everything… well, all black everything except his hair. Red. Quite possibly the brightest red you’d ever seen; a shade that could only be accurately compared to a Crayola marker.

But his hair was not the thing that caught your attention the most, oh no – the thing that captivated you was the fact that when you looked over at him… he had already been looking at you.

He had already been looking at you, and he was smirking.

You weren’t an incredible shy person, per se, but the way he was gazing at you brought about knots in your stomach and made the blood rush to your cheeks, and you had no choice but to look away as quickly as you could.

With your focus now off of the mysterious, really cute guy, you realised that the teacher had stopped talking and was staring at you expectantly. It was clear that he had said something that probably required some sort of a response (or at least an acknowledgment) and you mentally cursed at yourself for letting Crayola distract you.

“Excuse me?” you said, awkwardly shifting your feet on the tiles.

“I said that we’re glad to have you join us, and I hope you’ll be happy in this class,” the teacher – Mr Owens – repeated with a friendly smile.

“Oh, thank you,” you muttered, mustering up a grin of your own.

Mr Owens extended a hand towards the back of the class. “There’s an empty seat second row from the back, next to Gerard.”

Moving your gaze in the direction that he pointed out, you searched for who your bench partner was and – oh.

Crayola.

Nice one, universe.

For some reason, your hands were trembling slightly as you made your way to the back of the class, and you frowned down at them, clutching the notebook you were holding in an attempt to get the shaking to stop.

You’d been so focused on calming yourself down that you hadn’t realised that you’d long since arrived at the bench, and Crayola was watching you with a tilted head and an amused look on his face.

“Hi,” he said, snapping you out of your trance.

Your head rose instantaneously at the sound of his voice, which was much softer and friendlier than you’d expected it to be. Somehow finding your own voice, you got a reply out.

“Hi.”

“I’m Gerard,” he introduced, placing an open hand on his chest and once again tossing you a smirk, “But you knew that.”

With an awkward laugh, you sat yourself down on the stool, slinging your backpack onto the bench-top. “(Y/N).”

“It’s a pleasure to meet you, (Y/N),” he said smoothly, darting his tongue out and letting it run over his lips. Lips – which you noticed – that were almost as red as his hair.

You gave him a genuine smile, suddenly feeling not as anxious about being new as you had earlier. “Yeah, you too.”

Mr Owens went around the class, then, handing out procedure booklets for the experiment you would be conducting that lesson.

“The person next to you will be your lab partner for the rest of the year, and there’s no switching seats from here on out,” the teacher explained as he went along, “So I hope you chose wisely.”

He approached your bench, slowly handing booklets to you and your new partner. He took a moment to stop and look at you.

“I’m sorry,” he whispered, shaking his head once before looking at Gerard briefly, expression changing.

Gerard glared back at him and yanked the booklet from his hand, giving him the finger as he turned and walked away.

Confused, you turned to the redhead, pointing after Owens. “What was that about?”

“He hates me,” Gerard stated simply, pursing his lips and shrugging, “Thinks I’m a, quote, ‘bad seed’.” He made animated faces as he impersonated the teacher, getting a giggle from you.

Proud of himself for getting you to laugh, Gerard turned his entire body to face you. “I’m actually surprised that he put you next to me. Assigning a hot girl as my lab partner is not something I woulda expected from Richard.”

His shameless flirting caught you off guard, and you had to pretend to busy yourself with removing stationery from your backpack so that he couldn’t see your red face.

“Why does he think you’re a bad seed?” you asked, shifting the attention from yourself to him, “I mean, there must be a reason?”

Gerard ran his tongue along his teeth and shrugged, picking up one of your pens and twirling it around his fingers. “Personally, I think it’s just because I wear all black and dye my hair and have the whole ‘punk rock, bad boy’ aesthetic going on. That’s my theory.”

He creased his brow and looked up thoughtfully for a moment before continuing. “But, I mean it could also be because I bubble-wrapped his car last year. Or because that one time he caught me smoking, I put the cigarette out on his tie. Oh, actually, it’s definitely because I hooked up with his daughter. But in my defence,” he arched his brows and raised his hands, “None of that was my fault. Technically.”

Cocking one brow, you smiled lazily. “Lemme guess? He interfered in your business, and you were just returning the favour?”

“Exactly!” Gerard’s eyes lit up and he smiled widely at you, before biting his bottom lip and reaching forward to ‘boop’ your nose. “I like you.”

“Alright!” Mr Owens called out, gathering the attention of the entire class, “Let’s do a quick walkthrough.”

You listened to the teacher drone on about customary lab safety precautions, laughing quietly every time Gerard would mumble a backhanded comment, and once Mr Owens had finished running through the experiment, you began setting up the necessary equipment.

“It’s a fairly simple experiment,” you commented, slipping on your safety goggles and skimming over the procedure booklet once more, “Just testing for precipitates.”

“Precipitation?” Gerard cocked his head and frowned. “Like, rain?”

Choking on the air in your throat as you tried to supress your laughter, you shook your head. “No, precipitates. In science, that’s the solid stuff that gathers at the bottom of the test tube when you mix certain solutions together.”

Gerard’s confusion quickly dissipated and was replaced with a sly smirk. “I know what precipitates are. I mean, hello, I’m in AP Chem. I just wanted to see if you’re hotter when you talk science. My conclusion: you are.”

Finding a surge of confidence all of a sudden, you squinted your eyes and looked at Gerard. “Ya know, if you spent as much time actually doing the experiment as you are spending flirting with me, we probably woulda finished already.”

“Would you consider it, though?” he raised one brow, starting to decant some ammonium hydroxide into one of the test tubes.

“Consider what?”

“Going on a date with me?”

Before your brain could even begin to process the question and formulate a response, the sight of the test tube overflowing caught your eye, and you gasped.

“Gerard, the tube!”

“What? OH SHIT!”

The redhead scrambled to find some paper towels to clean up with and in the process of hopping off of the stool somehow managed to knock over the bromothymol blue, staining the white bench a dark blue colour.

The commotion caught the attention of everyone else in the room, especially Mr Owens, who looked on disapprovingly.

“What happened?”

Gerard, irritated at himself for spilling the chemicals and upset over the fact that some spilled on his jacket, snapped back a reply. “What does it look like, genius? The chemicals spilt.”

Owens folded his arms. “They spilt or you spilled them?”

“Suck my dick, Richard.”

“I can’t believe I’m in here. I didn’t even do anything wrong…”

Gerard, lounging comfortable in his usual seat with his legs propped up on the desk in front of him, looked at you in excitement. “Welcome, princess! Is this your first time?”

Grinding your teeth, you glared at the redhead. “Yes, and it’s all your fault!”

“Hey, that teacher DESERVED to be cussed out, okay?” Gerard scoffed, jutting a thumb over his shoulder.

“No, he really didn’t!” you argued, voice high. Letting out a loud groan, you dropped your head in your hands. “I had plans for after school and you just ruined it, you fucking Crayola!”

Gerard’s brows arched in surprise. “Oh, so we’re already on a nicknaming basis? Awesome.”

He laughed as you made an impolite hand gesture, and shifted his chair closer to yours.

“You still haven’t answered my question.”

“What question?” you hissed impatiently, pissed off beyond belief.

“Will you go out with me?”

Your eyes practically bulged out of your head. “Are you kidding me? After you got me thrown into detention? No fucking way.”

Gerard stayed silent and thought for a second. “So you’re saying that if I hadn’t gotten you thrown in here, you would have said yes?”

You stared at him, unblinking, for a long while before eventually answering. “I guess now we’ll never know, huh, Crayola?”

“We’ll see about that.”

“Crayons aren't my type.”

Another goddamned smirk.

“Don’t worry, princess. I’ll turn you into a Crayola, too. Just you wait.”

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Thank you for reading x

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gloriousfanfics · 7 years

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Famous Last Words: Chapter 1

Word Count: 1821

Description: When soulmates find each other, they never drift apart. Even when the times keep them apart, they will always find each other in the end. Frank Iero is a 300 year old vampire who was turned by the love of his life who was burned with a stake through his heart, decides to return to Cooperstown where all of the events occurred. But little does he know his soulmate’s soul lives on inside a boy called Gerard Way

On with the story:

Frank’s P.O.V

This is the start of my 100th journal and it’s been 300 years since the man I loved died. I saw him scream in pain as the stake was stabbed through his ribs, and then barely alive he was being burnt alive. I heard his dying thoughts which have been imprinted in my head as if it was yesterday that he died. I’m starting a new school again. It’s annoying for me but I have to act like a normal mortal don’t I? I mean Arthur didn’t die and tell me to leave he wanted to save me from that fate. So why would I be stupid enough to put myself in the position that got him killed?

High school really sucks as well and no matter how many times you repeat it, it’s always the same thing. But in all these centuries I’ve repeated high school I’ve had fun fitting in with different cliques. I mean like people think what clique you’re in defines your whole life but once high school is over they don’t matter and besides all the friends I had are dead.

But this repeat of high school is different for me like very different for me because I’m back in Cooperstown. The town my father who was a vampire hater helped found. It’s also the place where I met the immortal Arthur. Who looked the same as he did when he was 24. When I came back into the town I had to use some compulsion to get myself into my old house. I even found two random strangers to act as my parents. Because I still look like a 17 year old if I’m honest.

It’s a nice thing that I’m inside my old home, because it’s comforting that they haven’t changed any of it the whole interior is perfect. And my old room still looks the same. This house has so many memories of my time with Arthur inside it. But thinking about it is pretty sad because well, I didn’t plan to spend my immortal life like this. I didn’t plan to be alone.

I can’t wait to walk into another hell, which will obviously be filled with stupid idiots, scary people and those stereotyped dump jocks. I can’t actually wait to walk into hell again.

Time skip: In Cooperstown high, Normal P.O.V

Frank walked into coopers town high, he didn’t really know who he was going to be, but he decided he’ll fit in with whatever clique found him first. On his way to the office to enter the school he spotted a boy with black hair that just reached his shoulder, he looked exactly the same as Arthur did. From the soft cheek bones to the eyes. But as soon as he saw the boy he disappeared behind a door labelled principles office. Frank continued walking to the office. Once there he got his time table and locker key, Frank then decided to go to his lessons first and locker after a lesson.

Due to Franks plan, he was pacing down the halls, trying to find his English class room. Frank hated it, he hated being a 300 year old vampire. Sometimes he wished that he would have just died with his lover in the same way. He wished that times were different. He didn’t like it at all. Frank knew he was lucky to meet Arthur. But he couldn’t help but feel that it was his fault Arthur died.

“Hey, are you new?” asked a boy with lightly brown skin and brown hair that just reached the shoulder

“Yeah, the names Franklin. But I’d prefer it if you called me Frank” Frank replied

“I’m Vic” said the boy “and this is Kellin. If you’d like we’ll help you get to your next class”

“Thanks I’ve got English in room 102” Frank replied

“Oh that’s great news, me and Vic are in that class. But Miss is very annoying” Kellin stated

“That’s true” Vic added

“Anyway instead of talking about our annoying English teacher we should get moving. You know what she’s like if we’re late” Kellin said

“True. Also we have two hours and please, please, please, Kellin try not to sleep” Vic said

“I’d try but I dunno. The lessons can get quite boring Vic” Kellin added

“True” Vic replied “Come on Frank”

Break Time:

“Frank we’d like you to meet our squad” Kellin says “this is Patrick Stump, Pete wentz and Brendon Urie”

“Nice to meet you” Patrick greeted

“Sup dawg” Pete greets with one of those stupid grins on his face

“Hey, I’m Pete Wentz from chemistry” Brendon said a tad too excitedly

“Dude, I’m Pete Wentz, get fucked Brendon” Pete states while being really pissed off with Brendon

“Lol, I’m Frank Iero” Frank greeted

“So we now have three founding families in our clique” Patrick states

“Seriously, all we need now is one of the Way’s and we are the coolest” Pete said

“Pete, you will not be cool. If anything, you would be a pathetic excuse for cool” Brendon jokingly said

“Guys can we not start this argument again. It’s not going to end well like last time” Vic said “Anyways I’m out of her Patrick keep an eye on them”

“I’m just gonna join Vic” Kellin adds after Vic has walked away

“Yeah, go join your boyfriend” Brendon calls out

“Real mature Bren” Kellin fires back

“See you at lunch Kells” Patrick calls back

Time Skip: Lunch (I’m just to lazy)

Frank had to sit through two hours of boredom, chemistry and maths. Frank was in the same chemistry class as Brendon and the same maths class as Patrick, who really isn’t good at maths. Currently Frank, Kellin, Brendon, Pete and Patrick were in the que for lunch. The lunch hall had that typical clique layout. It’s pretty basic really. But it was okay for a town where everyone knew everyone. The lunch that they received at this school was defiantly not the best. Frank and his new friends sat down and then there was the dark-haired kid from earlier walked by their table.

“Who’s he?” Frank enquired

“Bad news” Brendon answered “no matter what your sexuality is”

“Why is he bad news?” Frank asked

“Well, for starters he’s the son of a founding family, the Way’s” Kellin lists “he hangs with Bert McCracken, the school’s dealer for pot and crack heads alike. He’s an asshole and will break you if you get to close”

“Woah” Frank says

“Yeah” Brendon adds

“So is there anyone else I need to stay away from?” Frank asks

“Nope” Kellin replies “Just that group”

“So, Frank, what’s your phone number?” Vic asks

“Pass your phone” Frank asks

“Here you go” Vic said as he passed his phone over to Frank, and Frank then adds his number into Kellin’s contacts list. “Here you go” Frank said.

“Thanks Frank”

“No problem Kellin” Frank said “So who’s got games next?”

“I do” Patrick replies glumly

“Same here” Pete chirps in

“I hate games” Patrick states

“Why?” Asked Frank

“oh, because I’m no good at sports. In fact, I’m so good at sports I want to start a band with Pete here who knows a lot about Music” Patrick answers

“Oh, guys pre-warning Gerard’s in your class, so Patrick please try not to get emotional when he makes fun of your size” Vic warned

Last lesson: Gym: Changing rooms

“Hey look the fatty and the bones have a new friend” Jeph whispers to Gerard

“Oh god who’d want to talk to them?” Gerard whispered back

“Just look how skinny the emo wannabe is” Jeph mocks

“Hey, Wentz, didn’t you know that breathing the air has calories?” Gerard calls out

“Fuck off” Pete replied while throwing his gym shirt on and walking out with Patrick trailing behind

“So what’s your name?” Jeph asks Frank

“Frank” Frank replies

“So Frank what are you doing with those two trash bags?” Gerard asks

“They’re my friends” Frank responds

“Are they really?” Gerard asks

“Yeah” replies Frank while looking at his face. In that moment Frank realised that Gerard had an exact resemblance to Arthur.

Time skip: After school: Group chat

Living_meme: So how was your talk with Gerard?

Funghoul: It was strange, he asked me why I was friends with you guys and then questioned that

Fedora: Seriously he questioned our friendship

Fedora: He’s never questioned anyone who they’re friends with before. Not even the past new kids

That_forehead_guy: Except his own brother Mikey about being friends with Vics brother Mike

Because_Im_mexican_im_better: That’s true it was strange even then though

Fedora: That much can be said

Living_meme: Anyways Frank have you taken an interest to anyone in the school yet, or do you have someone waiting on you?

FunGhoul: to answer those questions I’m going to say no

Living_meme: Have you ever been in love with someone?

FunGhoul: Yeah, Why?

Fedora: Pete why are you asking such personal questions

Living_meme: I dunno I’m just curious

Living_meme: So Frank what where they like?

FunGhoul: He was everything to me. Just amazing. I’d never thought I’d meet a guy like him

Living_meme: Seriously?

Funghoul: Yeah

That_forehead_guy: Wow

Your_Kellin_me: Did anyone hear the news?

Because_Im_mexican_Im_better: What news?

Your_Kellin_me: There’s a party being thrown this Saturday

That_forehead_guy: Who’s throwing it?

Your_Kellin_me: Lindsey

That_forehead_guy: We’re invited

Your_Kellin_me: Yeah

Because_Im_mexican_im_better: Great, Gerard is there

Fedora: Holy smokes though

Living_meme: Gerards gonna be there

FunGhoul: Let me guess because Gerards there you don’t wanna go

That_forehead_guy: Oh we’ll still go. Besides I’m going either way because you should never threaten me with a good time

Living_meme: Do you think they’ll be champagne and cocaine

Because_Im_Mexican_Im_better: Well, Gerard’s there, Bert might go so cocaine is a possibility. Champagne always

Fedora: Brendon when you go out please don’t get so drunk you pass out in a drain pipe

That_forhead_guy: That was one time

Your_kellin_me: remember when you and Pete roamed the city in a shopping cart?

That_forehead_guy: That was live

Living_meme: yes it was

Because_I’m_mexican_im_betetr: Remember when you lost a bet to a guy in a chiffon skirt?

That_forehead_guy: yeah, but I made those high heels work

Fedora: And there was that one time you believed you were raising hell

Living_meme: that was so funny

Because_Im_mexican_im_better: Oh My God

Your_kellin_me: I’ve go it on video

That_forehead_guy: OMG you still haven’t deleted it

Your_kellin_me: Nope

That_forehead_guy: I hate you

FunGhoul: Brendon it seems that you have quite the drunk history

That_forehead_guy: yes I do and I am so proud of it

That_forehead_guy: If I wanted to I could put it into a song

Living_meme: That’ll be such a good song

Fedora: It’ll be funny as well

Your_Kellin_me: Breadbin you should so do that

That_forehead_guy: It’ll be amazing

That_Forehead_guy: I’ll be famous

FunGhoul: Big dreams but a bigger forehead

FunGhoul: I think you’ll be famous for that forehead

That_forehead_guy: I could be you never know

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