School Hours (Frerard) [Completed!]

Chapter Thirteen - Homosexuality I choose you!

AN ACTUAL CHAPTER!

Frank's POV

"Would you two stop making out, for fuck's sake?" I hear Ray groan and I laugh as I watch the scene displayed in front of me. Mikey and Pete were full-on making out on Ray's couch, limbs tangled and practically eating each other's faces out. I bet that's not the only thing they're going to eat out tonight.

Ew, God, no. They separate from each other and a pink tint covers Mikey's cheeks, then he hides his face in Pete's neck. Sometimes it's weird to think I'm fucking his brother. Yeah, it definitely feels weird all the time.

"You're all just jealous because I get this hot piece of ass all for myself,"

"Thanks, Pete," We all mumble in a chorus, and then burst out laughing, and I fist-bump Ray, who's shirt if half-way done, and he resumes working on the buttons. All of us were getting ready for Kyle's party, and we were pumped to see what he had in store for this last year of school. A few (and by a few I mean a shit ton) of conversations on the topic had been going around, much which included strippers and others that Kyle got Calvin Harris to be the DJ.

I sit on Ray's bed to slide on my red Converse and straighten my plain black dress shirt, approving of the eyeliner around my eyes and using my hands to comb my hair. Eh, good enough I guess.

Pete, his boyfriend, Patrick and I had showed up at Ray's house like half an hour before the party, claiming we had to arrive at the same time as a group. Ray just rolled his eyes and called us homosexuals. We didn't deny it.

"All ready?" The man with the fro asks and we all mutter in agreement, then follow Ray downstairs. At the front door, I stop in my tracks, making the blonde haired boy behind me crash into my back. I then turn around to face him with a sad smile before speaking.

"It's gonna be okay, you know?" I mutter.

He nods. "I know. Thanks, Frank," Patrick thanks me, and I nod in reply. He adjusts the fedora on top of his head and quickens his pace in front of me, hopping into Pete's car, Fiasco, leaving me to close Ray's front door and follow the blonde's actions. When we are all buckled up in his black car, Pete turns on the radio and begins driving, the catchy tune of Blank Space filling the silence.

"Pete where the fuck are your CD's, I can't stand this Britney Spears shit anymore," Ray speaks with a disgusted look on his face, and Mikey grins and begins to search for his boyfriend's CDs on the floor of the front seat and pops Black Flag's Loose Nut CD in.

"Excuse me! It's Taylor Swift you uncultured swan!"

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Red cups, dubstep music blaring and the sound of hormonal teenagers screaming.

Ah, how I missed parties like this. Not really, but they were fun. Whether it was laughing at a freshman puking his guts out or dancing with your best friends or being drunk off your ass you can't remember your name, parties were fun.

We walked through the front lawn, covered with plastic cups and teenagers making out, and since the door was wide open, let ourselves in.

"Hey, Frank!"

"Wentz!"

"It's the man with the fro!"

Yells were thrown our way, and I'm pretty sure I saw a girl throw herself onto Pete, but I decided what I needed right now was a beer. I looked over my shoulder at Ray and nodded at the kitchen, where he followed me, and apparently Patrick tagged along, his fedora and Velcro shoes noticeable anywhere.

I serve myself a cup and handed one to both Ray and Patrick. Ray and I quickly chugged our glasses, whilst Patrick simply sipped at the beverage. As Ray and I engaged in a conversation with a few girls from school, I felt a hand on my shoulder, and turned around to see no other than Kyle himself.