Frerard One Shots

Second Detention

I decided to write another detention one shot. This one is actually in no way relation to the other one I wrote. I feel like this one could be a bit better since it's not going to be teacher/student. Frank and Gerard are both students in this one. Enjoy. x-A

Gerard's pov-

I didn't really react at all when I got the slip of paper confirming another Saturday night detention. I had nothing better to do anyway and I didn't really want to go home. I loved hanging out with my brother and all. He was a good kid. Home just never made me feel safe like it was supposed to for everyone. I hated school and all the assholes with their picky comments. It wasn't the worst option of all the possibilities of ways to spend a Saturday night I had in my head though. I was used to this. I got an average amount of detentions. It wasn't necessarily because I was a bad teenager. I just had issues with focusing a lot. I was always lost in some sort of daze, constantly surrounded by a big fog of daydream. It didn't help that I was an artist. I drew random shit on anything I could find. It was mainly stupid thoughts from my head. Sometimes I drew cartoons from my favorite comics or people. My little brother Mikey was a big source of my drawing inspiration. I liked to draw people from school. I drew the girl that always sat in the third row of desks in my English class with the obnoxiously purple lipstick. I drew that one guy with huge glasses that sat off to the side at lunch. All of the different people were so fun to draw with their unique features and everything that made them stand out. But there was one person that was especially interesting to draw. I didn't know him well at all but he was a good person to observe. His name was Frank Iero. When I drew him, I drew every detail. From the curve of his lips when he pulled that half smirk to his messy hair sticking up in all the right ways. I didn't know how I felt about him. There were so many things to think about him... I tried not to think about it as I wondered the halls. I turned into the familiar detention room. Things were different this time. The room was completely empty. I assumed people couldn't afford getting detentions at this point so close to the end of the year. All seniors had to graduate at some point and you might as well do it sooner than later. I headed for the back of the room. I sat down at the desk closest to the corner in the second row to last. The clock read 5:34. Detention started at 5:40. Six minutes to spare. Knowing that time always went by so slow, I pulled out my sketchbook and flipped to a blank page. As my mind wandered and I got lost in thought, I found myself drawing the same boy again. I didn't have to look at him anymore to know what to draw. It may sound weird but he interested me. I almost didn't hear the teacher walk in until she slammed the door shut. I snapped my head up quickly and slid my drawing off to the side. She gave a halfhearted fake smile.

"Hello Gerard." She said. I greeted her back, returning the smile even if it was fake. "It looks like you're the only one here." She said with a sigh. I waited patiently as she glanced around the room, looking at her watch every once in a while. "You're a good kid. I'm going to trust you this time. I'll be in the break room. Don't leave or you'll have to make up the missed time next week. Let yourself out at 6:45." She said. She truly did look exhausted and I felt a little bad for her. Then she left without another word and shut the door tightly behind her. I sighed and leaned back in the cheap desk chair. It felt good to be alone. I grabbed my sketchbook again and continued working on my drawing...

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As the minutes ticked by slower than ever I realized that even drawing couldn't keep me sane enough to get through this. I pushed my drawings to the side again and sat there for a while hoping that it would be over soon. I didn't know why I was feeling this way. Normally I was fine. I fidgeted around in my seat, changing positions every few seconds. I counted the seconds while picking away at a loose thread on my ratted jeans. There was absolutely nothing to do and I felt like I was going crazy. I just needed to get out of the room. Even if it was just for a few minutes. Then I'd be fine. If the teacher ever saw I could just say I was using the bathroom. Being trapped in a room for an entire hour, why wouldn't have to use the bathroom in that amount of time. I slowly rose from my seat and headed for the door, leaving my stuff behind. I slowly opened the door and stepped out, closing it softly behind me. As I glanced around I noticed that the hallways were completely deserted and free from any staff members. I should be fine as long as I was quick. I started to walk around. I found myself entering one of the bathrooms. It was the nicest bathroom out of all of them in the entire school. Most people didn't really know about it including the teachers. Even the people that knew about it didn't appreciate it enough to use it. They all wanted to stay with their friends and shit. It was clean and in perfect shape which was another reason why I loved it so much. Sometimes I went in there just to think. It felt nice to get a break from people. To be by yourself and think because even at home you're never completely alone. I entered and headed for one of the sinks. I gazed at myself in the mirror and for the first time in weeks I actually noticed how tired I looked. I was more pale than usual which was saying something considering the fact that I was already pale enough. I had dark circles under my eyes. Not noticeable unless you were looking for them. I sighed and turned on the water. I splashed my face a couple of times and took some deep breaths, regaining my composure. It may have not made me feel better but it did calm me at least a little bit. Just for the time being. I felt myself start to get lost in another world again as I stared at my reflection in the mirror. Something smelled different. It was an annoying smell. Yet it wasn't that bad though. Almost as if I was used to the smell. To be honest I never really paid attention to the way things smell. I let my mind ponder for a little while on that thought until a voice spoke up. It scared me yet it wasn't enough to actually make me jump.