Okay fuck I'm australian, and all I know about American schools is from movies and TV, so sorry if it's not very accurate Hana okay pls enjoy
Gerard's POV:
Well, all of my friends have been driving me crazy for the last month with "should I ask her to prom?" Or "dude, do you know where to get suits for less than $100?" Or the most annoying: "you asked a girl yet?" I always get super pissed of about that, because I'm gay. Very gay, and there's a boy I've had my eye on for a while now.
A sophomore named Frank.
We'd go and have Starbucks on Tuesday afternoon, and talk about all kinds of stuff, school, how much we hated the town, comics and music. We'd talk for hours about music. One Tuesday I went to his house and he played guitar for me and I started freaking out because he was so amazing. The thing I focus on the most was the way his fingers moved.... It was enchanting, and quite a few nights I'd had dirty thought about his fingers doing... Other things. I was about 65% sure he wasn't straight but I was really nervous to ask him, just in case he was actually homophobic and saw it as an insult.
Come to think of it,
Today was Tuesday.
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FanfictionIt's prom time for Gerard. Everybody is going crazy looking for dates, clothes, limos and all that shit, but Gerard knows exactly what's going to happen in the night...