--Frank--
It was the last period, after which I had to return to the household I had to call home, ironic isn't it? Home is where your heart is, home is where you're supposed to feel safe, it couldn't be more wrong in my situation, lost in my thoughts, I had only returned to the harsh reality and noticed a note on my desk, I immediately hid it to where it was out of site, opening it discreetly, when I had the opportunity of course, what it said, blew me away completely.
" Do you want to hang out after school?"
I scoffed, was this a prank? I thought, before looking up from the note, scanning the classroom, that had been silent throughout the lesson, my hazel eyes caught with the most beautiful shade of green, I had ever seen.
The kid from yesterday, the guy who reads comics all day, I wasn't one to judge, but it seemed a little out of place, I shrugged and replied with a yes, folding the note back up and handing it to the opposite desk, they then handed it to the raven-haired beauty.
I watched him as he opened the note, the seemingly bored facial expression had vanished and was replaced by the most attractive grin ever, he looked up, catching my gaze, I quickly looked back at my notebook, this guy really had an effect on me, the caused my heartbeat to race, long after I had thought that my heart had stopped beating years ago.
He had a positive effect on me and it was terrifying.
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After school, I ventured to the school's parking lot, taking out a cigarette in one swift motion, bringing it to my pale lips, lighting it and taking a much needed drag of it, I stood there, for a good ten minutes, involved in my thoughts, flicking the ash off the cigarette every so often, I was interrupted, as soon as I turned around to meet the gaze of the raven-beauty, I almost suffocated.
I brushed off my own actions and tried to play it cool, I removed the cigarette from my lips, holding it firmly between my two fingers.
I was lost in those beautiful oceans of green and small pigmentations of blue. I snapped out of my thoughts and tried to take note of what he was saying.
"Uh, Hi I'm Gerard, Gerard Way." He spoke, his hand reached out, I returned the hand gesture, shaking his hand, soon letting go.
"Frank, Frank Iero." I said, trying not to speak quietly as that was a bad habit of mine.
I took another drag of the cancer stick, breaking our eye contact as I did so.
He spoke up once more, I focused on him again, I took notice to how he spoke, the way his smile was slightly lopsided, that all added to his beauty.
"Sorry if I seemed a little strange yesterday, I just find you interesting, you're not like the others, you're unique and I guess that we could be friends, you know, if you're comfortable with tha-" I interrupted him, not caring if he wanted to say anything more.
"Sure. I haven't had any friends for a while, it could be fun." I smiled, bringing the cancer stick to my mouth once more.
He returned the smile, awkwardly adjusting his backpack's strap, his gaze wondered to the spirals of smoke that I exhaled.
I grinned, putting the cigarette out, I looked back at him, he was rather tall compared to myself. I let out a soft sigh and spoke up,
"Want to hang out tomorrow, since its Saturday tomorrow?" I asked, searching his expression for any change.
His face lit up, "Sure, here's my number," He scribbled down some numbers onto a strip of paper, handing it to me, "Text me where and when." He brushed a lost strand of hair out of his face, before someone called him, wanting to rip his presence from my own, I looked up, no fucking way.
Mikey Way
The younger brother noticed me, his signature shit-eating grin appeared as he approached us.
"What's up fag? Wanting to get it on with my brother?" He questioned, provoking me, I wanted to punch him so badly, but I couldn't do so, not with Gerard around.
I simply shrugged and turned my heel, ignoring Gerard's calls, I walked the long road back home, repeating the previous day's ritual, ignoring my mom and going upstairs.
I shouldn't get involved with the Ways, but I so wanted to.
