Tell Me I'm an Angel (Frerard)

Epilogue

Epilogue

Frank was tired, and really pissed off, even though he kind of deserved his punishment. He had been being a little shit at school again, bunking off to smoke instead of attending his math class, but he hated math, and he was already failing, so he didn't really see the point in going.

Frank felt that way about most of high school actually, he already knew what he wanted to do, he was going to be in a band, so he didn't need to learn about biology, or the Pythagorean theorem, or anything like that. He was just bidding his time until he was eighteen and he could put all of this school nonsense behind him.

His family actually supported his dream, and they were fine with his musical aspirations, but they were determined that he finished high school first, which was the only reason he hadn't just dropped out already, because even though Frank was a little shit, he really did love his parents, and he didn't want to piss them off that much.

Unfortunately, Frank's principle hadn't agreed with his explanation when he had been caught skipping class, so now he was stuck working in the library for an hour every day after school, because apparently detention wasn't cutting it for Frank anymore, so they had moved up to forced labor.

Not that Frank was doing that much actual work, he was supposed to be placing the returned books back onto the correct shelves, but he had found a guitar magazine among the stack, and he had been reading that for the past ten minutes. The teacher that was supposed to be supervising him had drifted off against the desk, so Frank didn't have to worry about being caught.

He was just getting immersed in a really good article, when the door to the library creaked open, causing Frank to rapidly hide the magazine behind his back, just in case another teacher had come in to check up on him.

But instead of a teacher, Frank saw a black haired boy walking toward the desk nervously. He looked slightly familiar, and Frank was pretty sure he was the new student who had just moved here a few days ago, he had been in most of the classes Frank had attended today, but he hadn't properly met him. He looked pretty cool, at least his Nirvana shirt did, but Frank was kind of ticked off at being interrupted in his readings.

"Hey...um - can you help me?" The boy asked shyly, not lifting his gaze from his well-worn checkered vans.

"I don't really work here, I'm just getting punished for skipping class, but I guess I can try." Frank shrugged like it didn't matter one way or the other, which it really didn't, regretfully stowing his magazine away as he walked over to the new boy's side.

"Well I would ask her, but I don't think she would be much help." Frank snorted as the kid gestured to the sleeping teacher.

"Yeah, you are probably right. What did you need?" Frank actually spent quite a bit of time in the library, because he really did like to read, so he knew where most things were, and he didn't mind helping this boy so much anymore. He was funny, and kind of cute, at least from what Frank could see, most of his face was obscured by his long hair. Frank decided it wouldn't hurt to be nice to him, he could probably use a friend with him being transferred here and all, and he was a bit short in the friend department himself.

"I'm new here, and they didn't have any extra textbooks left, so I need to use the library's copy until they can order me my own." The boy finally looked up, pushing his tangled locks out of his face as he did so, and Frank swore his heart stopped beating.

This kid wasn't just cute, he was fucking gorgeous, with a small button nose and hazel eyes that were to die for, and even though he was a little bit chunky, it looked good on him, really good, and Frank wasn't just being nice, but it wasn't his looks that caused Frank's breath to hitch and his heart to stop beating. He felt something when he looked at this boy, something similar to nostalgia, like Frank knew him from somewhere, but he couldn't place where.

The longer Frank stared, the more overwhelmed he became. Frank knew he was gay, and he had definitely crushed on people before, but never like this. Frank couldn't seem to stop looking at this kid, trying to absorb every one of his features so he could commit them to memory. If you had asked Frank yesterday if he had believed in love at first sight, he would have scoffed in your face, but now Frank was seriously rethinking his stance on that front. Not saying that he was actually in love with this stranger - that would be impossible, but Frank couldn't deny the strange feeling flowing throughout his body, and every trace of his previous irritation was long forgotten, now all he wanted to do was get to know this boy better.

"Uh - you okay?" The boy asked, waving his hand in front of Frank's face slowly.

"Yeah...wait - do I know you?" Frank stuttered out, unable to concentrate on anything besides for the strange feelings this boy was awakening inside him.

"I don't think so, but you seem really familiar to me, maybe I met you before or something. I used to live here ages ago, but we just recently moved back." The boy smiled sheepishly, and Frank couldn't help but think how perfect the expression looked on his face.

And Frank didn't know it, but Gerard was experiencing the exact same sensations as Frank was, he was just better at hiding it, but he also wanted nothing more than to spend some time with Frank, he just wasn't sure how to go about that without making a complete idiot of himself.

"Okay - sorry, never mind. Um...about those books, the school copies suck ass. Half the pages are torn out, and they are all nasty, but if you want, you can borrow mine for now. Like I could help you catch up and stuff." Frank mentally patted himself on the back for his split second decision, because even though he was probably the worst study partner known to man, he would try to pay attention in school if it meant he got to spend more time with this gorgeous boy. Hopefully the fact they were both in most of the same classes meant Frank's offer didn't come off as too forward, and even if it did, Frank couldn't help but try something.

"Cool...uh -"

"Frank, my name's Frank."

"I'm Gerard."

Ah it's over, I am actually kind of emotional. This story has been such a big part of my life for a long time, but it had to end sometime.

I will be posting an author's note soon with information about the sequel, and some thank you's as well, so stick around for that.

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