xx Okay so this chapter will be in Gerard's pov.
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Oh fuck.. Frankie could see that I was distracted. Now he's gonna worry about me.. I told him I wasn't lying, and I wasn't. I'm just a bit stressed out with school right now. Most of my grades are failing, and I can't for the life of me get them to go up. It's so stupid I didn't want to bother him with it. That's all I was thinking about though, was my bad grade in math.
I glance over my shoulder, and I can't see either Frank, or Mikey, so I wander back behind the school. I light up a cigarette, inhaling the sweet toxins into my system, instantly relaxing. Hey, it's a better outlet than a razor, okay?
I take another drag, while studying my surroundings. The back of the school isn't all that bad. There's a large field, and woods you can see. It's really quiet calming to just stare out at it. I take the few remaining drags, then stubb out the butt on the wall, dropping it behind me, and pushing myself from the wall.
I check the time on my cellphone, seeing I'm about ten minutes late to class, and head off in the direction of my English class. I actually quite enjoy English, the teacher isn't all bad, and I'm pretty good at writing, so I don't do so bad. I enter the classroom, instantly spotting the teacher at his desk. He doesn't seem to notice me, so I just make my way over to my seat.
Sighing, I look at the board checking for the assignment everyone's already started.
Check page 134 for reference. Write a short narrative using as many cliches in as possible. Due at the end of the period.
Okay, cliches. Not so bad. I pull out a piece of paper and a pencil, and move to grab my book. I flip it open to the right page, and skim through the many cliches written. Oh my god some of these are so stupid! We're like two peas in a pod! I have to control myself from giggling.
At the end of the period I hand in my assignment, and shoot out the door, making my way to my locker, where I can see Mikey and Frank waiting for me.
"Hey guys, what's up?" I ask, opening my locker.
"Hi Gee," Frankie places a kiss on my cheek, "Nothing, music was fun, though! Me and Mikes played a few songs together."
After I put all my stuff away, I shut my locker, turning to them. "Oh cool, I had to write some dumb cliche story for english.." I laugh, remembering all the dumb cliches I could fit into one page.
"What'dya write about, you and Frankie?" Mikey teases, and I can feel my face heat up at the comment.
"Yeah, Gee, did you write about us?" Frankie asks me, as we arrive at my car.
I kiss his nose, before simply shaking my head at him, and getting into the car. He scrunches up his face, and hops into the passenger seat, turning around and sticking his tongue out at Mikey, who was crawling into the back seat.
I hold one hand on the steering wheel, and place the other on the shifter, leaving it to rest there after getting into the gear I needed. Frankie placed his hand on mine after a moment, smiling warmly at me. This made bats flutter in my stomach, as I smiled back at him. I mentally laugh, how cliche.
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Sorry, another fillerish chapter, I'll try to add something better in the next one, mkay? Uhh, since it's like eleven at night, and I'm not tired. I might stay up, and write another chapter tonight. I'll try to get that up soon for you guys:P (Btw next update will be in Frank's pov.)
Keep reading:3 -xunicornkid.

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