Frerard Oneshots

How Do I Love Thee Let Me Count The (Way)s. <3

Hey guys! I know it's now after Valentine's day. But I got this idea and had to write it! I hope you like it! -Aly

Frank's P.O.V.

It was February 11th and I couldn't have been more nervous. I was going to ask out my crush, well I was actually going to ask him to be my date for our schools Valentine's Day dance. His name was Gerard Way. He was the schools biggest art nerd who most of the people knew. I had never gotten the nerves to actually speak to him though. Maybe that would soon change.

I had known of him since our middle school years. We hadn't really spoken to each other at all, only the casual "hi's" and "see ya later's" in the hallways when it was crowded. I had only heard him speak to his friends from across the room. All I wanted was to be able to speak to him, make him know that I exist.

But unfortunately, I'm just another nerd in the back of the class.

I'm what you call a "punk type of nerd." I mean, I wear the punk type of clothing, listen to those types of bands, I have a bunch of tattoos/piercings and all that. But I'm also a huge nerd. Nobody really knows that about me. In school, I would be the tough guy who acted like he had no feelings. When in reality, I'm the biggest pile of mush you'd ever meet.

I wanted to be able to interact with Gerard at least. I wanted to see his beautiful smile up close. I've seen it multiple times from across the room, I would draw it by memory in my sketch book at home. He always looked so happy with his friends. If only I could be a part of his wonderful life.

I'd actually be happy for once.

As I walked into art class, I sat in my usual seat in the back far away from the others. Gerard also had this class. Usually he's the first person in class. Bit I was surprised when he walked in late and smiled at me before heading towards his seat. He never even looks at me. What the hell?

The teacher was being annoying as always. I started my project. Every few seconds I would look up and see him talking away about something with his friends. I was never included in them because I'm the weird punk guy that nobody cares about I guess. I wanted to listen to music but i still wanted to try and catch his laugh. It was literally like the Angels were singing together in unison.

At one point, he dropped his paintbrush and he had to get a new one. The paintbrushes were in the back near where I sit. He grabbed his brush and slowly walked over towards my table. Butterflies were buzzing around in my stomach in hopes that he would talk to me today.

Nope. All he did was give me a small grin and get a new paintbrush. As he walked back to his seat, I swear I thought I heard him say my name. Maybe i was just dreaming but I'm pretty sure I heard it. But I was also definitely not checking out his ass. Like come on. That thing was like a plump piece of cotton candy. I wanted to bite it.

But alas, he would never give me the chance to I suppose. Maybe one day things will change.

I tried to calm my nerves and settle the butterflies before I went back to lazily doing my project. After 30 or so minutes of painting a galaxy on a canvas, I heard him laugh once more. My insides bag an turning and twisting like crazy. I barely looked up to meet him, our eyes locked again. He smiled a bit more than last time before returning to the conversation. I darted my eyes back to my work. Thoughts were clouding my head so I barely got enough paint on the canvas for it to even slightly resemble a galaxy.

As the bell rang signaling the end of class, I got the guts to finally ask him. I then quickly put away my things and set them on my desk. I slowly started my way towards him. He was the last one out of the classroom each day. He always wanted to help clean up the mess so I just waited for him to finish without looking like a creepy stalker. After he had finished, he turned around and was met with my gaze.