Teacher Gerard/student Frank. Here's what they should look like in this story. <3 xoxoAly
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Frank's P.O.V.
Having someone like Gerard in your life was amazing. He made everything so much better in ways I literally cannot process into words. Whenever something happened, I would always run to him and tell him my problems. He could just say pretty much about anything and everything would be better some how.
Gerard way was my art teacher. I don't really know what came over me but when I first saw him senior year, standing there in his art room, I blushed like mad. I mean, I didn't really mean to, it just happened.
Thankfully he didn't notice but what he did notice was my obnoxiously eager hard on in my jeans. When he turned around his eyes seemed to land right on it and he smirked wildly. I just freaked out and ran to my seat where I sat quietly with my head down in my arms.
Months went by with nothing too crazy going on between us. He would randomly brush his hand against mine when he passed out papers. Or bend over right in front of me like I wasn't even there. And when he said my name, he freaking rolled his R's. I died every single time.
But something was totally different today.
"Hello class." He said as he entered the classroom and began placing his things on his desk. "Today I thought we'd switch things up a bit."
I fidgeted in my seat nervous about what was about to come out of that pretty little mouth of his. Of course he caught me staring at him and he smirked. What?!
He began walking around with his hands in his front pockets. "Today, I'm going to have you all pick a partner and with that said partner you are going to paint them as if they were your canvas. Now you may do this however you like. But I would prefer nothing sexual please."
Everyone began getting up for their seats and to their friends. I, on the other hand, sat awkwardly in the back alone. This was the one class I didn't have any friends with. Maybe I could just paint myself?
As I was having this thought, I was caught off guard by Mr. Way walking towards me. "Frank? What's up, do you not have a partner?" I shook my head no then fumbled my hands in my lap.
Mr. Way began looking around with a smirk on his face. "Well, I'll be your partner then! You can paint me!" He said smiling like a child. How could he be my partner? Wouldn't that be weird?
"Ugh, sure why not!" On the outside I was unsure but on the inside I was like, "FUCK YEAH!!"
He looked pleased and smiled. "Okay, well after we finish here just stay and we can go to my house. Trust me, I have plenty paint, don't you worry." He winked and walked off. What the hell just happened here? Does he know I have a massive crush on him? Oh no.
