School Isn't so Bad if You're Here»Frerard

Two

Frank Iero's POV

I tapped my pencil against my notebook. I was writing a rough draft of a project of a group project we were doing in math class. Well, I was attempting to. Of course, I grouped with Gerard. We got the teacher to let us work in a group of two, so that's pretty exciting. "What if we did something algebra... ey?" Gerard questioned. We burst out into laughter. The teacher gave us a crappy look. You know the one, the "If you don't get to work, I'll threaten to get you in trouble even though I probably won't" look. We get it all the time. After a few minutes, we actually started working. We did end up doing something algebra-ey, thanks to Gerard. He was rambling on about something like who discovered it and blah blah blah. I didn't really listen to his words, I just loved hearing his voice, you know? I must have zoned out or something because before I knew it, Gerard was snapping his fingers in front of my face. "Did you catch any of that?" He said. "Yyy... no, none of that." Gerard fell into a fit of giggles, and I was surprised I didn't explode because of his cuteness. Before I knew it, the bell rang and we still only had part of a rough draft. "Oh, mister Way, you will be the death of me." I sighed, knowing I'd have to finish over the weekend. "Well we could finish over the weekend!" He responded as if he was reading my mind, obviously enthusiastic about our dumb project. "Sure, you could come to my house over the weekend. My mom probably won't be home, if that's cool with you." Gerard instantly smiled his tiny smile that sent fireworks through me. "I would love that! Text me!" And with that, he was gone. I went to my locker and began to put things in and take things out of my backpack. Since it was Friday and the last bell just rang, everybody was rushing around me. Once I finally escaped that place, my walk home began. I took in my surroundings and smiled. Gerard Way, possibly the cutest thing on the planet, would be seeing me all day, no distractions, tomorrow. Just thinking about him relaxed me. What is this kid doing to me? I mean, I always assumed I was gay, but this one really got to me. I had tried dating girls a while back, but I never really felt anything. But with Gerard, I just wanted to wrap him up in a blanket, watch a movie and cuddle. I let out a sigh, knowing he would probably never feel the same. "Hey, shortie!" I heard a voice from behind me. I rolled my eyes and stopped walking. "What do you want, Mikey?" I turned to the kid. "Rumor has it you've got a boyfriend. Is it true, gayboy?" I rolled my eyes again. I wish he was. I thought. "No, Mikey, get off of my back about it." I spat out and begin walking again. "Whatever. You're never gonna get one." He said and crosses the street where he usually does. Before I turned, I yelled across the intersection to him. "And I'm over five feet tall!" And I began jogging in the other direction. Okay, 5'1". But still over five feet tall! It wasn't my fault I was a midget. I reached my front door and fumbled with my keys. I found the right one and let myself in. "Hey Frankie! I'd like you to meet someone!" I heard my mother from the living room. Of course. Ever since my father died 4 years ago, she'd been bringing a new guy home practically every week. I took a deep breath and entered the room. "Hey, I'm Brendon." Says the tall man in front of me and holds out his hand. I grasp it firmly. "Nice to meet you. I'm Frank." I reply in a monotone voice. This guy seemed decent, though. He was in shape and actually seemed to take care of himself. "I'm going to my room, okay Mom?" I nod at Brendon in an attempted friendly gesture. Halfway up the stairs, I yell down them. "Oh, and can I have a friend over tomorrow? We're working on a school project." She nods and relief washes over me. I race up the remaining stairs and pull out my phone.

Frank: my mom said yes about tomorrow. what time works for u?

I waited impatiently and kept hopefully glancing at my phone every few seconds. I'm not obsessed, I swear. Well, I admit, I kind of am. I mean, how can I not be? Bing.

Gerard: my mom agreed as well. how's 9 am for u? or u can sleep in.

Frank: 9 am sounds great! bring the poster thing. how long can u stay? my mom doesnt care how long u stay.

Gerard: all day, if thats fine! i love hanging out with u.

Okay, that kind of made me explode and squeal internally. Hey, don't judge. I get excited and happy easily, especially when it's when your crush loves spending time with you. That's pretty amazing.

-Time Skip to the next morning-

Beep! Beep! Beep! What in the world...? Oh right! Gerard's coming over! I turn off my alarm clock and get up to check the time on my phone. 8:15. I jumped out of bed and raced to the shower. I showered as fast as humanly possible and began to choose an outfit. I pulled out some black skinny jeans (duh!) and tried to decide on a band shirt. Fall Out Boy or Asking Alexandria? I remembered that Gerard liked FOB, so that's the one I chose. I applied an extremely subtle amount of eyeliner (since Patrick Stump does it, everyone does it) and dried my hair. It's fairly easy when most of it is shaved off. Before I knew it, there was a knock on the door. I remembered that my mom wasn't home, so I ran to get it myself. I greeted Gerard at the door. He was dressed in black skinny jeans like me and a loose dark gray tank top. I couldn't stop staring at him for a few seconds. "Um... Can I come in?" He asks, smirking. "Right! Sorry..." He raised an eyebrow while I pulled the door open wider and stepped aside. Gerard walked in slowly and began to study his surroundings. "Where do we start?" He asks. "Well, we could play Call of Duty and eat pizza or we could start on that project..." Gerard grinned evilly. Minutes later, a pizza was on the way and we were having a blast.