The weeks passed quickly for Frank. He would be with Mr. Way whenever he could and loved working on the script. One night, they stayed at the school till three in the morning deciding light cues. Running on caffeine and random giggling fits, Frank fell harder and harder. Sometimes, he'd lose track of hours with Gerard. Woodshop is also an adventure.
Frank glues a small piece of wood to a 2 by 4, paints a smile on it, and calls it "Sad." Gerard made a fully functioning clock and called it "Life." The students voted, and Frank won by a landslide. But this next story will forever be known in the halls of Millard Fillmore's High. The cat incident. Frank had read about carving animals in wood so he thought, 'hey, let's have the students make cats.' Everyone is handed a chunk of wood, a knife, and three days. Gerard recommends the body method where you carve the body first. Frank suggests the dick method where you cut a dick and make a cat from it.
"Are you kidding?" Gerard looks at him and then to the class. "Please don't listen to Mr. Frank. Don't carve or cut a dick out."
"SUCK THEM IF YOU HAVE PROTECTION," Mr. Urie yells from the hallway.
"Thank you, Brendon," Gerard sighs.
Gabe raises his hand because there is always one weak bitch. "Can I carve boobs? I don't wanna be sexist."
Frank chuckles. "Gabe, that doesn't even make sense," Gerard tries to clarify. "Boobs aren't sex organs. If you have more questions go talk to-,"
"Dick-sucker," someone giggles.
"Mr. Urie down the hall."
"Like you know anything about boobs." Gabe isn't very quiet about his responses.
"What does that mean?" Gerard looks angry now.
"We all know that you're fucking the new Robert. Admit it, ya hoe," Gabe knows he's going to get 3525 detentions for this, but he doesn't really care. Gerard doesn't give him any; instead, he walks out of the room leaving Frank to try to teach about carving cats.
"Um, so wood?" Frank says.
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(let's take a break and have some fun)
Patrick lays on the floor of Pete's apartment in his pajamas. The warm sunlight hits his face, forcing him to turn his head and as soon as he does, his nose taps Pete's. "Hello, nerd."
"Hey, cutie," Pete lifts his head up just enough to kiss Pat's nose. "You look adorable today."
Patrick sits up slowly. "You tell me that every morning."
Pete smiles happily at him. "It's because it's true.
"If it's true then why do I have leave every morning and be called 'Bro' in public," Patrick sighs.
"That's how friends with benefits work, silly," Pete reminds.
Patrick doesn't say anything and fumbles over to the kitchen. Pete follows him because food. "Are we always just gonna be that?" Patrick avoids looking at him.
Pete thought for a moment. It had never occurred to him to be anything more with Patrick.
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Since When Did You Become a Romantic?
Fanfictionstarted as a crackfic but got too deticated. they're teachers, gerard is married... to a woman, uh oh.
