ANON (Frerard)

Part 2: 2. Fdank is Very Emo

January and exams alike passed in a breeze. Frank, luckily did not fail science, although he was close, leaving the class with a fifty-four percent. As classes came closer to starting again, Frank grew more worrisome, dreading his oncoming art class. It really sucked when you felt like absolute shit around the person who you used to call your best friend, and you don't know why. His art class wasn't until second period, after hospitality. After lunch, he had a spare, and then guitar.

When Frank goes to school on the first day after the exams break, he smiles upon seeing Brendon, Amy, Hayley, and Jamia sharing hospitality class with him. Basically hospitality is like home economics, but only focusing on the cooking aspect. Frank finds a seat in between Brendon and Jamia, looking up to the front of the kitchen-like classroom.

"This is gonna be so much fun now that we're all here," Amy says in her usual optimistic fashion.

Amy, Jamia, and Hayley start discussing their hopes for the course and Frank looks over to Brendon, who is oddly spaced out and smiling brightly.

"Who put that grin on your face?" Frank jokes.

"What?" Brendon snaps out of it and looks to Frank with wide eyes.

"I just noticed you're really happy right now, that's all," Frank assures.

Brendon bites on his lip, stifling another smile.

"Somethings have just been going right in my life lately," he answers, simply, and they both leave it at that.

The teacher arrives, standing at the front of the class, and she waits for the bell to ring in order to start talking.

"Hello, everyone. My name is Miss Branford and I'll be your teacher for the next five months or so."

She's a heavier-set lady, with a kind face, and honey-brown hair. Her eyes sparkle brown with a petite nose below.

"I'm sure there are those of you who think passing this class will be a finely baked piece of cake, but here is where I tell you that you're wrong. You obviously had to of taken either home ec, family studies, or a lower level of hospitality in order to be in this class right now, so I'm hoping that this isn't the case for most of you. Anyways, I hope we can look forward to a great year together."

She begins to go over a basic overview of what will be happening in the class, and she goes on to start the first lesson.

"Today, we're going to learn how to properly wash the appliances after using them," Miss Branford states, and only smiles at the groans that follow.

She explains the basics of the subject, and they delve into the oh so interesting activities that follow.

At the end of class, Brendon's too interested in his phone to talk to Frank, and Amy and Jamia have jumped into some sort of girls only type conversation. When the bell rings, Frank take his time getting to his next class.

Art.

Frank fucking hates art.

Needless to say, Frank arrives to the class with a negative attitude. The thing is, it's kind of hard to take your time walking to the art classroom when it's literally down the hall from hospitality. So of course, Frank is early. He picks the spot in the farthest corner and sulks.

Frank doesn't notice Gerard, not until he sits right next to him. The boy smiles and Frank widens his eyes, surprised.

You could ask anyone about what happened between these two fucks, and no one would know, not even Frank or Gerard. Quickly, Frank reaches for his phone.