Unicorns are Real and Emo is Imaginary

Frank needs to learn to steer a fucking skateboard

   I remember the day that he showed up very vividly.

I woke up that morning and tried my best to avoid Mikey. I did not want to sit through another fucking hash brown rant. I successfully made it to school without him yelling in my ear about how they're just 'glorified tater-tots.'

I was standing at my locker, wearing my only clean shirt, which just so happened to be a Misfits shirt, and avoiding all eye contact. This was all part of the normal routine. Keep your head down, do what ever you can do so that the other kids don't hurt you, and stay out of the public eye. That plan was going just fine, until some punk ass kid with cool hair came down the hall on a fucking skateboard and crashed right into me. We both fell down, flat on our asses. He was the first to stand up.

"Oh shit, sorry man. I'm really bad at steering this thing." he apologized as he offered out his hand to help me up. I took his hand and pulled myself off the floor, that was the first time I caught a good glimpse of his face. Shit he was cute. He had really pretty eyes, and he had a lip ring, and he just looked really fucking cool. Fuck I'm gay.

"Oh uh, yeah, no its cool. I mean, I don't mind, you didn't hit anyone important." I stuttered, shit he was cute, and short, really short. Like 5'6.

He smiled "I doubt that. My names Frank, by the way. Frank Iero, I'm new here."

"Oh, uh, I'm Gerard Way" I studied his face again, he had a pretty smile, a cute nose, oh shit, he had a nose ring too. Dammit gay thoughts.

"Well, it was nice meeting you Gerard, I hope I get to talk to you again, cool shirt by the way." and with that, he got back on his skateboard and took off down the hall.

I laughed under my breath and wondered how many more people he would skateboard into today. Then the bell rang and the halls were drained of life as kids scurried to get into their homerooms before they were counted late.

I walked into my room and took my usual seat, kept my head down, I was essentially trying to be invisible. As always.

That was always difficult though, due to the fact that in my homeroom I sat next to none other than the notorious Bert McCracken.

"Good morning, art fag." I cringed at the nickname that I always hated and tried my best to ignore him.

"Not talking today, huh?" Bert snickered as he leaned back on his chair and put his foot on his desk.

"Saw you talking to that new kid in the hall today, he your new boyfriend or something?" Bert glanced at me and then back at his shoes with a sly smirk on his face.

"No Bert, I literally just met him, and for the 100th time, I'm not gay" That was a lie, and judging by the look on his face he knew it too.

I tuned him out for the rest of class and just thought. I thought about a lot of things, mainly Frank though. I thought about how I would hate to see him being shoved in one of those cramped ass lockers just for talking to me, I thought about how I should probably just leave him alone, I also thought about how fucking adorable he was and how his face definitely did not deserve to be punched by Bert McCracken just because of me.

So there I decided, that I would avoid the fuck out of Frank, for his own safety. Because I'm a good person.

Little did I know that that would prove a bit more difficult than I initially thought. Homeroom let out, and I walked to my next class.

I sat down in my seat, got out my notebooks and other useless stuff, and zoned out.

At least that was until I heard a familiar voice from the front of the class.

My head shot up to face none other than the exact person I was trying to avoid. Frank Iero.

"Hi, I'm kinda new here, where can I sit?" Frank asked the teacher.

And as it turned out, the only vacant seat in the class, was right behind me.

The teacher directed him to said seat and he sat down.

'Shit. Maybe he won't notice I'm here' I thought.

"Hey, Gerard" I felt a tap on my shoulder.

I turned around and faced him. I was trying to avoid him, yes, but I wasn't going to be rude about it.

"Can I borrow a pencil?" he asked.

"Oh uh, yeah, sure." I said. I got a pencil out of my bag and handed it back to him.

"Thanks" he smiled and started writing down the notes on the board.

'Thank god, he just wanted a pencil' I thought to myself.

There was another tap on my shoulder.

"Hey uh, Gerard, can I sit with you at lunch today? Homeroom didn't smooth over too well, and I'm definitely lacking in the friend department, you're the only person I've met who isn't a douche" he whispered.

Shit.