Unicorns are Real and Emo is Imaginary

Gerard hops two fences in one day.

   Shit, I couldn't let him sit with me, that would be actual social suicide.

Not only would that result in the death of Frank's social life, but also the indefinite torture of him at the hands of Bert McCracken and his minions.

I also couldn't just say no. I had to think of something.

"Oh, I'm sorry, I'm leaving early today, I won't be here for lunch"

I, of course, was not actually leaving early.

He frowned "That's okay dude, I'm sure I'll figure something out."

"I'm really sorry, I know how people at this school can be"

"No really, its okay" he smiled and returned to taking his notes.

Now what was I going to do? I wasn't leaving early and I couldn't just try to hide from him and make him think I left.

I thought about it all through that class, and the next class, and the next class.

Soon enough it was almost lunch. I had to think of something. I decided that after this class I would sneak out of school and skip the rest of the day.

You may be asking if I was really going to skip half a day of school in order to avoid a cute guy. The answer is yes. Yes, I was.

When the class had been dismissed I made my way down the corridor and into the gym, which was completely empty because the teachers were on lunch break. I went out the door that led to the football field and hopped the fence that surrounded the perimeter of the field.

Luckily, I got out of the school and down the street without anyone noticing.

Now where to go? I couldn't go home. Mom would flip her shit if she knew I was skipping school. I couldn't just walk around, because I'm lazy.

Of course. The cherry tree.

I walked to the cemetery and hopped a fence for the second time today. I headed into the woods and continued along the path that led directly to my cherry tree.

The path to the tree was a bit long so it took while to get there, and every so often I heard a quiet russel behind me, but at the time I didn't really think much of it. After all, animals live in the woods, and animals make noise.

I continued along the path to my tree until I made it to the opening where the hill that beared the tree erected ( eyebrow wiggle ) from the ground.

"Fucking finally" I muttered to myself, as I walked up the hill and took my place below the tree. I took out my sketch book to draw, I thought to myself about what I wanted to sketch and then I decided to sketch the person who got me into this whole fucking mess in the first place.

Frank Iero.

I started drawing the basic outline of his face and his hair. I couldn't remember a lot of the features of his face, considering I just met him, but I would see them soon enough.

"Whoa." I heard a voice and looked up from my sketch book. "This place is beautiful."

"Frank? What the hell are you doing here?"

"I saw you sneaking out. So I followed you." he smiled sweetly as he walked up the small hill and over to where I was sitting.

I quickly flipped my sketch book to a different page as he sat down beside me and started a new sketch. He sat his backpack next to him and began rummaging through it.

"Okay, but why?" I said, not looking up from my sketch book.

He shrugged as he pulled a brown lunch bag out of his backpack. "I wasn't going to eat lunch by myself and I definitely wasn't going to sit with some assholes."

I stopped drawing and looked up at him.

"Why did you follow me?" I asked.

He tilted his head into the way that a dog does when its confused. It was actually pretty cute.

"I just told you, I didn't want to eat lunc-"

"No, not that. I mean why did you follow me. You could have just skipped alone. If you haven't noticed I'm kind of a loser and I'm really not worth being around." I sighed.

He looked at me, perplexed, before pulling a pack of cigarettes out of his pocket and lighting one.

"Well." he took a quick puff between words. "If you haven't noticed, I'm kind of a loser too."

He curled his knees into his chest and held his cigarette up to his mouth. He held it between his index and middle fingers while his elbow rested on his right knee.

I sighed and returned to my drawing.

"If Bert McCracken sees you talking to me he'll beat the shit out of you. He hates anyone or anything that is even the least bit associated with me."

Frank laughed and his lips formed a sad smile. "Oh yeah I had a run in with that guy during second period. He called me a fag and flipped me off."

"Of course he did." I sighed and looked at the cigarette between Frank's fingers. "Can I have a cigarette?" I gestured to the cancer stick in his hand.

Frank pulled the pack cigarettes out of his pocket.

"You smoke?" he asked as he handed me a cigarette and a lighter.

I stuck the cigarette between my teeth and lit it, then handed the lighter back to him and took the cancer stick out of my mouth and held it between my fingers.

"Yeah, they're gonna fucking kill me one day." I said before taking a long drag of my cigarette.

We smoked and talked for a while about nothing particularly significant.

He was so easy to talk to and everything with him just came so naturally. I had never been able to talk to someone as easily as I could with him.

Then somehow we got on the subject of music.

"You like Black Flag too?" his eyes widened when he talked about music, it was obviously something dear to him.

I laughed at how enthusiastic he sounded.

"Yeah, I love Black Flag. I like Green Day and Iron Maiden too."

He laughed. "We're so fucking emo." he said jokingly.

I laughed along with him. He had a really contagious stoner laugh.

"Hey, come on." I nudged his shoulder with my elbow. "Unicorns are real, but emo is imaginary."

"What the hell is that supposed to mean?" he snickered.

"I have no idea, but my brother said it once."