- gerard's pov -
tick tick tick
i was eagerly watching the clock, tapping my fingers on the desk. today was the last day before spring break, and i was extremely ready to go. i mean, it's not like i had plans, i just wanted to get out of this hell hole. our teacher was lecturing us about the essay that was due after the break for the hundredth time. it was supposed to be about the essence of love. stupid, right? i mean we're just a bunch of horny, emotionally unstable teenagers. what did any of us know about love?
finally the bell rang, and i don't think i've ever seen a classroom clear out so fast. everyone was gone when i was done packing up...even the teacher. after gathering my things, i walked into the hallway. it was unsurprisingly completely empty. i made my way to my locker, grabbed my keys, and started to head towards my car. i thought the hall was entirely empty, which is why i was surprised when i heard running behind me. i decided on ignoring it. it was probably some kid running to catch his bus. i came to the conclusion that i was wrong when i felt two arms snake around my waist. when i looked down to observe the arms that were mysteriously wrapped up around me, i immediately recognized them as frank's. he started to reach his hands up my shirt, teasing me. i grabbed his wrist and forced his hands away.
"i thought i told you to stop doing that." i said feeling my face heat i continued to walk down the hall.
"you know you love it." he replied. i couldn't see his face but i knew he was smirking.
"don't you have better things to do other than bother me? it's spring break." i said opening the door at the end of the hall, which let to the parking lot. frank trailed behind me.
"actually, no, i don't have plans...considering, would you wanna take me home?" he leaned against my passenger door, as if he just knew i would agree.
"no, i'm going straight home." i stated. i climbed into my car and started it. frank followed, climbing into the passenger seat.
"then, i'll just go home with you." he said cheekily. i just rolled my eyes and pulled out of the driveway, making my way home. i already knew he was going to come home with me. he always did. i would go to his house to 'drop him off', he would tell me to wait, and he would come back with all his things. my house was practically his now. my mom and brother loved him to death. even on days when he didn't come home with me, he'd show up for dinner, or just to talk. he was my best friend, my only friend. though i always wondered why. frank was so popular and pretty and people loved him. i was an outcast. i wasn't pretty or popular, so i had no idea why he had stuck around. i've always wanted to ask him. in the end i always got distracted or forget to bring it up. maybe i'll ask tonight, maybe i'll forget again.
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eventually we arrived at my house. the only people home were mikey and i. my mom had to fly out of town for business. i think it was just a ploy to get away from us for a week. i didn't blame her though, she was good mom. she deserved a break. i hopped out of the car and b-lined for the kitchen. when i entered i saw a note on the counter.
went out with pete, i'll be back tomorrow - mikey
great. i turned around to find frank, examining the fridge.
"what's the note say?" he asked pulling out the milk.
"mikey is staying at pete's house tonight." frank looked over at me and smirked.
"that's great, now we get the all to ourselves." i felt a blush creep up onto my cheeks. he grabbed the cereal from on top of the fridge and fixed a bowl. i had this weird feeling in my chest. i couldn't decipher it as good or bad, but i did know one thing...i was extremely nervous about being alone with frank.
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frank and i were upstairs in my room, not doing much of anything. i was at my desk drawing and frank was whining, as usual.
"geeeeee, i'm so bored! let's do something!" i stopped drawing and laid down on my bed.
"what are we supposed to do? no one is having any parties, and all the interesting people in the house are gone." i huffed. frank laid down next to me. we both turned to face each other, but when we did, we were unexpectedly close. we didn't say anything, we just looked at each other. we were only inches apart. if either of us moved forward, just a little bit, our lips would touch. i felt my heartbeat quicken and my palms get sweaty. that feeling in my chest was back from earlier. what was he going to do? was he going to kiss me? wait, did i want him to? frank leaned in a little closer, but before our lips could touch, i sat up. i didn't dare look back at him. i felt him sit up too.
"yeah, i guess you're right...there really isn't anything to do." he sighed.
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**hello! so, i'm starting a new story and i actually plan to finish this one! i've been writing this chapter for so long...i'm still not 100% happy with it, but just stick around. i promise it will get better! anyway, that's all for now. see you in chapter two...
