"It's my last day guys, so you guys can just hang out."
"We'll miss you Mr. Way" A girl says from the back. She's usually pretty quiet, but shes really nice. I think shes a freshman. Isn't that amazing, that young and already in such an advanced class. I wish I could have that talent.
"Well I heard you have a cool ass chick for your new teacher, so I'm sure you won't miss me too much. The bells gonna ring in like 30 minutes." He sits in his seat, putting the last of his things into a box. He Didn't have much left, seeing as last night we spent time packing stuff in here. He's leaving tonight in a big van, I'm staying in Gerards house by myself. I have no where else to go. My aunts are always busy with their shit, Freddie Would get into trouble with his parents, who check with him every other day. It Sucks having people who dislike you, like Freddy's parents do. Also My drug addictions lessened by a ton. I hven't taken anything in the last week. Hopefully I'll stay clean for a while.
My brother and I have been hanging out recently. Not at home, of course, but at the mall and random places. He said he met this guy named Kellin that he really likes. I'm happy for him to finally stop being the little douche bag he was. He said he only did it to fit in, and it eventually made him be that way constantly.
I think I didn't realize the time flying by, because all too soon the bell rang, shortening my time with Gerard home by thirty minutes. Everyone filed out of the room, some saying their goodbyes and how he was their favorite teacher. But it was soon cleared, much like Gerards desk was. I stand up, walking over to Gee and hugging him. He was checking to make sure he got everything, putting a finger on his chin in a thinking fashion when I did so. He let go of the slight shock that was caused, noticing how I was shuddering with about to form tears. He soon began rubbing my back as I squeezed him with the arms around his waist.
"Don't go" I whisper, instantly regretting it. I don't want him to feel bad for living his dreams. He squeezes my shoulders, squishing me in a warm hug.
"I'm sorry Darling." he says hugging me tightly. I turn my head into the crook if his neck, just crying into his black button-up. He sways on his feet, swinging us back and forth in a soft, soothing motion. I slowly stop them, feeling like a weight has floated off my chest from saying how I feel.
"I'm bringing you somewhere special today, before I go. You're gonna meet someone very important to me." He says. I sniffle loudly, stopping my tears from falling and looking up at him in a curious fashion.
"Who Is it?" I ask with my croaked voice. It sounds scratchy.
"My Grandmother, Elena. She is really excited to meet you, I've told her all about you. She's really excited about this afternoon. She really wants to meet you" I blush from hearing that he told her about me. She seems like a very important person by the way he speaks about her. She must have a giant effect on his life. How cute, He's a Grandmas boy. I feel myself start to smirk slightly, already feeling slightly better than before. He looks down at me with a happy glint now sparkling in his eyes. His lips stretch to a smile and he rests a hand on my face.
"There's the smile I know and love." He pecks my lips lightly and then lets me go. i chuckle a little, wiping under my eyes to get the tear streaks away.
"So are you up for going?? She's really excited. If you say yes we need to go now" He says it nervously, it was adorable.
"Of course I wanna go. Lets head out!" He chuckles and grabs the box of things, chasing after my fake excited self. Inside I don't think I've ever been more nervous. She's obviously one of the most important people in his life.
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We ring the door bell to the quaint little house and I'm biting my nails like a motherfucker.
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