"I'm Mrs. Williams, your new Art Teacher. I hope you like me as much a Way, but I'm guessing not." She sits with her feet on the desk, her feet covered in vans. Her orange colored hair is falling back around her head as she leans back. She's really cool, but either way I'm gonna miss Gerard. I know, is only been two days but It doesn't mean I don't miss him. I just want him back home with me with his fancy smelling coffee and beautiful voice.
Freddy hung out with me yesterday, which honestly is a first from this while. He's been with James a lot, which confuses the fuck out of me. Didn't they hate each other? I don't even know anymore.
Soon the bell rang, meaning I skipped the whole class by thinking again. I do that a lot. My mind always wonders and the ADHD doesn't help. The only way I actually even knew class was letting out was when she came up to me.
"Hey kid, you alright?" I looked up to her, the orange haired woman replacing Gerard standing before me. "You know the bell rang, Right?"
"Oh Um Yeah. Sorry" I pull my stuff and put it in the black Trans bookbag, zipping it up and standing up quickly.
"No worries, Kid. You alright though?" she stands in front of me, her thin frame is slightly shorter than I, me being kind of tall for a girl, it made sense. I nod awkwardly, just wanting to leave so I can call Gerard and have a little bit of sweet time with him before he preforms.
"I'm fine, mam." I say, casting my eyes downward. She sighs and lets me leave, where i drive home and sit in the room that we share, the one hollow of most of his clothing and a few of his action figurines, the ones he held dearly to him. He left the bat in glass here (A.N. gerard really does have one. Watch life on the murder scene) and a few of his tee shirts and maybe a pair of jeans that he forgot to wash but that was about it. I missed him and I missed the little random things he did, like he would randomly say a fact if he remembered one or he flips his hair a lot, like a diva. I should call him.
I pull the phone to me, quickly dialing his number and putting the phone against my face. The rings felt so long before he answered.
He was laughing happily when He answered, suddenly making me feel bad. I'm putting a damper on his good times. This is his time to live up his total dreams, I'm not supposed to ruin it for him.
"Hello?" I could hear the guys joking around in the background, Franks pot laugh and Ray's boisterous one. I even recognized Mikey's, the soft laugh of the quiet guy that is Gerard's Younger brother.
"Hey Gee" I say, keeping up my happy tone, despite my sudden shock of sadness.
"Hey Ris" He says sweetly. I smile, happy to be able to hear hear his voice again. I imagine him talking out of the side of his mouth like he always does, the adorable little fuck.
"H-Hows the tour so far?'I stutter slightly, feeling awkward that I'm on the phone with him and not face to face. I never really called him before. I never had too.
"It's so Great Ris! I wish you could be here! People already know us! We've had to sign things!! So amazing. I wanna do this forever." He says, sounding like a little kid whos excited from the first day of camp. But I'm happy for him.
"Oh that's- That's Great Gee. I'm really happy for you" my voice cracked a little, making him aware of my slight saddness.
"What's wrong, Darling?" He asks, hushing the guys before saying it.
"Oh nothing, I'm fine."
"I think we both know your lying" He says, a bit of sass spilling into the words.
"I just miss you is all" I say, sighing. I can hear him do the same, the air ruffling and making a crinkly noise in the phone.
"I miss you too, Ris. I'm Sorry" I felt like muttering Ya sound pretty happy without me.
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Only Bad Girls Get Good Grades
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