Let's Make This Last Forever // Frerard - REWRITE IN PROGRESS

Chapter Ten

When I walked into art class the next day, I couldn't find Gerard sitting anywhere. It wasn't normal because Gerard was always there before anyone else. Instead of letting it bother me, I just assumed he was doing something much more important so he was running a little late.

But even though I only knew this kid for a day, it seemed very out of character for him to be late because art seemed as if it was his life and so much more.

Gerard didn't even show up at all during art class. This caused me to worry about his whereabouts. Not only was I a paranoid little bitch, I was his friend, and as his friend, it was my job to worry.

When social studies finally rolled along, I decided to ask Pete if he knew anything. When I sat down next to him, my first words spoken to him were "Gerard wasn't in art today."

"Yeah, I didn't see him earlier," he replied with ease, much more ease than me.

"Is he okay?" I asked.

"I'm sure he's just sick," Pete said, giving me a glance. I could already tell what he was thinking. "Why do you care so much?"

Oh, Petey. If only I knew, then maybe I'd have an answer.

Worrying was very unhealthy for my tiny, energetic body, so I brushed it off as well and just shrugged with a, "Yeah, okay." And even though that was very reasonable, I was still worried as hell.

I barely took notes on the subject, which I was aware, but I didn't care that I'd probably fail the test. I didn't even care about the test at this point, or anything else, just only where Gerard was.

Just to my luck, Billie came up to me at the beginning of gym. "Hey, faggot. I'm going to ruin your asshole today."

Instead of becoming scared and anxiety-filled, I just sighed out of sadness and irritation. "Billie, is there any way that I can make you not hate me? I could do you some sort of favor?" His devilish smirk instantly made me uncomfortable. "That is not sexual whatsoever," I quickly added.

His smirk dropped, thank God, and he rolled his eyes. "Y'know, if I find something, I'll let you know, alright?"

I sighed again but of relief in my tiny Italian body this time. "Yeah, sure, of course."

He then shoved me further away from him while mumbling, "Cool, homo."

The rest of the day slugged along as I just tried to keep up with piles and piles of worksheets I wasn't even fucking fill out, it finally ended, and I was able to go home and try and forget about the fact that Gerard wasn't with me. Damn, was it hard?