Famous Last Words || FRERARD

5

"You have three hours. Play nice, boys." The teacher stated before taking a sip of coffee and promptly strolling out of the door. It closed with a click, the teacher locking it behind him. Play time! Gerard kicked up his feet on the desk, pulling out his sketchbook and drawing loudly, like always. He had it tilted in a way that just he could see it, not Frank. It was way better that way, since Frank couldn't see he was being drawn.

'What art style should I try? Cartoony? Realistic? Impressionism???' Gerard thought to himself, mumbling incoherently and choosing impressionism at random. It had always been one of his favorites for some reason, although he never quite did it like others did. He preferred to use hatching and crosshatching as opposed to brush strokes or anything else of a similar technique. God, Gerard was such an art nerd™. It was kind of cute, though. Too bad people are too scared to even consider he could have interests.

Frank looked around the room, spotting a boy who was sleeping in the corner, but not much else of interest. His phone vibrated in his pocket, reminding him that he had at least something to do. Frank? Reading fanfiction in detention? It's more likely than you think. He opened up some obscure fanfiction website, not specified because the author of this fanfiction is not a sellout. A small snicker escaped Frank's lips as he read where he last left off. The two main characters, both guys of course, were right in the middle of a sex scene. Frank wasn't the kind of guy who got off on this shit, but it was still pretty fun to read. His eyes scanned the screen quickly, his slight uncomfortable-ness growing a bit.

Frank was completely fine with sex. Well, he thought. He'd never done it before. But he didn't think he needed to. He never really....looked at someone and thought "hey, I wanna have sex with them." He fell in love frequently and was fine with having intercourse, just he wasn't going to be the one to initiate it. Many people saw his sexuality as invalid but it really didn't matter to him.

Mainly, his discomfort was from the fact that one of the characters was named Gee.

"Stop reading smut, Iero. Jesus fucking christ." Gerard broke the silence, setting down his sketchbook and looking over at Frank with a dead-inside expression. Frank's face heated up, his cheeks dusting themselves with pink.

"I-I'm not reading smut. Where the fuck did you get that idea?" Gerard only pointed to the window behind them, where his phone screen was being perfectly reflected on to the glass. You could see the text, plain as day. And boy, was it kinky. Curse the stupid large font.

"Fuck." Frank muttered.

Gerard slammed sketchbook closed. His drawing was shit once again. Frank looked....fake. Frank Iero didn't deserve to be fake-looking. In a sudden surge of emotion, he laughed, chucking it across the room. It slammed right into a pile of papers, knocking all of them to the floor. Breaking stuff was pretty fun for Gerard, so you could just see his eyes light up when the papers fell.

"I wanna destroy more shit." He stood up and walked over to the teacher's desk, prying open the drawers and taking a random sharpie out. His eyes glistened as his gaze fell on the sleeping boy in the corner. His name was Ryan or something, but that didn't matter. Now, he was Gerard's human canvas. Gerard kneeled down next to Ryan, popped open the sharpie with his teeth, and started drawing. He started with the eyes, drawing big, black circles over them that spanned from the side of his nose to the corner of his eye. He filled them in gently, not daring to wake up the other.

"Shut up, Brendon. Let me enjoy my Cheez Whiz." Ryan said in his sleep, still slumped against the wall. A small smile was on his face, despite his consciousness not being present. Maybe, Frank thought, he was in love.

Gerard didn't care.

He continued to draw, sketching out teeth, a hollow nose and a crack spanning from the temple down the side of his face. It was actually surprisingly detailed, for a drawing using only a sharpie and no references. He continued to fill it in, snickering the whole time.