MCR Oneshots

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Franks POV*

Here I am sitting in a boring uncomfortable chair, staring at the agonizingly slow clock.

It is 1:25pm and I am in language arts with an hour and twenty minutes to go. Language arts is not my favorite class but I look forward to it everyday. Not just because it's my last class of the day but because it is taught by Mr. Way.

I have a bit of a crush on him but of course I keep that to myself. I move my gaze over to him he was talking about some book that I didn't pay any attention to and didn't bother to read. He had black hair that perfectly framed his pale face and hazel-green eyes that I could get lost in. I've noticed some things about him that other people wouldn't bother taking a second glance at. Like how he talks out of the side of his mouth or that his nose is very perky and that he has very tiny teeth. Other people would say I'm obsessive but I call it observing. He caught my gaze and I averted my eyes to the floor quickly.

Before I knew it class was over and students rushed out into the halls heading towards their lockers. I was the last one out of the room and the hallway was almost empty. I got to my locker and sighed to myself. It had words like 'fag, emo, die, kill yourself' scrawled all over it. I was used to it though. I opened my locker and shoved all my books inside my bag. Just as I was going to shut my locker a hand grabbed it.

'I know about your little secret Frank.' I looked up to see one of my bullies staring back at me a sneer plastered to his face.

'and that would be?'

His mocking smile grew wider. He drew back his fist and punched me making pain shoot through my jaw. He harshly shoved me in my locker and the threw a balled up piece of paper at me before slamming it shut.

I heard his footsteps echo down the hall. 'Fuck!' I felt a few tears rush down my cheeks I didn't even bother reading the paper just leaving it sit. I just sat there having no idea how to get out repeatedly hitting my head against the back of the locker. I heard faint whistling. 'Hello?!'

The whistling abruptly stopped. 'Who's there?'

It was Mr. Way I felt a blush reach my cheeks.

'Uh it's Frank... Iero I'm kinda stuck'

'What locker are you in?' he sounded kind of panicked.

'346'

I heard a key being put into the lock and then the door opened.

'What happened? Why are you crying?' He asked concerned helping me out.

'I-I I'm fine this happens a lot.'

He looked at me confused while I shut my locker. I scratched the back of my neck nervously as I watched him pick up a paper my breathing caught in my throat. What if there was something really embarrassing on there? His eyebrows raised as he read it.

'W-what is it?' He looked over to me and smiled a bit.

'Nothing don't worry about it. Are you okay?' I nodded.

'Would you want to go get some coffee?'

'I uh I don't know I don't have any money.'

'That's okay I'll pay for it.'

'Y-you don't have to I don't want to be any trouble.'

'Its no problem let's go.'

He insisted that I go with him so I went. We walked across the parking lot and got into his car. I awkwardly sat there bobbing my head to a song that was playing. Mr. Way turned to me and smiled.

'You like Chevelle?'

I nodded.

'Yeah there pretty cool.'

Conversation went pretty easy after that talking about music and bands. We liked the same music which was awesome.

We parked in front of a small coffee shop and went in. We walked up to the counter and he turned to me.

'A regular?'

I nodded and he told the lady 'Tiffiny' as it said on her name tag our order. We sat at a small booth.

'Thanks for the coffee Mr. Way.'

He smiled.

'Don't worry about it and call me Gerard outside of class.'

I nodded. Our drinks were set down on the table and we both thanked Tiffiny. We sat in silence for a bit until Gerard spoke up.

'Why were you in a locker?'

'Uh I got shoved in there.'

'Why?'

'I don't know the person who did it said they "knew my secret" and punched me.'

He nodded.

'Do you have a secret?'

I looked down avoiding his stare and mumbled no. He sighed looking slightly sad.

'You can tell me Frank.'

I looked at him and then at my hands.

'I uh kinda like a teacher I thought no one knew.'

'Ohh is Miss Nestor?'

I chuckled. 'No.'

He smiled again.

'Mrs. Ballato?'

'No, no I don't even bat for that team.'

After I said that I covered my mouth with my hand and looked at Gerard who was laughing. I turned my gaze down to my lap, tears burning in my eyes. I felt Gerard grab my hand that was lying on the table. I looked up he had hurt in his eyes.

'Frank I don't care that your gay. I'm not on the strait train either.'

'Oh...'

He smiled warmly, still holding my hand while I got lost in those hazel-green eyes.

'You ready to go?'

I nodded and we stood up. He let go if my hand and I was already missing the warmth of it. We got back in his car and I guided him to my house. He parked in the drive and just when I was going to get out he grabbed my hand again.

I looked back and he was still smiling.

'Do you want to do this again tomorrow?'

I sat there in awe for a moment opening and closing my mouth trying to form words.

'T-tomorrow's Saturday wouldn't you rather do something else than hang out w-with me?'

He looked up pretending to contemplate.

'Hmm No.'

I nodded and tried to get out when he stopped me yet again.

'Oh I already know your secret but here.'

He handed me a piece of paper that that kid threw at me earlier. I looked down at it then back up at him. He leaned forward and planted a kiss on my cheek.

'See you tomorrow Frankie.'

'B-bye Gee.'

I stepped out of the car blushing furiously and waved at him as he drove away. I unfolded the piece of paper and saw two things written one in pencil and another in pen.

'I know you like Mr. Way.'

'And Mr. Way likes a student.'

It said with an added wink and an arrangement of numbers at the bottom of the page.

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I might write a full story for this too comment if I should or not <3 bye bye lovelies

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