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a/n: hi! i'm making the decision to edit the oneshots currently up because i want to be proud of what i put out there. thank you for those who stuck through with this book since the beginning of 2019.

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Frank walked nervously down the hallway, his eyes darting around frantically. School was just awful. He was really having a tough time. His parents got divorced that summer, and to make matters worse, someone had found his private instagram and outed him to the whole class. Frank felt like it was his fault for even having that account in the first place, but he needed a safe place to go, and of course someone had to ruin that safe place. He sighed, continuing what felt like the longest walk of this life down the hall.

He could hear the whispers and snickers of his classmates, and could feel the burning glares of judgmental kids. Frank gripped the straps of his backpack tighter as his chocolate eyes swept the hallway for his locker. He always seemed to forget where it was.

Beads of sweat ran down his forehead and his legs became shakier. Frank's anxiety was eating him up and all he wanted to do was run away and never come back to this town.

He found his locker, reaching his hand to the lock, carefully twisting his combination. The locker popped open and he put in the books he didn't need. In that moment, something caught his eye. A triangular piece of paper was laying at the bottom of his locker. He bent down and picked it up, observing what he found. Frank sighed, hastily putting it in his back pocket and assumed it was another stupid joke just to attack him. He grabbed his math textbook and walked off to class, dreading the lecture the teacher would give.

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Today was all about the Pythagorean Theorem. The formula was hastily written on the white board. He copied it into his note book, shifting a bit, hearing the crinkle of the note in his back pocket. Frank ignored it, continuing to write down each problem. If a is 12 and b is 14, solve for c. Frank drew some sort of half-attempted right triangle, labeling each leg.

Just as he was about to solve the problem, it felt like someone was watching him. Frank quickly glanced back behind him, seeing Gerard Way staring at him. A blush lightly dusted his pale cheeks as he turned back around to face the board again. A rush of panic then went through his body. Frank shifted again, hearing that stupid note crinkle. More panic rushed through him. Gerard, his crush, was staring at him?

Frank rushed to finish the problems since first period was almost over. The buzz of people packing up started to get louder around him. Frank, with no success of concentrating, decided to pack up as well.

He put his notebook into his backpack and stuck his pencil in his pocket- where the note was. Frank grabbed it quickly, unfolding the triangle. He decided to get it over with and read the stupid thing.

hey? meet me in the hallway by the boys bathroom during lunch. it's kind of important
-xoxo gw

Frank wondered who it was. Names ran through his head, but he couldn't think of who it was, oblivious to the obvious initials. Should Frank even go? He was worried it was a setup, but he would never know if he didn't go.

He trudged to reading class, ready to be bored out of his mind. Frank hated the long lectures the teacher gave, but lunch was soon after that class, so it made it more tolerable.

After reading came science, and luckily it was just a movie day and they watched a documentary on marine life. Then, computer class rolled around, leaving Frank in a pit of confusion and frustration because coding was not his thing at all.

Gerard was in coding and he was very good at it. Frank glanced at him and saw as Gerard ran his hand through his hair, sighing at the given assignment. Frank sighed, refocusing himself to some stupid coding thing.

Lastly, was social studies. It was an hour long before lunch. Frank fidgeted impatiently, not caring about the lecture of John Adams and Thomas Jefferson.

Ring. Ring. Ring. The bell for first lunch rang. Frank sighed with impatience, tapping his foot anxiously, getting a glare from the teacher.

He forced his leg to stop, continuing on with the worksheet they were assigned. Ring. Ring. Ring. Second lunch had began. 30 more minutes and he could meet up with this so called "gw". Frank took shitty notes, knowing he would end up copying off of his best friend, Patrick Stump, at lunch.

"Time to pack up!" the teacher yelled over the rising chaos of the class.

Ring. Ring. Ring. Third lunch.

Frank had never packed up so fast in his life. He ran down the halls to the cafeteria, setting his backpack at his table. He looked around and made sure there were no lunch monitors looking at him before he left the room.

Frank walked down the hall cautiously until he reached the boy's bathroom. He stood nervously, waiting for the mystery person.

He held his breath, looking around. Frank looked to his right and saw someone walking- and that someone was Gerard Way.

"Hey, Frank! Who are you here for?" Gerard asked.

Frank got himself together and managed to answer,
"Uh, gw? I had a note in my locker telling me to meet that person here, so here I am."

Gerard blushed slightly, making Frank blush too.

"I'm here for you."

Frank stopped breathing. Gerard wanted him? He stepped closer to Frank, looking him in the eyes.

"I've wanted to tell you something for a while now... The thing is, I've really liked you for a very long time and I didn't know how to confront you about it." Gerard breathed out

Frank felt like he almost died from shock. Gerard? Liking him? "I-wow." He managed to get out.

Gerard smiled and stepped even closer, a blush present on his cheeks. "I really like you, Frank. I have since 7th grade and since we used to be best friends in 5th grade. I'm sorry that we drifted apart, but I was scared of having feelings for you and that's why." It all made sense to Frank.

"I've been waiting for this moment, Frank, you know that?"

He weakly nodded, words not seeming to work or come out of his mouth. Gerard leaned closer and he felt his warm breath over his lips.

"Can I kiss you?" Gerard whispered.

Frank nodded, feeling Gerard's lips being pressed to his. He froze, not knowing what to do- or how to kiss for that matter. He just followed his instinct and kissed back.

"I'm so glad I got that note." Frank whispered.

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