Famous Last Words

Chapter 1

Franks POV

I see him almost everyday. He is perfect. I watch as he shuffles along, art folder in his hand and concentrating on the floor in front of him. I'm nervous to speak to him even though I am aware that he just a socially awkward being like myself. I plan a conversation in my head. It starts with "I like your shirt..." And ends with "...erm I think I might erm kinda like you a bit erm maybe." The moment I see him my heart starts to race and I start to sweat, my mind going blank. I brush of the thought of possibly speaking to him and, hating myself, walk away.

I see chaos ahead of me in the hallway, people gathered round causing me to not be able to see what is happening. As the crowd splits, I walk up to my locker hearing a faint rattling inside. When I put in the combination and open it I see an amazing sight in front of me. His long, dyed black hair covering the right side of his face and his shocked hazel eyes staring at me. We gaze at each other for at least a minute before breaking away and immediately looking to the floor. When I look back to him is when I notice his bloody nose. "Oh god you're bleeding!" I say panicked. He puts his hand to his face, wiping a bit of blood away. I grab his sleeve and drag him to the nearest bathroom, sitting him down and grabbing as much tissue as I can. I press it to his nose, grab a tube of cream that I conveniently have in my bag and gently start to dab it onto his face. Gerard hisses in pain and pulls away from me but then relaxes and allows me to continue. I see a single tear slip down his face and instantly feel bad. He wiped it away and stands up. "I have to go." He says then leaves. I look to the door he just walked out of, longing for him to return but he doesn't. I am left alone like always. When I finally exit the bathroom, there are people everywhere, clogging up the narrow hallway. I must have been in there for ages. I walk out of the large glass doors, not bothering to suffer the rest of my classes when a pale hand pulls me back. He drags me out the doors and to a secluded corner. "Sorry." He says. I look at him with a blank expression on my face. "I, I shouldn't have left." I am stunned and unable to speak. I can't believe he is actually talking to me. "N-No problem."