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thirty-nine ~ homecoming (part one)

"But, Jamia, what if she says no? What if she thinks I'm just another fuckboy that's gonna call her a tranny and fuck her over! She's so much more than her identity, Mia, no one sees that. And besides, she's way out of my league. What if she says no?"

"Then she says no. But you'll never know until you ask," Jamia responded, rolling her eyes at her best friend. Yeah, he was her best friend, but Frank Iero could be a fucking idiot. "Plus, do you even see the way she looks at you? It's like she's begging you to ask her out with her eyes, idiot."

"But--"

"Just shut the fuck up. The dance is next week from tomorrow. You gonna ask her out or what?"

"Yeah. Tomorrow. I promise I'll do it tomorrow."

"Sure," she rolled her eyes and plugged her earbuds into her phone. "I'm gonna be at Lindsey's."

And with that, she shoved her foot into the floor and skateboarded away from him. Frank clutched his own skateboard to his side. He didn't like school dances, and the thought of going to homecoming one more time made him seriously sick. Jamia had dragged him to the last two in their Freshman and Sophomore years, and he promised himself he wouldn't go to another, but here he was, pining after the trans girl who wore leather skirts and jackets and doc martens and black eyeliner--here he was, pathetically pining over someone he just knew was way out of his league.

But Jamia was right. It never hurt to try. Frank let his skateboard drop to the floor, and he laid one foot on it, trying to untangle the mess of wires his earbuds were when he felt a tap on his shoulder.

He looked up immediately and locked eyes with the prettiest girl he'd ever seen.

"Hey, Frankie," Gee smirked, and Frank felt his whole face go red.

She was wearing a red leather skirt, polished black doc martens, and a red and black misfits tour shirt that looked legit. He smiled nervously at her and tucked his hair behind his ear.

"Hey, Gee," he mumbled. "Y-you, uh, you look really nice."

"Thanks, I was just about to say the same to you actually," she said, her voice raspy but flawless. "Skinny jeans look great on you."

"I--thank you?" he stuttered, rubbing the back of his neck nervously.

Gee smiled. "So, uh... what's up?"

"What?"

"Your friend Jamia told me you wanted to say something to me right before she rolled away that way," she smirked, her hands coming to rest on her hips, her head tilting the way Jamia had left. She shifted her weight over to one foot so her hip stuck out and Frank noticed this. Blushing, he focused on Gee's face rather than her body.

"Oh, uh, yeah. Um, I was originally going to ask you something, and then I changed my mind and now I'm going to ask you something else," he said, smiling.

"Well?" Gee smirked, her eyes sparkling. "There's nothing to be afraid of, babe."

"I... um, okay," Frank smiled nervously, blushing at the nickname. "Well, I... I just think you're really pretty... and really smart, and funny, and I'd love to get to know you better. And I was going to ask you on a date, but now that homecoming is so soon, I was just going to ask you out to the dance, and I... um... I didn't know Jamia set me up like this, I was going to ask you tomorrow," he finished, shifting nervously on his feet.

"I'd love to do both," Gee replied. "Although I'd rather go on that date first. Get to know you better, you know?"

Frank flashed her a grin. "Awesome. Are you free after school tomorrow? Since it's Friday?"