My Love and My Hate for You are Infinite ☆ Frerard

Look At Me, Being An Author

I don't remember a time where I was excited to wake up in the morning and go to school.

Besides today, that is.

Honestly, I'm nervous and excited for the sole fact that I get to see Gerard today, and maybe because of this weekend, things will be different.

Maybe he will talk to me, like actually talk to me and be happy to see me.

Maybe I'll get another kiss...?

Okay, yeah, probably not but I'm wishful thinking here- don't judge me.

I wasn't sluggish about getting ready this morning like usual, my nerves making me energetic while I shakily pull on all of my clothes.

I smile shyly to myself when I recall the events of this weekend, this kiss Gerard and I shared, the love I both felt and saw..

I felt my heart skip a beat when I thought of the beautiful smile that painted itself on Gerard's pale, flawless face.

I could only hope that I see more of that lovely smile that brightens up his entire face to one of the upmost beauty.

Grabbing my phone and shoving it into the front pocket of my jeans, I look over at myself in the mirror making sure I, at least, look somewhat presentable.

After deciding that I look okay, for once, I grab my bookbag off of the ground and head outside beginning my walk to school.

When I walk outside I feel the cool Jersey air chilling my face, and whipping my hair around.

I look out at the trees, seeing the leaves that are changing into beautiful swirls of reds and oranges, a good contrast from the green they once were.

Again, I smile to myself, giddy at all the thoughts going through my head, like daydreams.

The daydreams my imagination concocted are just- amazing, involving specs of dark hair and hazel eyes too beautiful to be human, a smile so bright and otherworldly that everyone stops to stare.

Gerard runs my thoughts, never once does he leave my head and never once does the memory fail to put a smile onto my face.

I round the corner and step onto the street of my school, seeing it come into view, and instantly I feel the bubble of nervous anxiety in the pit of my stomach.

I shake my hands out a couple times and take some deep breaths before I continue towards the building.

I enter the front door and go about my normal schedule, heading for my locker to trade my bookbag for my books for my first class.

When I put in the combination and swing open the locker door I notice a small note flitter to the ground.

I bend down slightly and pick it up carefully, utterly confused as to what it is and why it's in my locker seeing as I never leave stray pieces of paper in there.

I slowly unfold it and immediately notice the bold and slightly slanted handwriting.

It's a note from Gerard.

I read the words on the page and a slight blush rises onto my cheeks and I have to bite the inside of my lip to keep from grinning like an idiot.

I think this weekend was probably my favorite weekend of my life. Meet me after school?
-xoxog

If I wasn't at school and a guy, I totally would have squealed.

Instead, I just shyly put the note into my pocket and squeal in my head.