I never saw the point in the whole 'graduation' thing. When I was younger, and watched the people in the grades above me graduating, I couldn't help but think the ceremony was overly ostentatious, and just generally stupid. That was before it was time for my own, though. As the date approached, the school got more and more excited. Momentarily, the 'graduation' hype actually out-hyped the 'prom' hype, and the hallways were full of banners and signs and posters. It hit me only a few days before that, shit, this was it. I was actually graduating, and I was actually going to university.
So, in light of this, my opinion changed, surprisingly. No longer did I think it was a stupid, meaningless event.
I thought it was a really fucking stupid meaningless event.
"You're a lemon." Gerard sighed. I raised my eyebrows and snorted.
"I'm a lemon?" I asked slowly. He nodded.
"Yes. You're all sour and gross and...c'mon, Frankie. You're graduating." He said, shaking me a little.
It was what my school lovingly called 'farewell week', in which we had bullshit assemblies and mini-parties and stuff like that. All week. Thankfully, it was almost over.
Gerard was giving an assembly in maybe half an hour, as he did every year. However, considering he was currently being pressed against his blackboard while I kissed and bit his neck, it seemed unlikely.
"Jesus, Frank. You're gonna get fuckin' chalk on my back." He snapped, pushing me back slightly. I rolled my eyes and perched on his desk.
"So, what are you gonna talk about?" I asked, swinging my legs. He chuckled.
"I was gonna talk about how I'm fucking one of my students, and how he's a little tease, and how I am very, very in love with him." He smirked, kissing me. I rolled my eyes and leaned back.
"No, seriously."
"Seriously, you're gonna have to wait like the other students."
"What happened to 'the little tease I'm fucking'? Don't I get privileges?"
"Yes. You get me. Isn't that enough?" he asked, wiggling his hips a little bit. I chuckled, jumping off his desk, pecking him on the lips as I did.
"Yes. It is. It's also going to get me into trouble unless I go now. Can't be late for assembly. I hear the guy giving it is pretty hot." I beamed. He nudged my ass with his foot, laughing.
"Goodbye, Iero." He smirked.
"See you later, Mr. Way."
"Frankie, fuck." He moaned.
"Mr. Way. Please, compose yourself. You don't want to go out in front of all those people with a boner." I said, raising my eyebrows. He looked down and groaned.
"I hate you." He snapped, but smiled. I didn't say a word as I left.
I filed into assembly with Joe and Chris on each side of me. They said it was an innocent coincidence, but I knew they had every intention of making fun of me when Gerard was speaking.
'Cause you know. What else are friends for, right?
We sat in a row to the left of the small platform we called, somewhat wishfully, a stage, in the second row. I groaned when I realized the seats, because he'd probably be able to find me quite quickly with his eyes, and I was worried he'd stare at me.
I'd heard that he did that a lot.
Despite my reservations, I couldn't help the rush of pride that ran through me when he walked up to the small, unimpressive podium. His eyes scanned the room and I watched a blush form on his cheeks. I couldn't help but grin. He cleared his throat, his blush growing deeper. I watched as he self-consciously loosened his tie.
