Salt 'n Pepper ༄ FRERARD

❀ ch.3 ❀

【 not edited!! 】

       Now, Gerard swore he wasn't suggesting arson per say, but after his private Literature lesson there was really only one thing running through his mind; destruction of property.

Which sure - was very unlike the optimistic boy, but Mr Ben just had a way with words... and making them more boring than Gerard ever thought they could be. And he was deaf goddamnit - words were one of his only common grounds! And now the entire English language, one of the only languages he resorted to, was in ruins.

What a day.

"I simply don't understand."

Gerard finally came out of his mind to focus on the conversation being held by Ray and Mikey.

Ray and Pete were sat opposite him and Mikey, which should have been weird since Mikey and Pete were in different year groups -Mikey being a Freshman and Pete a Sophomore- but naturally Gerard got a few strings pulled in his favor. The school figured maybe Gerard would appreciate more than just one person's company at lunch.

"It's called a fast metabolism, cunt bag." Mikey said, sticking his tongue out right after the words left his mouth.

Ray rolled his eyes at that, but Gerard wasn't having any of that unneeded rude language. At least it wasn't being signed he supposed, but... regardless.

He lightly smacked Mikey's shoulder, making them all turn to him. "Don't call Ray things like that." He signed.

"Calm down, Gee." Mikey shrugged him off, "He knows I'm joking. Don't ya, Ray?"

Ray nodded grudgingly. "I guess... but I mean Gee's right, I've got feelings."

"Psh, all you've got is a pain and I think you lost it in my ass—"

Gerard shoved Mikey's shoulder again, shaking his head in disappointment. "Mikey."

Mikey rolled his eyes again, and soon they were jumping into another conversation entirely as Gerard zoned out once again. Though a few minutes later his plans were disrupted when he caught eyes with a certain leather jacket across the cafeteria. Well, it was a flock of leather jackets - but regardless, Gerard's eyes locked on them.

He watched as one of them materialized a guitar case seemingly out of thin air, making Gerard's interest spike. It wasn't a classic or acoustic - it was an electric guitar case. Now that made Gerard invested.

If some of them played electric guitar maybe they could start a band with Gerard!

Sure, it was quite the assumption, but Gerard was not only desperate for interaction with people who had similar interests to him - excluding Mikey and the others, but he was also more than attracted to the idea of being in a proper, non-imaginary band. Because really, relying on his brother's two friends and imaginary bands exclusively made Gerard feel just a tiny bit pathetic.

The breaking point for Gerard's presumptuous thoughts were when he caught sight of another guitar case - and he didn't waste any time wondering what they were even doing with instruments in the cafeteria, or why they weren't eating and instead pushing each other as they walked towards the exit of the cafeteria. Gerard didn't even realize he had sprung to his feet - only noticing he was practically speeding over to them when he caught sight of that weird guy that had called his 'gesturing' cute.

He stumbled over his shoes, nearly tripping seeing as he wasn't the most coordinated when he was running through a busy cafeteria. And unfortunately for Gerard, he wasn't the only one he noticed his trip-up.