I'll Stop Breathing Too (Frerard One-Shots)

Hard To Breathe

Teacher!Gerard Student!Frank
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(Fun fact: the start of this is everything that has happened to me, the ending was only a wish of mine)

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It’s hard to do anything these days when Frank is at school, he just feels so fucking drained. It is coming close to the end of his school career and it would be a lie if he had to say that he wasn’t scared shitless. He was scared where his future would lead him, if he would even pass the school year, if he truly was as brainless as the teachers accused him to be and… how the hell he was going to survive in general. He didn’t want to put any pressure on his mother in the coming year because really, where was he going to get with playing out his heart and soul on his guitar? Sure, he could dream up a storm about becoming one of New Jersey’s local musicians but would it help him survive?

Franks mother did suggest going to the local college and studying music but after high school, he was so done with studying and school. Selfish you might say considering many people wish to get an education in general but he wished more than ever to be the best guitarist the world has seen, fuck he would cry if he could show the entire world what he loves since – lets face it – Frank wore his heart on his sleeve. Do you want to know how we know that? Well, let’s start simply by the fact that when he saw his history teacher walk past in the Offspring shirt, he stopped Mr. McCracken to profess his love for the band (it was a brilliant conversation as they spoke of how the band’s a fucking legend) but some fucking idiot student had to butt in and say that rock is not music but rather something that rapes ears. That bitch was certainly looking for a death wish, how dare she say such a thing about the very soul of music, the genre that is so emotionally connected to people that it saves lives and shapes every generation? Frank was on the brink of crying in anger and frustration by just those words.

So yes, now we know how fucking sensitive Frank is, we can carry on with the main reason he is dreading next year. He isn’t going to miss school nor the teachers but one person in specific, a person he fell head over heels in love with the second he laid eyes on them. Unfortunately, the two weren’t together because of the fact that Mr. Way probably didn’t love him back. Oh that man was beautiful. Frank didn’t know what it was about the man because he was definitely not the best looking guy ever and he was at least 12 years older than him but maybe, just maybe it was those golden orbs that gazed into his own eyes or the way he was just so passionate about art (another bummer being the fact that Frank never was in his art class but he would always look for excuses to get his help after school). It could be anything that got him to fall so hard; that god forsaken accent, the way one side of his mouth kept closed when he spoke or even how his tiny teeth make his smile look angelic.

It was obvious that Frank didn’t care much for Mr. Way’s looks; you could go ahead and ask Brendon Urie, his best friend, who always mocked him for liking the fat guy. Mr. Way wasn’t fat though, just slightly chubby around the stomach. Sure, his hair was also kind of greasy at times and he pitched to school with hectic stubble some days but Frank loved it. He loved him.

Okay, fuck, maybe that wasn’t the best word to use because Frank is awkward as fuck and can’t even speak a proper sentence in front of the man; this was proven two years before when Mr. Way was kind of forced to give Frank a lift home.

Frank was waiting on Mr. Toro, his wicked math teacher that would give guitar lessons every Friday. You see, the two had somehow had an unspoken arrangement where Mr. Toro would drop Frank off at home everyday and rock out to good tunes on the way there. They spoke of everything and some students may have even assumed that the two had some secret relationship but it was far from that, the teacher was more like a really older brother to him that he could go and talk about whatever the fuck he wanted to. They were so close that Frank spilt his secret of having a stupid crush on Mr. Way. This was hard for Frank to get out because Mr. Toro and Mr. Way were best friends. Mr. Toro was super cool about it though – said it was only normal for teenagers to go through this phase and that he wouldn’t tell. Frank was relieved by this and thanked whatever god was up there that he wasn’t in shit. On the other hand he cursed himself because he had to explain why and fuck, at that point in time he had gushed on and on about how whenever he greeted Mr. Way, the man would wink at him.