Now it is even more evident that I should have played the lead he gets all the action. Now I must admit that I prefer the above mentioned action from men, but that doesn’t mean that I don’t like girls. All of my life I have never really been concerned with labels, touch whoever you want, just not the children right? I have to go talk to Ms. Whatever her name is and get this fixed. I will play the lead!

*Next Day*

It was the end of class and I heard Ms. Torres whisper something to Frank and he blushed like mad. Even if he did look cute I didn't want to admit it; I needed to find out why they were being so secretive, I am his best friend DAMMIT (well play-wise)!!!

“Ms. Torres can I talk to you?” I said.

“Okay! Hold on a second, Franklin! can you stay?” she questioned Frank, who was about to leave.

“Sure, okay” he replied a bit uneasy.

“I want to be the lead of the play” I stated, they both looked at me as if I had gone through a brain-surgery. I knew what they were thinking, me Gerard Way, the most popular guy in school wanting to be the lead on a school play?

“Well Gerard’, she started, ‘I do believe that we can work this out but it is up to Frank whether he wants to exchange parts with you or not.’ She turned to Frank, “Do you want to trade roles with Gerard?”

Frank looked up and I swear we made eye contact with me for a split of a second. He then looked at Ms. Torres then back at me, and blushed. “Sure, I’ll trade roles with him. I was never a fan of being the lead anyways.” He then stood up and left the room. I was frozen in my spot and Ms. Torres moved to her desk, as if Frank was never in the room to begin with.

Why was I even confused at the moment? Why did he give his role to me like it was nothing then leave? Was he mad at me?

“Gerard are you okay?” Ms. Torres asked looking concerned.

I shook my head and mumbled ‘yeah’. How my legs took me to Frank’s locker I don't know, I don't even remember leaving the classroom, but anyways I saw him making his way towards his locker, when he suddenly stopped and turned to look at me.

“Hey” I said a bit awkward.

“Hey” he repeated while scratching his scorpion tattoo. Wait! he has a scorpion tattoo? That’s hot, stop Gerard, back to square one; you have to answer him.

“I have a question.”

“Shoot it. Well not the question but, you know, like ask it,’ he chuckled, ‘I swear I am a full functioning human being.”

I laughed. “It’s okay I just wanted to know why you just left your role to me like that. It’s the lead a lot of people would have at least put up an argument of some sort.”

He bit his lip, wow that was hot. ‘Frank stop appealing to me this way’ I chanted in my head. “Well, because I think you would make a better Tony anyways.”

“Thanks.” There was an awkward silence of us just stealing glances of each other. It was here that under the horrible lighting of the hallway that I noticed that his tattoo made a wonderful contrast with his skin and that his eyes were a wonderful hazel, almost green. He was wearing a tight white shirt, how tight you ask? It was so tight that I could see a light outline of a tattoo on his chest.

He, of course, had to kill my wonderful viewing party by making a slight whimper and saying, “Well I should go, bye Gerard.”

He walked away and I made a noise, from the back of my throat that sounded a lot like a whine. “Fuck!”I cursed, as it became apparent to me that I was in like with Frank Iero.