Gerard:

You know that feeling you get when you think someone is watching you? Well, I KNOW someone is watching me because I can feel them breathing on me. I sit up and stare at the intruder of my lair.

"Mikey, what the hell did I say about waking me up like a goddamn creeper?"

"You said not to, because you would scream like a little girl."

That little shit.

"I do not scream like a little girl Mikey."

"Yeah, you kinda do. Anyways, get the fluff up, Ray is gonna pick us up in half an hour."

"Why?"

"First day, dumb ass."

"Oh yeah, now get the fuck out of my room."

"Okay, Johnny Christ, you're in a good mood I see."

I throw my pillow at him. Funny, it has a picture of Johnny Christ on it too. What a gorgeous coincidence.

"Out. Now. You little bag of douche."

"At least I don't moan in my sleep, Gerard."

"Shut the fuckity up!!! I do NOT moan in my sleep!"

Wait for it.

"At least, not about Ray."

Mikey's face goes a very nice shade of maroon.

"Do I seriously talk about him in my sleep?"

"Nah, I'm just kidding, now, out. Unless you wanna see me strip."

Mikey immediately runs out of my room faster than you can say random stumpage. (Quote from Wulfe.)

I get out of my bed, surprise, surprise, it has an Avenged Sevenfold pillow and the Misfits covers. Don't make fun of me, I really don't give a rat's ass whether or not you like these bands. I do, so fuck off.

I walk over to my dresser and pull out today's clothes. Hmm, to drag or not to drag? Drag it is. I pull out a pair of fishnet leggings, a purple skirt, and a Black Veil Brides band tee. I popped it all on and put on my high heel boots. I then finished off my outfit with a dash of eyeliner and brushing my hair. Hey, I never said I was normal.

"Gerard, hurry the hell up or we'll be late again!"

I run downstairs to meet up with Mikey.

"Do I look okay?"

"Gee, you would put Jeffree Star to shame."

"Thanks, I think...?"

"It was a compliment, genius. now come on!"

We walk out of the house and out to Ray's car.

"Get in, you little shits."

Frank:

When I got to the school I honestly thought I was going to hate it. I was wrong. The teachers are pretty nice, I am the youngest they've gotten so far in the past five years, and they understand how hard it is going to be for me to teach art, seeing as I can't draw worth a shit, and the students will probably be arrogant little shits. I went upstairs to my classroom and opened my door. When I got into my classroom I sat the fuck down in my chair. It is a fucking comfy ass chair. I like it.

I decided to actually do something productive so I got up and went over to my closet. It has a shit load of art supplies in it, some new, some old, and some empty. I walked into the small closet and grabbed all of the empty boxes and bags and I turned around to toss them out. I obviously didn't hear the bell for some reason because when I turned, I collided with a girl.

"Oh my god, are you okay?"

She brushed her hair out of her face. Boner alert. This was NOT a girl. This was a boy. A boy with dark, raven black hair and the most beautiful hazel eyes and porcelain skin I have ever seen on a human being. This boy just so happened to be wearing fishnet leggings and a fucking Misfits shirt. The Fucking Miisfits, it just had to be one of my favorite bands.

Wait, stop it Frank, you're making it sound like you're in love with your student. Love doesn't exist for you Frank.

"Um, I okay, uh, um, sorry for running into you."

He started to gather up his things. I bent down to help him.

"No, it's my fault, I didn't hear the goddamn bell ring. Here.:

I handed him a notebook that read, "PANSY" on it. When our fingers brushed, I felt a jolt of heat run through my body. This boy really was interesting. Okay, seriously Frank, STUDENT! Do you not understand your own language, Iero, or do I have to spell it out for you? S-T-U-D-E-N-T. Holy shit, I'm losing my fucking mind. Talking to myself, just fucking great, fucking magnificent. Way to go, you dung beetle.

I finished helping the boy pick up his stuff off of the floor.

"So, are you Mister Iero?"

"Yeah, and you are...?"

"Oh, um, I'm-"

"Yo Gay-Way!"

He turns around and we see a tall boy standing in the doorway. He is very muscular and very, what's the word? Oh yeah, The Douche of Douches.

"What Aaron?"

"Did you find a new fuck buddy? You look like a big enough slut to be the sort of.....thing..... to flirt with everything that has a dick."

Now to impress Mr. Way.

"Excuse me, I happen to be a teacher for one, two, shut your goddamn mouth, and three, you need to stop being an annoying little shit to everyone and everything that has a brain."

"Oh shit, you're a....a...teacher?"

"Did I fucking stutter?"

"No-"

"Then shut the fuck up and get out of my classroom, I will not accept any type of inequality in this classroom."

The boy leaves the room.

"Thank you Mr. Iero."

I turn to the younger boy.

"No problem...?"

"Oh! Um, I'm Gerard."

"Well, it's nice to meet you Gerard."

"It's nice to meet you too, Mr. Iero."

We both get into our seats and I begin teaching. I may just like this job.

Notes

So, how is it so far? Do you like it? Hate it? Want to burn it?

I really hope you chose the first one. I will probably update IAI really fast tonight but it will be very short since I am fluffing tired. Anyways,

Question of the day/night
What is your lucky number?
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