Make way for Way

"Frank, what the fuck are you doing?" I called from the bottom of the stairs, all dressed and ready to go back to a conventional hell. I swung my messenger bag over my shoulder quite loudly, confirming the fact that I was, indeed, pissed off at the amount of time he was consuming.

In the days I had gotten to know him so far, this was one of his biggest flaws (not that there are many, of course).

I brought my wrist up to my face, squinting so I could see the size 6 font on the clock. I had bought it on ebay, which arrived about three weeks late, so you could've expected it was going to be cheaply made.

10:01 am.

Upon looking at the time, I realized by when we would get there it would be 3rd period. We'd have the high school authority on our backs, annoying us one small, demeaning word at a time. I've always hated people in control, the ability to destroy our home life with one phone call. Lucky for Frank and I, we're discreet enough to keep our heads down and our eyes on our notebooks, vandalized with doodles to keep you busy for hours.

"Frank!"

"I'm coming, Gerard!"

My eyebrow twitched up as I heard footsteps running from out of his bedroom, getting louder with each step, and within 2.8 seconds he was in my arms. I reached out to push him away, eyeing his clothing choices up and down.

"Really, Frank? Skeleton gloves? They're never gonna let that fly. They'll think it shows signs of being in a 'gang' or something, and-"

"You're the one wearing the hoodie on a 80-degree day."

"Yeah, but-"

"Shut the fuck up."

Taken by surprise, I felt his lips on mine, moving slowly as if we had all the time in the world. My eyes closed shut, relaxing slowly into the kiss as he did the same. Soon after, he brought his lips off of mine, leaving me feeling cold and empty. I didn't want him to pull away.

"Everyone's just going to have to deal with it, then."

His low voice was just coming back to him, with his hands still on my chest and his face just tilted enough to put his bright eyes on display. I concentrated for the next few seconds on memorizing the prominent arch in his eyebrows, and the way his face glowed with
red just after a ten second kiss. I knew I couldn't get another moment like that for the next six hours unless I pushed him into a bathroom stall, but that kind of shit wouldn't go by too well.

"So, I-uh... You ready?" I asked him. He didn't seem 'ready', but that's Frank for you.

"Mmm-hmmmm." he dragged out that last syllable a little bit, but I paid no attention. The clock was ticking and time wasn't stopping for us.

"Let's go."

I held the door open for Frank, and we walked, hand in hand, to the side of the road where we could finally get to his car. He pulled the handle and opened the door to the passenger seat for me, slapping my ass to 'help' me into the car.

"Ladies first."

"Fuck you."

I heard the door slam, his faint giggle coming from behind the car. I was almost tempted to run him over, as he forgot to lock the vehicle and left the keys in it, but I was nice enough not to give him broken arms and legs for that petty little joke of his. I wouldn't wanna break his pretty little face, anyway.

I huffed and stared out the window when I felt a blast of air coming from my left side when he opened the door, and yet another when he closed it.

"You can't stay mad at me, forever." I heard the click of his seatbelt and the rev of his engine not too long after.

Like hell I could.

"Whatever, Frank. I would get you for that, but it's kind of too bad that I love you," I teased. He was not going to win this. That asshole.

"Awh, little gay boy loves me," He cooed.

"You're gay for me, too. Now shut up and drive." I couldn't hold in my repressed laugh, anymore. He was too good at this little game we've created.

He finally gave up, and his hand moved to turn on the radio. Ironically enough, 'Shut Up and Drive' was the first thing we heard when we turned it up to an audible volume. Upon recognizing the song, I hid my head in my hands as I turned a bright red. But I laughed. Frank must have seen me, because I felt a soft nudge on my shoulder.

"Come on, sing along!" Frank pushed. He really did want me to confirm my stupidity.

"Fuck no, Frank. Turn on some other music. Or none at all."

"You're no fun." But he complied.

We both settled on some 70's art/prog rock once we hit the right station, something we both liked. The song was called I'd Like To Change The World, by Ten Years After.

I startled, hearing Frank's small "Oh yeah!", and I looked over at him; he was just sitting there at a stop light now, headbanging and playing skilled air guitar. I'll be the first to admit he was the mildly embarrassing type of cute. I couldn't hate him for it, though, so I just leaned back in my seat and started giggling my ass off at him.

"Laugh now, but when I become a God at air-guitar, you're gonna be sorry."

We drove for a little bit, reaching a stop light. I began to notice that this wasn't the usual route to school, so I brushed it off as just a small inconvenience due to traffic or construction. But as the ride got longer, and I realized we had been driving around for at least a half-hour, whereas it usually took us five minutes.

I shrugged and tapped on his shoulder, and he must have just come out of his little jam session, because he turned to face me, looking annoyed. "Yeah?" He asked.

"Are you sure this is the right direction?"

I started tapping my hand on my thigh, getting restless from lack of movement. The stop light in front of us turned a bright green, encouraging us to continue our journey to a now unknown place. Frank slammed on the gas, throwing us both forward. I watched his lips turn into a straight line, his eyes now more concentrating on the road. He sighed, finally telling me what was going on.

"...It was supposed to be a surprise. I was thinking we could ditch school and I could take you out to the restaurant, seeing as..." His voice trailed off, the car once again coming to a halt.

"Seriously, Frank? You're so fucking cheesy." I had to crack a smile. It was the dumbest idea I've ever heard of, but I couldn't resist.

"Well, yeah... I'm sorry, we could turn around if you would like."

My heart jumped.

"On second thought, I think school can wait another day." I watched his regretful expression turn into a smile mirroring mine.

I think I forgive him for that ass slap.

Notes

Maybe you've noticed my writing style has changed a bit from that first chapter? ^__^ I'm trying to add more detail and less description, so it won't sound as dragged out and there won't be as many unneeded words.

So... How has everyone been? I took a hiatus but I'm back, now! :) And I wrote this all in two or three hours, so ofc it's going to be a bit short. and, uh... plot twist! Comment and leave me feedback? :D I would appreciate it. And I hope I don't change their personalities too much, I want to be careful but I don't know a lot. I know Gerard is artistic and, well... swears a lot, and Frank is really energetic and likes to make jokes. But what else should I make them? It would help!

:)

EDIT: okay i just took 3 months off so you bitches better comment (I mean that in the most endearing way possible, I love you guys)