Struggling with more Ways than one

"Evening Mr. Way." I mumble pulling up the covers to hide my blush. He takes a seat across from me and crosses his leg over his other in a triangle fashion.
"How was your day?" he asks as he undo's his tie.
"It was spectacular." I say as I slap on a fake smile and lie through my teeth. "what about you?." I ask him as I throw the blanket off, it was getting too hot anyways and not just because Gerard was here.
"It was nice, although the quality of the artwork disappointed me," He says with a grimace.
I think back to when earlier he said my wolf was beautiful, I worked really hard on that. Was he actually just lying to make me feel better? Gerard sees how I ponder this and adds,
"Your work blew me away, it was really something Fletcher."
I look up and he smiles at me. Damn, Dat smile.
"You mean that?" I ask looking down at my hands and then back up to him.
"With all of my heart."
A little bit of my shattered heart repaired itself in that moment. You don't have to do much to make that happen, although practically no one knows that because they're too judgmental to even try. I bit my lip as I try not to cry because after all I'm in front of my teacher I barley know, not to mention I'm in his house.
"By the way," he begins as he leaves the room and continues speaking, "I found this in the trashcan at school and I figured that Fletcher's not a very common name." He says handing me the painting I did last week.
I could have sworn I shoved that in the bottom of the fucking trashcan, oh well.
"Yeah it's mine, but I don't want it." I mumble looking away from Gerard, embarrassed that he doesn't know why I made that painting. I made it the people to portray how my parents aren't married anymore, although my mother wishes my father could still be alive just like she wishes that for Wendy and Matt. That's what the blood represents. My little sister died in a truck collision accident, her blood went everywhere and my brother felt responsible so he commited suicide by gun. All of this doesn't come out to create a very good childhood, or a human being either. Yes I am suicidal because I'm convinced there's nothing in the world that can make me feel otherwise. I am invisible and no one pays me enough attention to make to feel noticed, or cared for. That's why I wrote so long and goodnight. The final slumber in life is death.
"Why Fletcher, it's spectacular."
"You're just full of shit." I mumble and look up at him. He's hurt. "I'm sorry," I babble, "It's just its very personal piece and I wanted to create it but have no one see it, that's why I tried to throw it in the trash."
"Do you need to talk?" he asks sincerely. I smile at his offer but decline, I'm too wounded now to pour everything out at once.
"No, but thank you Mr. Way."
"Please, Call me Gerard." He laughs.
"Alright, Gerard." I try out his name on my tongue, I liked it, it had a very pleasant ring to it.
"Well since you don't want it, Can I keep it?"
"Sure." If it's anyone I want to keep a painting that personal it's him.
"Thanks Fletcher it means a lot." he says as he returns it to his bag. "Good night Fletcher." He says turning off the light.
"Night Gerard." I giggle to myself as I realize I really should be calling him Mr.Way.
I sigh and try to fall back asleep. Maybe I am good at making friends after all.

Notes

:D Fourth chapter and a moment between Gee and Fletch, (yes I am nicknaming her that :p)
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