Star-crossed lovers.

He had texted Phil last night. He didn't know why he bothered with it; all it did was re-open old wounds. He regretted it immensely now. His chest ached for the familiar presence of his best friend. Not that he didn't appreciate Billie Joe's company, but he had been friends with Phil since they were little boys, eating crayons and pulling hair.
Even with the fact that Frank longed for his friend, his mood lifted considerably when Billie Joe decided to play a prank on Mr.Way. Apparently, someone knew his younger brother when he was a senior. The younger Way had told that someone that Mr.Way was terrified of needles. So, as a show of absolute sophistication, Billie purchased a box of surgical grade needles and emptied it into their favorite teacher's desk drawer. To ensure that he opened that particular drawer during fifth period, he placed their lesson plans on top of the steel prank.
It wasn’t the fact that they were playing the prank on Gerard, per say, but the fact that they were playing a prank at all. He needed a little fun to get his mind of things.
At that very moment, the boys were talking about anything but the nefarious plot stewing in Mr.Way's desk.
"-- Mrs.Bolt was turning bright red, kinda purple-ish. Jake looked scared after some point, and then she pointed to the door and he went running out! I've never seen a football player cry before," Billie laughed, tapping his fingers once again to some unknown rhythm. Frank had noticed Mr.Way do the same thing in homeroom earlier, although it was something completely different. Was everyone a songwriter or was it just a band he'd never heard of? Somehow, he found that the latter was more likely.
"I would give my left testicle to see that," Frank said.
"Why left?"
Frank shrugged. "I favor Righty."
The girl with the blonde ponytails turned in her seat to glare at them. "There are girls in the room, you know," she hissed, turning away before they could reply.
Billie blinked and looked at his shorter friend. "Well, that just happened."
"And this is why I don't favor the female population," Frank muttered.
"Amen to that."
And then they fist-bumped and lost their man cards.
Saving the boys an awkward moment of silence, Mr.Way came sauntering in just before the bell rang, smirking as students scrambled in behind him as to not be caught late. "Morning class," he said, grinning at them warmly. The class replied with something tired and mumbled that didn't even resemble a greeting. Mr.Way rolled his eyes in exasperation and walked over to his desk, looking over the top for the lesson plans. "Weird," he murmured, frowning at his desk. He shuffled through some papers before putting his hands on his hips.
Frank was starting to feel a little pensive about the whole prank thing. He really wanted to get to know Mr.Way -- in more ways than one, if ya know what I mean -- and this had Billie Joe's name ALL over it. He didn't want to be an accessory to murder. Well, that's jumping the gun a little, murder wasn't on the table. Yet.
The dark-haired teacher slid open two drawers before his eyes lit up and he took the files from the drawer. As he lifted them, his eyes widened and his face formed a horrified expression. A scream ripped from his throat and he leaped from his spot, falling onto his ass on the other side of the desk, scooting into the opposite wall, files forgotten.
"Who-- why-- fuck, what?!" He was speaking quickly, curling in on himself as he stared at the desk as if it was going to get up and eat him.
Billie looked horrified. "I didn't know it was that bad," he muttered under his breath. He was frozen in shock, eyes blown wide.
While the rest of the class shot up to look in Mr.Way's desk, some laughing at what they saw and other sending sympathetic looks their teacher's way, Frank rushed to his project's side, grabbing his shoulders and turning him to face him.
"Hey, pull yourself together. You're okay, the problem is being taken care of. Everything is okay, it's okay. Gerard, com'on. You're okay, no one's going to let the needles get you." While he was trying to shake some sense back into his teacher, Frank realized he had used Gerard’s real name during school. He hoped no one had heard him, but considering how everyone was talking rather loudly at the desk, he doubted it.
"Um, Frank? You can stop shaking me now." Frank stopped suddenly, his eyes focusing back on Mr.Way, who was now completely lucid and staring in confusion. "Can you tell me why I just relived a scene from Saw 2?"
He didn't sound suspicious. Good. So Frank shrugged, lifting his hands from his teacher's arm. "No idea, but someone called the janitor to come and get them."
"He should just take the desk too," he grumbled, standing again, "and burn it." He brushed the back of his pants off and smiled at Frank. "I think I'm improving though; I didn't cry this time."
Frank grinned back and shuffled back to his seat as the janitor came in and removed the needles. Mr.Way was looking away the entire time, grimacing when he heard metal scrape against metal.
As the two boys skirted out of the room quickly, Frank mutter, “No, that just happened.”
Billie grimaced at him. “I’m never playing a prank on a teacher again.”
Frank nodded in agreement, staring at the tile floor. The closer he got to Gerard, the better. He needed to stay under the radar, in that sense.
After a moment, his head snapped up. “Hey, after that little episode back there, do you think I’m closer to finding out what the obsession is about?” he asked, a sudden hopeful expression on his face.
Billie Joe laughed. “I would hope so, Frankie-boy. After that, he should worship you.”
“I wish,” he muttered under breath. Images of a shrine dedicated to him flashed through his mind. Fuck. Yes.

Notes

Sorry for the wait. I just didn't want to leave you guys hanging for a week. So, silly little chapter surrounding needles. Because I like making fun of myself and my fears. I've been preoccupied with my own story and Search and Destroy has been dealing with some immune system and parent shit, so yep, sorry 'bout that.
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-Stitches