I think of running away
I can't keep running away
Can't keep feeling the same
I can't keep taking the blame

Those are the words I could come up with before the bell rang which sent us to art. Gerard was a really great artist and then there was me who couldn't even draw a stick man. I stared at the paper he was drawing on for awhile.

"That's awesome" I said.
"Thanks" Gerard replied. "I bet you aren't bad at drawing"
"Oh please don't even get me started" I said.

For the rest of the class I didn't do anything except for talk to Gerard. I didn't do work, it's not because I don't like art its because I suck at it. I packed up my stuff and headed to the history classroom. Class was boring and I just looked out the window for awhile. I didn't know what to do, I wasn't listening to the teacher but every year we start at the same place, and normally don't get any farther than last year. I pulled out my notepad and wrote down more lyrics.

I wanna run with you
I don't care what we do,
Gotta get out of this place,
Because it feels like yesterday

When lunch came I couldn't be more happier, one I was starving and two I didn't have any other people to talk to in history. I sat down with Gerard at the lunch table we usually sat at and soon Mikey and Ray joined us. The two of them talked to each other like normal and I started talking to Gerard when Ray interrupted me.

"So Gerard, that Lyn-z girl keeps looking at you, I think she likes you" He said.
"I know but Frankie's my boyfriend and I couldn't do tha-" Gerard started
"Frank is your boyfriend!?" Ray yelled. I don't think anyone heard that though except for us I hope. He whisper-yelled it though so it wasn't exactly that loud, so we should be alright.
"I thought Mikey had told you..." Gerard said.
"No, but thats awesome. Congrats!" Ray replied.

I was happy Mikey's friend wasn't homophobic, I've had enough of those people in my life and I was getting sick of them. Homophobia is gay. There was a long pause of awkward silence where no one said anything. You would think we would have eaten our food during that time but nope. Just avoiding eye contact and saying absolutely nothing.

"So Frank, you play guitar too right?" Ray asked me.
"Yeah, I have for awhile and I think it's pretty cool." I replied. I didn't know what to say to anyone. I was still surprised Gerard admitted to someone that we were dating and not anyone else telling them.
"Gerard can play too" I said.
"Frank!" Gerard whispered while hitting my arm. Ray turned to Gerard and Gerard was bright red. "I can play guitar but I'm not great, I like singing better" Gerard replied. Mikey and Ray turned to him puzzled and Gerard was even more embarrassed. "Why did I say that?" Gerard said while burying his face in his arms.

After lunch was done I had PE. I didn't feel like doing it today so I made a lame excuse of forgetting my gym clothes because they were in the laundry so the gym teacher pulled shorts and a shirt out of the lost and found bin and handed me the mysterious clothing. The clothes were about twice my size and I had to continue to pull up the shorts or else they would fall down. Oh and we were doing basket-ball which didn't work exactly great for me.

The last class I had was english. We got assigned to write a short story and it is due in a week. I suck at writing anything other than my name, songs and the occasional note saying I fell and twisted my ankle.

When we got back to Gerard's house all we did was work on homework.

Notes

Sorry I can't write the history thing, I live in Canada and we don't really learn much about American history! Like nothing at all, except for a little.
Yesterday I had writers block so I decided to give myself a day off. I still have it but I'm trying to write this cause I feel as if I should. and I don't think it helps that I am tired and falling asleep as I typed this.

Thanks for reading!