The Light Behind Your Eyes

After a final day of lounging on the floor of the sitting room together, watching Frankenstein on the loop and munching through continuous packs of Hershey's Kisses (Milk chocolate, if you must know), Frank and Gerard had to return to school. They had only left the house once that weekend, on a Sunday, to go down to the convenience store to pick up more Frankenberry cereal for their mum, after Gerard's ghastly aunt, uncle and cousins had devoured the last box.

Right now, Frank was huddled under the sagging duvet on Gerard's bed, curled into Gerard's side like a small dog. He laughed, despite the oncoming doom of school, as Gerard snored softly, blowing Frank's hair every time he exhaled. The alarm rang shortly after, and Frank reached out a stiff arm to smack it on the off button, groaning as he lugged his heavy body from the little cave he'd been in. As Gerard still slept (He'd learnt not to try and wake a sleeping Gerard, he woke on his own accord) he rummaged through their shared wardrobe and dug out a very old and worn Morrisey t shirt, sporting several holes, one on the shoulder, one on the stomach and one on the chest. He shrugged, pulled it on over a long sleeved black and white sweat shirt, and paired it with black skinny jeans, clipping his wallet chain to his back pocket, even though he didn't possess a wallet at that moment. He sloped through to the family bathroom, ran a hand through his hair, splashed water at his eyes which were crusted up with sleep and took a piss, finishing off quickly as Gerard approached the bathroom.

"G'morning Frankie" Gerard was so tired he had to lean up against the bathroom door frame to support himself, one eye still closed as he tried to focus on Frank.
"Morning Gee" Frank pulled his boxers up under his hips, fastened his trousers once more and moved past Gerard, trailing his hand over Gerard's waist as he walked.

---Time lapse because I don't enjoy writing about men pissing---

School was just as daunting. The slightest thing was annoying Frank. The colour of the lockers. The lighting in the corridor. The skirts the cheerleaders wore. The shape of the jock's shoulders. The tap of Mrs Pitchem's fake crocodile skin heels on the hall floor. Gerard pulled his last few binders out of his locker, stuffing them in his bag, before turning to Frank and following him down the corridor. It wasn't until they came to the poster that they stopped.

'Sex Education day in the hall, first period' It read 'Bring stationary'
Frank let out an angry groan, kicking the pillar at the end of the hall in agitation. Gerard gulped and tightened his grip on Frank's hand even more, his skin draining of all colour.

"Just fucking great. Whoopey doo, let's learn about straight sex for the day!" Frank feigned excitement, kicking lockers as he walked towards their impending doom slowly.
Gerard let out a kind of strangled laugh, not really feeling capable of humour at the moment, and continued walking until they were outside the hall. They merged in with the crowd of hormonal teenagers, until they were inside, and slunk around a bit, realising there were only seats at the front. Great, now they could see the teacher put a condom on a cucumber extra well, Frank mocked in his head.

"Right, everyone...Now, today we're going to be learning about a very important time in your life..." The old male teacher began, obviously feeling painfully awkward, wandering around in front of 150 teenagers with a bottle of lube in his hand.

---Time lapse. The guy also felt it necessary to go into detail of pregnancy stages---

"...and girls will stop their menstrual cycle..." Frank caught.
"...of course, anal sex between a boy and a girl is..." Gerard sunk further down onto his desk.
"...that's why you must remember to use protection because otherwise you'll have..." Frank audibly grumbled, slumping until he was practically falling off his seat and under the desk.
"...and a penis foreskin can become infected and turn purple and..." Gerard felt his eyes drooping slightly.
"Oi, sir! How about the gays, Frank and Gerard?" The jock who had beaten them up the other day spoke up, sneering. Frank and Gerard pulled themselves up from their slobbish positions, alerted by the sly use of their names.
"Erm, well, I could do a special presentation of gay sex...If Gerard and Frank would like to come up here, I think this will be a good example..." The teacher was visibly blushing, gesturing for them to come up the stage. Gerard was hyperventilating, feeling his head throb and his lower lip bleed as he bit it frantically. Frank, too, was freaking the fuck out.
They clumsily climbed out of their seats, shuffling up the front and shrinking in on themselves. Frank pulled his fringe as far as it would reach over his eyes with a gloved hand, as if they audience now couldn't see him, whilst Gerard looked down and let his locks fall down over his vision.

Notes

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