Very Much Alive
It Had to Be Done
-Frank's POV-
Class flew by after my encounter with Mr. Way. I did a few finishing touches to my sketch before turning to look at Terra's. She definitely wasn't as good an artist as she was a writer, but her work was still decent. It was a city view that I guess was of Venice, Italy. It was set at dusk, giving it a romantic-y feel. Tall, ivy-covered buildings with paint chipping off backed up to a small stream with wooden boats floating along the sides. A blonde haired lady in a red dress stood on an upper balcony of a crack-ridden house, staring loving down at a man, who was returning her affectionate gaze. They looked like forbidden lovers to me, Romeo/Juliet for the 21st century. Others were standing on pathways, waving at one another happily. One of the vine covered buildings was a bakery with an open window to let you see in. There were linen covered tables with candlesticks and vases crowned with daisies. Shelves were lined with croissants, crepes, bagels, muffins and more. There was, of course, a round little stereotypical-looking baker-complete with the chef outfit and mustache-standing behind an old fashioned cash register. It was a nice drawing, but it lacked depth and could've used more detail for the amount of objects she was putting into her sketch. 'Since when did I become such a critic?' I pondered.I then shifted to look over at Mikey's drawing. He quickly noticed my prying eyes and covered his art with his hands, crumpling the paper a little. This guy was always so closed up about everything. Mikey was the very definition of an introvert, from the way he acts around people to loving art to his misshapen glasses. Not that I could really talk about being an introvert, but I certainly wasn't as bad as him. Sure, I don't hang around anyone and hate communicating, and am into a bunch of nerdy things- horror films, comics, old 80's rock'n'roll, the whole lot of it. On the other hand, I speak my mind and do whatever the fuck I want when I fucking feel like it and people keep out of my way. Call me an ambivert if you really need a label. A torn personality.
As I was returning to my desk after sharpening a pencil, the bell went off. I started packing my things leisurely, waiting for people to get out. I was really dreading what I was about to do, but it had to be done. I went over what I was going to say in my head. "Mr. Way, I can't see you today and whatever else I'm doing I can't tell you about'-no, that sounds too suspicious. 'Gerard, I'm really sorry but I have stuff to do after school and I apparently don't have any time to do it over the weekend. Please believe me.' If I honestly said that, I'd break up with myself. Not that we're dating, I wish we were... oh to hell with this.' The entire class had already shuffled out. Mikey was waiting for me impatiently, so I told him to go on and I'd catch up with him at lunch. He muttered a 'whatever' before exiting the room, leaving me and Gerard alone. Before turning my attention to the matter at hand, I peered into the hallway to see him introducing himself to Terra. She smiled at him and said something, making them both giggle. Mikey seemed super ecstatic in an awkward way. Oh they were just so adorable together! She was short, bubbly and colourful, he was tall, shy and mysterious-a perfect couple. They evened each other out, making up for whatever the other lacked. They went out of view, and I turned my vision over to Mr. Way, who had been staring at me in a predatory yet sexy manner. His impish demeanor, "innocent" grin and ruffled hair was not making this any easier on me.
He started in, "So Frankie, you wanted to, uh, talk? Must be very important, couldn't wait 'til after school, I suppose," he ended with a smirk. The way he said it made it sound like we wouldn't be doing much talking, which I really wish was the case... That only turned me on and broke my heart even more.
"Yeah, about, um, after school. I... I can't visit you today. I..." His mischievous glow was fading, wrenching the knife in my horrid heart even more. 'Lie, just lie you egotistical, self-centered jerkface. What's one more person? It's simple, he may not even find out,' one voice told me. Another argued, 'Why don't you just tell him? May bad boys turn him on. I mean, I don't know his kinks but-' 'Oh be QUIET YOU TWO!' I was not going to sneak behind his back-imagine what kind of relationship would that build for us. One based off of lies wasn't going to work for me. "Gerard, I'm really sorry but I have detention this afternoon. Damn Mrs. Cothran got me in trouble because... it doesn't matter. L-look, I'm really sorry, but I-I need to get to my next class," I stuttered out. I started backing away, his once cheeky expression now solemn. My heart ached. He looked so attractive yet downtrodden I wanted to comfort him in my arms. This conversation probably went in completely the opposite direction that he'd hoped for.
"Don't worry about it Frank-" Oh I see we're using that name now... "I'll see you Monday, I suppose." He turned his back, leaving me as he marched over to his desk. I even ignored a perfectly good ass shot for being so distraught. I turned on my heel, exiting the room and began trudging through the halls to Trig. The lump in my throat was becoming very discomforting. I wasn't crying over this, it had to be done and now it was over. Everything was over. It was my own stupidity that screwed it up. At least I could walk away knowing I told the truth. Maybe he wouldn't be so mad. Of course I'd have plenty of time to contemplate that in detention...
-Gerard's POV-
Damn her, damn that bitch to hell. Whatever my Frankie did, he doesn't deserve a detention for it the first week of school. 'What a naughty little boy he is... oh stop it!' I've met with all the teachers before and I believe Mrs. Cothran is my least favorite. She's at least in her mid-fifties and has no children, more than likely just old and bitter. She reminds me of that one old lady on very street that always yells at kids and tells them to "get off her property." I'm glad Frank told me about it, I'd of been extremely let down had he not shown up without any indication of doing so. The sweet, sorrowful expression that was the equivalent of a kicked puppy he had had hurt my heart. He seemed genuinely sorry about it all, the sweetheart. Just the way his breathe hitched and pupils dilated after whispering to him made me think he may need help with a... "problem". Being the good friend I am, I would've been more than happy - overjoyed, actually- to help him with it. I wasn't upset with him-no, never- I was upset with that fact that I wouldn't have a plaything this afternoon. I get lonely, and Frankie was becoming an outlet for me. We could chat, listen to music, 'We could do... other things, if he wanted.' He kept me such nice company, we were becoming fine companions. No no no, my short little darlin' sitting in detention for an hour by himself just would not do. Not at all. 'I have a 45-minute free planning time for third period. I'll be taking a trip to the main office and having a chat with a few of the administration. Let's see what strings I can pull to get around this one... Oh Gerard, risking your neck for a sexy chase three days in. Never thought it'd end up like this now did you...' No, I can't honestly say that I had expected to find someone like Frankie ever when I signed up for this job. I can't say that I had expected to find some like Frankie ever. He was completely worth this small favor. Him and his chocolate brown hair and pale skin. His dark eyes and sweet face. That breathtaking smile and arousing blush. Yes, Frank was worth it.
Class flew by after my encounter with Mr. Way. I did a few finishing touches to my sketch before turning to look at Terra's. She definitely wasn't as good an artist as she was a writer, but her work was still decent. It was a city view that I guess was of Venice, Italy. It was set at dusk, giving it a romantic-y feel. Tall, ivy-covered buildings with paint chipping off backed up to a small stream with wooden boats floating along the sides. A blonde haired lady in a red dress stood on an upper balcony of a crack-ridden house, staring loving down at a man, who was returning her affectionate gaze. They looked like forbidden lovers to me, Romeo/Juliet for the 21st century. Others were standing on pathways, waving at one another happily. One of the vine covered buildings was a bakery with an open window to let you see in. There were linen covered tables with candlesticks and vases crowned with daisies. Shelves were lined with croissants, crepes, bagels, muffins and more. There was, of course, a round little stereotypical-looking baker-complete with the chef outfit and mustache-standing behind an old fashioned cash register. It was a nice drawing, but it lacked depth and could've used more detail for the amount of objects she was putting into her sketch. 'Since when did I become such a critic?' I pondered.I then shifted to look over at Mikey's drawing. He quickly noticed my prying eyes and covered his art with his hands, crumpling the paper a little. This guy was always so closed up about everything. Mikey was the very definition of an introvert, from the way he acts around people to loving art to his misshapen glasses. Not that I could really talk about being an introvert, but I certainly wasn't as bad as him. Sure, I don't hang around anyone and hate communicating, and am into a bunch of nerdy things- horror films, comics, old 80's rock'n'roll, the whole lot of it. On the other hand, I speak my mind and do whatever the fuck I want when I fucking feel like it and people keep out of my way. Call me an ambivert if you really need a label. A torn personality.
As I was returning to my desk after sharpening a pencil, the bell went off. I started packing my things leisurely, waiting for people to get out. I was really dreading what I was about to do, but it had to be done. I went over what I was going to say in my head. "Mr. Way, I can't see you today and whatever else I'm doing I can't tell you about'-no, that sounds too suspicious. 'Gerard, I'm really sorry but I have stuff to do after school and I apparently don't have any time to do it over the weekend. Please believe me.' If I honestly said that, I'd break up with myself. Not that we're dating, I wish we were... oh to hell with this.' The entire class had already shuffled out. Mikey was waiting for me impatiently, so I told him to go on and I'd catch up with him at lunch. He muttered a 'whatever' before exiting the room, leaving me and Gerard alone. Before turning my attention to the matter at hand, I peered into the hallway to see him introducing himself to Terra. She smiled at him and said something, making them both giggle. Mikey seemed super ecstatic in an awkward way. Oh they were just so adorable together! She was short, bubbly and colourful, he was tall, shy and mysterious-a perfect couple. They evened each other out, making up for whatever the other lacked. They went out of view, and I turned my vision over to Mr. Way, who had been staring at me in a predatory yet sexy manner. His impish demeanor, "innocent" grin and ruffled hair was not making this any easier on me.
He started in, "So Frankie, you wanted to, uh, talk? Must be very important, couldn't wait 'til after school, I suppose," he ended with a smirk. The way he said it made it sound like we wouldn't be doing much talking, which I really wish was the case... That only turned me on and broke my heart even more.
"Yeah, about, um, after school. I... I can't visit you today. I..." His mischievous glow was fading, wrenching the knife in my horrid heart even more. 'Lie, just lie you egotistical, self-centered jerkface. What's one more person? It's simple, he may not even find out,' one voice told me. Another argued, 'Why don't you just tell him? May bad boys turn him on. I mean, I don't know his kinks but-' 'Oh be QUIET YOU TWO!' I was not going to sneak behind his back-imagine what kind of relationship would that build for us. One based off of lies wasn't going to work for me. "Gerard, I'm really sorry but I have detention this afternoon. Damn Mrs. Cothran got me in trouble because... it doesn't matter. L-look, I'm really sorry, but I-I need to get to my next class," I stuttered out. I started backing away, his once cheeky expression now solemn. My heart ached. He looked so attractive yet downtrodden I wanted to comfort him in my arms. This conversation probably went in completely the opposite direction that he'd hoped for.
"Don't worry about it Frank-" Oh I see we're using that name now... "I'll see you Monday, I suppose." He turned his back, leaving me as he marched over to his desk. I even ignored a perfectly good ass shot for being so distraught. I turned on my heel, exiting the room and began trudging through the halls to Trig. The lump in my throat was becoming very discomforting. I wasn't crying over this, it had to be done and now it was over. Everything was over. It was my own stupidity that screwed it up. At least I could walk away knowing I told the truth. Maybe he wouldn't be so mad. Of course I'd have plenty of time to contemplate that in detention...
-Gerard's POV-
Damn her, damn that bitch to hell. Whatever my Frankie did, he doesn't deserve a detention for it the first week of school. 'What a naughty little boy he is... oh stop it!' I've met with all the teachers before and I believe Mrs. Cothran is my least favorite. She's at least in her mid-fifties and has no children, more than likely just old and bitter. She reminds me of that one old lady on very street that always yells at kids and tells them to "get off her property." I'm glad Frank told me about it, I'd of been extremely let down had he not shown up without any indication of doing so. The sweet, sorrowful expression that was the equivalent of a kicked puppy he had had hurt my heart. He seemed genuinely sorry about it all, the sweetheart. Just the way his breathe hitched and pupils dilated after whispering to him made me think he may need help with a... "problem". Being the good friend I am, I would've been more than happy - overjoyed, actually- to help him with it. I wasn't upset with him-no, never- I was upset with that fact that I wouldn't have a plaything this afternoon. I get lonely, and Frankie was becoming an outlet for me. We could chat, listen to music, 'We could do... other things, if he wanted.' He kept me such nice company, we were becoming fine companions. No no no, my short little darlin' sitting in detention for an hour by himself just would not do. Not at all. 'I have a 45-minute free planning time for third period. I'll be taking a trip to the main office and having a chat with a few of the administration. Let's see what strings I can pull to get around this one... Oh Gerard, risking your neck for a sexy chase three days in. Never thought it'd end up like this now did you...' No, I can't honestly say that I had expected to find someone like Frankie ever when I signed up for this job. I can't say that I had expected to find some like Frankie ever. He was completely worth this small favor. Him and his chocolate brown hair and pale skin. His dark eyes and sweet face. That breathtaking smile and arousing blush. Yes, Frank was worth it.
Notes
Okay, I know this isn't as long as usual, but there will probably be another update today. I typed this all last night and thought it ended in a good place so... here it is. Please leave a comment, rate and subscribe. Thanks for reading my (shitty) story.
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