If you look in the mirror and don't like what you see, you can find out first hand what it's like to be me

Gerard’s POV

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I woke up to my alarm. 7:12. Shit! I’m going to be late for school. I jumped out of bed and just threw on random clothes, not really caring about what I was going to wear. I brushed my hair, put on a bit of eye liner, put on my shoes, got my backpack, and headed out the door to the bus stop.

As I hopped on the bus, I went over to where Frank usually is, and sat down next to him. He had his eyes closed and earphones in, so I thought best to leave him be. During the ten minute journey, I thought about the dream I had last night.

It seemed fairly normal, like a normal day, only that it was a dream… I think. I’ll check.

“Hey, Frank?” I asked, prodding him in the arm.

“Mmn?” He asked, sounding tired.

“What did we do after school yesterday?”

“Erm, we both went home, and that was it. I don’t know about you but I went to get a Starbucks and done some homework, why?” He said. Oh right, so it was a dream.

“Oh, erm, nothing, just wondering,” I lied. He looked at me, a knowing look showing that he could tell I was lying.

“Okay,” With that, the rest of the journey was silent. I had my earphones in, though, so it wasn’t completely silent, but still. No conversation.

As the bus stopped outside school, I hopped off with Frank. I caught sight of Bob and co., and quickened my pace, heading for the front doors. First lesson was science… fun! At least it was with Frank.

Once we made our way there, we sat down at the back of the room, and I got out my notebook and started sketching something… or someone, I don’t know yet, I find out when I finish. I could feel Frank’s eyes on me the whole time, but I just chose to ignore it. All I could think about was the dream I had last night, and how real it felt. I blushed at the thought just as
the teacher strolled in.

Half an hour into the lesson I could feel Frank’s eyes on me again. This time I turned round to face him, and smiled, with him smiling back. I could see the way his eyes lit up when I looked at him, then the way he blushes then looks down at whatever he’s doing, tugging at his lip ring slightly. Come on, you’ve got to admit, that’s pretty sexy.

“Mr. Way. Care to explain why your neighbor seems to be more interesting than what you need to know for your future?” She snapped at me. Oh shit, I didn’t realize I was staring at Frank for that long.

“I…erm…” I stuttered, feeling embarrassed. I could swear I heard a snigger and someone whisper “faggot,” feeling defeated, I apologized as best as I could.

“Not good enough, now I’d like you to switch places with Joanna, at the front where I can see you. Mother of God, I have to sit next to Ray! That motherfucker! I gathered my things, gave
Frank an apologetic smile, and moved to the front to sit next to Ray.

“Next time, try not to look at your boyfriend too much,” he said with a smirk. I glared at him and focused on the teacher, not wanting to get told off again.

By the end of the lesson, Ray said nothing else to me, and let me leave without beating me up. Next lesson was history, also with Frank. We sat at the back, to see Erin was already there, sending us a warm smile.

“Hey guys,” she said enthusiastically to us as we got nearer.

“Hi Erin,” I said back, not exactly in the mood for conversation.

“Heya,” Frank said, hugging her one armed. I could swear I felt a pang of jealousy shoot through me, but I just left it, and sat down with a straight face, setting my attention on the old, hopefully dying, teacher.

“You seem interested in the lesson, not like you, are you feeling okay?” She asked me.

“Hmm? Oh, right, I’ve got a lot of stuff on my mind, need to take my mind off things for a bit, and I’m fine,” I said to her, faking a smile. I’m good at doing that at the moment. She smiled back, and put her attention back to a book she’s reading. I couldn’t stop thinking about Frank. He’s beautiful and adorably short, people are lying if they say they don’t find him cute. The way he tugs on his lip ring when he’s embarrassed, the way he blushes when I look at him, the way his eyes light up when he laughs, everything, everything about him is perfect. Anyone could like him. And if they don’t, well fuck them, because I damn well do.

Notes

*gasp!* sorry the fluffiness at the end of last chapter was a dream, but I swear I'm not satan! That was just a little teaser, i guess... huehuehuehueee

almost 900 reads omg ty guys ily<333

-Axx