The Kids From Yesterday (Frerard)

Chapter 3

Frank

Turns out I had fifth period math with Gerard.

“What the hell!” Someone’s shout out got everyone’s attention, we turned to see-you’ll never guess who- but the one and only Gerard Way himself staring at a piece of paper, eyes wide.

“Kay class. Let’s get the attention back up here. I’m sure Mr. Way is perfectly fine. Right?” Mrs. Carlille looked back at Gerard, who nodded, still dazed about his little incident.

After another boring twenty minutes, the beautiful sounds of the end of class sounded.

I watched as Gerard was one of the first to get out of the class. I saw him throw a crumpled piece of paper into the trash. My curiosity got the best of me, I just had to see what phased Gerard. Oh, if only I knew better.

I waited till there was no one but me and the teacher was gone. I headed towards the door, stopping to grab the piece of paper in the plastic container. I opened the crumpled ball and stopped in the middle of the hallway. It, it was, me. I froze, no, everything else froze. I was there, avoiding the pause in time. I walked on as soon as God hit the play button on his remote.

Why would Gerard draw me? I already knew the answer. I felt a little spark of joy, but no. Just, no. I was going to forget, live the rest of the day like no shit had gone down. Well, that’s how it was going to work, until I saw Gerard hanging out at my locker.

I guess I’m going to be getting an explanation.

Fuck that shit.

“I know you grabbed the picture.” He said, looking at the drawing, which apparently I had smoothed out. I didn’t know what to say, I was letting him talk.

“I’m sorry, I don’t know, what-what happened. It’s not even that good. You can trash it if you want.” What the fuck was he saying? It was amazing. It was my turn to speak.

“Well,” I started. “it’s not like it should’ve have been that hard to draw me, I’m pretty plain.” He laughed.

“You’re not plain. You’re, uh,” he took a second to find the right word. He smiled with the next word. “You’re unique.” I rolled my eyes. Then I remembered that he didn’t know my name.

“I’m Frank. Frank Iero. Don’t worry, Mikey’s my friend, I know your name, Gerard.” I smirked at the name and extended my hand, which he shook. His hands were soft and warm. They sent a small electric shock up the length of my arm, electrifying my heart. I felt warm. I smiled at him, and he warmly returned the smile. I could live with this. I thought, our hands clasped together. Yes. I could live with this.

This is what broke the silence:

“We should hang out sometime. Here’s my number.” Gerard gave me his number, which I held as if it was treasure. It was treasure, my treasure.

“Thanks. Here.” I got out my phone, showing him mine. We walked out of the building together, we walked until we got to our street. He said goodbye as he went the other direction, down the other side of Himlet street. I walked on, only six houses until mine. We looked back at the same time, waving.

We turned away before we could see each other’s bright red blush. I could live with this.

Notes

yeah, thats that chapter, what the fuck is up with Gee's head? can beleive that Frankie is just forgetting about it so quickly.

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