Some People Watch

Song: First Day Of My Life by Bright Eyes

Frank wasn’t sure what to think as he watched his new teacher curse, kick a desk, and wipe the coffee he spilled off of him. Finally he decided the man was eccentric and didn’t deserve such a boring name as “Mr. Way” as he sat down at a desk and looked at his teacher curiously. “So you listen to good music, huh?” he tried.
“In my opinion, I only listen to good music. It’s a matter of whether yours is the same or not,” Mr. Way chuckled.
Frank looked down. “I like Black Flag...” he tried.
“So you do have good taste!” Mr. Way flashed Frank a cheerful grin and then bent over to wipe up the spilt coffee from the floor. Frank caught himself staring at his teacher’s ass, looking away and trying to hide the heat in his cheeks. Mr. Way stood and ran a hand through his hair, ruffling it and sighing. “So, what’s the real reason you’re not at lunch?” he asked, making a perfect basket in the trash can with the sopping wet paper towel from halfway across the room.
Frank shrugged. “There wasn’t anything I liked today, I guess,” he replied hesitantly.
“So you came to your class early because you didn’t like what they were serving?” his teacher raised an eyebrow, making Frank blush again.
“Well, I don’t really have anything to do there anyways…”
“A kid who doesn’t enjoy lunchtime? Must be a new record, I better go write this down,” Mr. Way teased, although Frank was having trouble finding the humor in having no friends, and Gerard noticed the way his eyes went from observant to hurt, and quickly backed up. “I was the same way too, you know,” he added.
“Same as what?” Frank frowned.
“That weird loner kid with the eyeliner and dark clothes who always got picked on for being picked on. World’s funny like that, isn’t it?” the man said.
“I don’t think it’s very funny, more like cruel,” Frank grumbled and looked away.
“Speak up, nobody likes a mumbler. Or is it whiner?” Mr. Way furrowed his eyebrows in thought.
Frank giggled. “It’s whiner. Nobody likes a whiner,” he said.
Gerard couldn’t stop himself. “You have a really cute laugh,” he commented.
Frank’s smile fell and he looked scared, suddenly becoming restless. “Oh,” was all he could manage.
“Sorry, sorry, I’m the king at uncomfortable. It reminded me of my brother’s chuckle, is what I meant,” he explained quickly.
“Your brother? I thought people hated their siblings,” Frank said.
“Not me. We’re inseparable. His name’s Mikey, he runs that little comic book store on Elm Street, you might have gone there before,” he said.
“No way! Electric Century? I go there all the time! The scrawny guy with glasses, right?” Frank smiled widely.
Gerard laughed loudly, a sound that filled the room and made Frank’s chest feel like somebody filled it with hot cocoa, and he couldn’t help but laugh with him. “Yeah, that’s him,” Mr. Way said, tone having gone from cautious to light and cheery. He must have really loved his brother, to just be able to think about him and be happy. “So what comics do you like?”
“The Watchmen, Batman, the good ones,” Frank giggled.
“No. Way. You’re like, really cool and stuff,” Mr. Way said, in awe.
“And so are you. For a teacher,” Frank smirked.
“Hey, what’s that supposed to mean?” he huffed, taking off his jacket and setting it on the back of his chair. He rolled his sleeves up and revealed strong looking forearms, and skin that matched the pale, flawless complexion of his face. Frank was practically drooling, and didn’t notice Gerard standing there with an arched eyebrow, looking quite smug for a few moments. When he did, he blushed bright red and looked away, chewing his lip nervously and feeling embarrassed. “See something you like?”
Frank’s skin flushed even worse, and he looked down, cursing at himself inside of his head for wearing such tight jeans when he noticed the little problem between his legs. He quickly looked back up, not wanting to draw attention to himself and trying to play it all off coolly. “Yeah, your ladies’ blouse. Where’d you get it?”
Now it was Gerard’s turn to blush. “It’s not a women’s shirt! Why would I wear ladies’ clothes to work?” he huffed.
“Are you implying that you wear ladies’ clothes when you’re not at work?” Frank smirked.
“Did I? Because I’m really not trying to,” Gerard tried to change the subject.
“Yeah, I think you did. But I’ll let it slide, because it’s almost time for class, and you problem want to look less like a deer in headlights when everyone walks in,” he giggled.
“Shut it,” was all Gerard could think of.
“Nobody likes a whiner,” Frank reminded him.
“Or a bully. I’m so done talking to you,” Mr. Way said immaturely, crossing his arms and giving Frank the silent treatment (and a fit of giggles) until class began. Frank was in a great mood during the whole boring get-to-know-you period, and even the rest of the school day, smiling to himself throughout the halls, although he wasn’t exactly sure why until he got home and had an epiphany and a confused jerk to the thought of his teacher that he had a new crush.

Notes

Second chapter, I'm beginning to feel less confident about this the more I write Dx Title credits to The Offspring's Pretty Fly (For A White Guy) Anyways thanks so much for reading! Comment, rate, subscribe <3
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