I walked into the class. My palms were sweaty. Since when was i nervous about the first day of school? Something was different today... Something was off. My name was Frank Iero, and this was the first day of Junior year.. and the day I met him.

I always got a shitty schedule. Kids with bad grades always got last pick. It was fucking stupid. Maybe if we actually got classes that we wanted...

I was fretting over the rest of the year when i noticed him sitting where i usually sit in English. He had jet black hair and was consumed in what appeared to be a sketch book. I just stared at him and took a seat to the right. I tried to see what he was drawing, but his arm obscured my view.

“Hey, what’s that?” I asked.

I could finally see what he was wearing. A Misfits shirt. At least he had good taste.

He looked surprised that someone was talking to him and said, “Just some doodles...”

“Cool,” I said, “I’m Frank, welcome to your first day of hell.”

“Gerard,” said the new kid. “So you liked comics?” he asked.

“Kinda..” I said truthfully. “Never was a die-hard fan, but i always admired the work and skill it takes to do it.”

Gerard nodded and shifted uncomfortably.

“You like the Misfits,” I said, “You’ll do just fine with me.” The bell rang right after I said that, and I gave a triumphant smirk.

Notes

This is my first fanfiction... ever... so comments, questions, and concerns are greatly welcome.