It's Hard to Say I Love You for the First Time (Frerard) *ON HOLD*

"Can somebody help me please!?" I yelled out of my locker that I was trapped in. It was rather cold and very small in here. I managed to squeeze my hand from my side and bang it against the locker hoping somebody would realize that I was stuck in here.

For the third time this week. It was Wednesday and it was late November, so I was quite used to this happening to me. Although it was 7th period and no one left class during 7th because the end if the school day was so close they decide to just wait it out.

I bring my my hand as far back as I can and slam it again on my locker door. I sigh and decide to just lean back and wait for the end if the day. My mother was on a business trip so I couldn't call her and my father.

Well, he left when I was just a baby. My mother never spoke about him and I never judged him or called him 'some guy who got my mother pregnant and left.' I never met him and who am I to judge. I sigh again and close my eyes.

Suddenly I hear footsteps and they are getting closer. I begin to bang on the locker again.

"Hey! Help me please!" I cry, hoping that this person isn't some ass and just chuckles while I beg for them to let me out.

The footsteps get louder and faster and I presume that they are just running past me and making believe I don't exists like most of the people at this school do.

My best friend Pete is the only one here who likes me. After all he is my best friend.

I let my head fall against the locker door as the footprints stop. They are probably already gone far down the hall heading to their destination.

I sigh and close my eyes.

"Do you need help?" I hear an unfamiliar, but attractive voice ask. My head bolts up as a spark of hope electrifies my body.

"Yes! Please!" I say, a little bit louder than I intended.

"What is the combination?" They ask. I recognize the voice as a males.

"28." I say.

"Uh-Huh."

"06-16." As I blink, a splash of cold air swarms around me as I see the fluorescent lighting if the high school. I fell forward not knowing who opened my locker, but I know they will hate me because I feel myself hit them and knock them to the ground with me in top if them.

"Sorry." I mumble into their black shirt that is covering their chest,

I sit up with my eyes closed not really understanding what position I am in at the moment. I open my eyes and see the I am straddling them. My face goes red before I can even look up to see who I will be witting a beating from, from falling in them. I look up and see the most dashing, beautiful, and sweetes face I have ever laid eyes on. His black longish hair scattered around the floor, his hazel green eyes looking at me with the same expression I probably have on my face. The pale skin compliments his dark pink lips perfectly and I want to stroke them with my thumb and I want him to do the same to me.

"I'm Frank."

Notes

First book, first chapter! Obviously Frerard! YAYAYAYA please commen what you think of it! I can't wait for this! I published it is 12:00 am..... Whoops? Hehe thank you so freaking much!!!!! :3