He only got it off in time to get a glimpse of the retreating figure. And when he did he almost couldn’t believe it. Black, sexy combat boots and flaming red hair. Gerard.
Frank stood in shock. Well not really stood, he kind of didn’t have a choice being shoved uncomfortably in a locker after all. He had no feeling in one of his feet and desperately needed to get out of the locker. He couldn’t, however, find his voice to call out to Gee as he walked away. Wait…Gerard. He took another moment making completely sure that it was Gerard he just saw through the slits in the locker. Who else do you know with bright red hair? That convinced him…there wasn’t anyone else it could be and more importantly nobody else he wanted it to be. This is going to work out nicely.
It all made sense now, Gee was in all his classes, had a locker next to him, and Frank hadn’t known the boy even existed until last week. Last week seemed like forever ago. Are we being stupid? Frank thought for a moment, I mean we’ve only known each other on a personal level for a week…but I feel like I’ve known him my whole life. That’s enough right? With these thoughts in mind, Frank began pushing as best as he could on the locker door. The latches on these things had to be as old as the school they should come undone pretty easily, but after another few minutes and a new aching cramp in his back he gave up. Those locks were stronger than they seemed…or Frank was just really weak.
It was another ten minutes later that Frank heard a footsteps again. He didn’t care who it was this time, he had gotten his answer so he called out.
“Hey! Can I have some help!?” he yelled at whoever it was coming down the hallway. He heard a yelp of surprise and something fall to the floor. Whoops! Guess I should’ve probably told them I was in the locker.
“Ahh…sure?” a familiar voice called back, “where are you?”
“In my locker. Thank god it’s you otherwise this would’ve been embarrassing,”
“Frank? How the hell did you end up in there?” Gee asked shuffling over to Frank’s locker. Frank could see his hazel almost green eyes through the slats.
“Open the door first, my back hurts like hell,”
“Combo?”
“Just pull the door open,”
“Okay then,” A few seconds later the door flew open and Frank came flying out of it as he was leaning on the door when it was opened. He flung himself directly at the taller boy enveloping him in a massive hug.
“Whoa, you okay?” Gerard questioned a little confused as to what Frank was doing but hugged him back none the less.
“I’m fine, my back fucking hurts but I’ll be okay,” Frank replied, his voice slightly muffled by Gerard’s shirt.
“Umm, what’s this for? I’m not complaining or anything but…” He trailed off hoping Frank would understand what he was asking.
“Oh, right,” Frank giggled slightly before letting go of the red head and turning around. He smiled as he saw the sheet of sketchbook paper and picked it up. Turning back around, he handed it back to Gerard.
“I believe this is yours…” Frank said smiling at the look of shock on Gerard’s face then slowly turning to embarrassment as his cheeks dusted pink.
“Soo, I guess that means you’ve figured it out,” he replied finally not even going to deny it. He had no idea how long Frank was hidden it that locker…he probably saw him put it in there.
“Yeah, and…” Frank trailed off,
“And?” he asked confused.
“And I love you too,” Frank said replying to every time Gerard had written it in one of those letters. Gerard gave Frank one of the biggest smiles he had seen on the boy before Frank pulled him in for another hug.
“Frank?” Gerard spoke up after a moment.
“Yes?”
“Can’t breathe,”
“Oh, right sorry,” Frank said blushing slightly before letting go. But only finds himself being pulled right back and soft lips meeting his. A little hesitant at first but when Frank didn’t pull away became surer. It was sweet and made Frank feel loved without any words having to be said. They would’ve stood there longer if not for the sound of someone clearing their throat behind them. The two boys instantly jumped apart and looked at the intruder, the art teacher.
“Not on school property boys,” she called as she walked away. The two boys stood in shock before breaking into fits of giggles. Frank slammed his locker shut and the two of them left the school still laughing every now and then.
When they reach Frank’s porch step, they stop.
“Shit!” Gerard exclaimed, obviously dismayed, “I forgot Mikey,”
Frank broke into another round of laughter. “He can walk by himself today,”
“Yeah, but still doesn’t mean he won’t yell at me later,”
“Don’t worry you can take him,”
“Probably,” Gerard smiled before leaning down to kiss Frank again, but they were interrupted by the front door opening.
“Oh! I’m so sorry!” his mom exclaimed, “Hold on I’ll wait,” she said smirking at Frank before going to close the door again and stepping back inside. Gerard laughed as Frank rolled his eyes.
You already ruined the moment,” Frank yelled to his mother as she came back out of the door. She laughed as Frank spoke again, “Mom, I would like you to meet Gerard,” Frank started but was cut off.
“But I already know who he is,” she said, Frank rolled his eyes again before starting once more.
“I would like you to meet Gerard, also known as the guy in my art class (and every other class), G.W., Mikey’s older brother, Gee, the mysterious singer, and my secret writer.”
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“I knew it! But seriously Frankie how did you not find out sooner?”
“What do you mean?”
“I mean his last name is Way and so is Mikey’s…your best friend. Come on that’s just a little ridiculous,”
“You know I wasn’t really think about Mikey when I thought about him, okay?”
“Eww, Way to make it awkward….pun intended,”
“Mom!”
“Sorry but what about the initials G.W.? I mean when he told you to call him Gee didn’t that give you a clue? He told you to call him one of the letters in his initials.”
“You’re right on that one, I was just being plain stupid, there,”
“What about handwriting or his name on papers? You mean to tell me that in all those classes you sat next to him in you never once noticed his handwriting or name?”
“Mom! I told you I’m an idiot you can stop now!”
“Fine, I’ve got to go to work anyway, and just so you two know, I won’t be back until tomorrow morning, so you boys will have the house to yourselves…”
“Mom I know what you’re hinting at and I would like it if you stopped, please,”
“But I’m just saying a whole house to yourselves… could be a perfect opportunity!”
“Please stop!”
“Just remember to use protection…have fun! See you later,”
“Mom!”
“Your mom is pretty cool,”
“Gerard you’re not helping,”
“Sorry Sorry, just stating facts here,”

Notes

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