You're So Dark

Frank came home, took his sunglasses off and plopped down onto the couch, not able to move a muscle anymore. There was something going on inside of him, and it would go even wilder and crazier every time that Gerard boy would be around. It was sick, the fact there was something he was interested in about in that kid.
To be completely honest here, Gerard was far from ‘bad looking’. He was actually quite… well, good looking. The long, pitch black locks, the pale face, the small, upturned nose, the huge hazel-greenish eyes… yeah, he was pretty. Or Frank was just in denial and Gerard was much more than just pretty. The problem was that it wasn’t his looks that intrigued Frank the most.

He rubbed his eyes, realizing he was thinking about his fucking student. He hadn’t even realized he could, like, even have those thoughts about a guy before, even though he was always completely open-minded about sexuality and stuff. But it was his student, damn. He was 18. He wasn’t even legal yet. And Frank was working in that school for three years now, including his last college year when he had to work in a school in order to pass his exams and become a teacher, and he was never even close to being threatened by losing his job. The kid was, what, 6 or 7 years younger? Whoa, Frank. But he couldn’t help it.

“Honey, I’m home!” He heard Ray’s voice from the hallway and he didn’t even bother to respond. Ray came into the living room shortly after, his fro two steps in front of him.

“What’s going on, Iero?” Ray grinned as he knew exactly what was going on. Frank just groaned and shifted his position on the couch.

“Absolutely nothing,” Frank lied through his teeth. He couldn’t exactly say he liked a certain 18 year old punk who was also his student, could he now? Besides, it was just a slight crush. He was sure it would go away if he didn’t give enough attention to it.

Anyway, Gerard was fucked up. Severely, and Frank could sense and see that. He still wasn’t quite sure if he was allured or intimidated by it. Meaning, Frank was fucked up, too.

“Is it the poet?” Ray smirked and fell down onto one of the armchairs.

“Nah,” Frank said, trying to sound nonchalant.

“You’re lying more than Bob when he got drunk and said he was gonna buy us all a yacht,” Ray raised his eyebrows and Frank sighed.

Frank rolled his eyes. “That reminds me, it’s Friday tomorrow. Call him. I want to get dead drunk.” Frank closed his eyes and heard Ray snicker. “Why are you enjoying my pain so much?”

“Because it’s funny. You don’t even get it, do you?” Ray was still laughing, and Frank tiredly raised his eyebrows as a question. “You’re young and good looking, the whole school’s probably got the hots for you. And you pick a mental one. It totally sounds like you.”

“Man, he’s eighteen. Nothing is going to happen. Because he is eighteen.” Frank rubbed his face with his hand, feeling a headache coming up again.

“Hey, you confessed,” Ray grinned, earning another eye-roll from Frank. “Time will show, won’t it?” He threw a pillow at him.

“Yeah, sure. Now if you’ll excuse me, I have papers to grade.” He picked his briefcase up and sat upright, hoping his headache wouldn’t turn into a migraine.

*

Pete and Mikey were in Mikey’s room, examining some ages-old Deadpool comic Mikey got for Christmas from grandma Elena.

“Hey Mikes…” Pete said finally, suddenly sounding really serious. Mikey looked up at him from the comic, questionably eyeing him and Pete furrowed his brow.

“Yup?” Mikey said.

“Can I, uh, try something? Just… don’t get mad and all.”

“Why would I get mad, dude, that’s-” Mikey was interrupted by Pete’s lips on his. He was just gawking in front of himself for a few seconds before his mind went like ‘you could try kissing back idiot’ and he closed his eyes and pressed his lips back on Pete’s. Ten long seconds and it was over, just like that and Mikey had no idea what to do now. The comic was out of his hands, somewhere on the floor and he had no idea when he dropped it, or why he had to move his fingers from Pete’s mess of a hair[even though he had no idea when he tangled them there] to pick it up. He looked at Pete who was staring at him, and then averted his eyes to look at his mobile screen.

“I should get home,” Pete said. Before Mikey knew it, Pete kissed him again. It lasted for a split second, then he flashed him a smirk and walked out of his room.

Mikey just stared at the wall for the next ten minutes, replaying what just happened inside his head at least three billion times, never remembering to pick the Deadpool special edition which was still lying on the floor between his feet.

*
From: Brendon
To: Gerard
In the mood for hanging out? I have coffee, vodka and Patrick Stump

Gerard giggled slightly while looking at his phone. He never even realized having friends could be this much fun. Besides, the friends he had were total keepers.

From: Gerard
To: Brendon
Id lie if i said i wasnt interested. Where u at?

Gerard typed quickly and pressed send. He didn’t want these shitty thoughts about his fucking teacher. He really didn’t, and that was the reason he needed a distraction. But man, he had them and shit was real.

From: Brendon
To: Gerard
We’re at mine, get your ass over here. P.S. you type like a total dork

Gerard rolled his eyes and got up from his couch position. He went into the hallway to put some sneakers on and he saw Pete coming down from upstairs. With a gigantic satisfied grin on his fucking face.

“Bye, Gee,” he kept on grinning and Gerard believed his cheeks were close to falling off. He waved at Pete before he closed the door, not even wanting to think about shit that happened upstairs in the last half an hour Pete and Mikey were there.

He put his hoodie on and headed out, not even caring about what his mom was going to say about his unfinished homework or the fact he had a Science test tomorrow. He knew he was going to fail it anyway, because his mind was going to be far from molecules and totally inside the caramel hazel of Mr. Iero’s eyes.

He got on his old bike and cycled three blocks that took to reach Bren’s place. It was a nice house, middle sized, peach colored and cozy, with a small patch of a mowed lawn in the front and a pretty garden at the back. Large white windows were yanked around the ground and first floor walls. He could hear loud music playing from the window at the top left. Bren’s room. He pulled his bike over beside the fence door and rushed into the house. Nobody was there on the ground floor so he didn’t have to make his presence known to anybody there, and he ran up into Brendon’s room, where he found a familiar scene. Bren was lying on his bed, on his stomach, with his arms hugging a pillow. His look was focused downwards as he was talking to Patrick, who was sitting on the floor leaned onto the bed.
Gerard didn’t say a real ‘hello’, he just plopped down onto Brendon’s bed and complained how it creaked a lot.

“Dork,” Brendon rolled his eyes.

“Where are the lovebirds?” Patrick asked from the floor.

“Lovebirds? Oh, Pete and Mikes?” Gerard looked at him questioningly and he nodded. “Mikey’s home, Pete just went to his home.”

“You mean, he Wentz to his home,” Brendon cracked up and Gerard did the same. Patrick rolled his eyes, but he couldn’t drive the grin off his face.

“Hey Gee, I have to ask you something,” Brendon turned to Gerard.

“Get me coffee first,” Gerard whined. Brendon rolled his eyes and pointed at his end table.

“There’s some there, we picked it up like a half an hour ago so it’s probably cold.”

“You’re such sweethearts,” Gerard said sarcastically, but he actually appreciated the thing his [idiot] friends did for him.

“Are you in love with Mr. Iero?” Brendon raised his eyebrows.

Gerard was just taking a sip, and he almost choked on it when his mind processed what Brendon just asked him.

“No, holy fuck, I mean, no, what the hell, no, where did you get that from?” Gerard sounded like he was lying so bad he practically heard it, too.

Brendon raised an eyebrow and Gerard just sighed and plopped down onto the bed. “Is it really that obvious?” He sighed again.

“Not really. I just happen to catch the looks you give each other.” Brendon smirked.

“Each other?” Gerard raised an eyebrow.

“Dude, sophomore year, first class with Mr. Iero, gaydar went crazy,” Brendon rolled his eyes like it was an obvious fact. “He’s at least bi, if nothing else. Even if he doesn't realize it himself. I'm positive.”
Gerard wasn’t exactly an optimist, especially in situations like these, so he just wanted to get drunk and sleep the rest of his life.
“I mean, don’t get me wrong, you could totally make every guy go gay,” Brendon raised his hand poetically and Gerard quirked an eyebrow at him. “But this was before he even knew who you are, so I’m positive.”

“Why do I hang out with you?” Gerard shifted so he was lying on his back, head down and eyes closed. Brendon was lying beside him, looking at him sympathetically, then shooting Patrick a knowing glance, which he returned and nodded.
“I just feel so hopeless,” Gerard decided to snap open, “It’s like, I’ve never been so hopeless over anyone. Almost, like, desperate or something. And it sucks, man. I mean, I know you know how I feel, Patrick said you’ve been dying over that Ryan guy for years now.”

“He has,” Patrick decided to talk, finally. “And now that he’s befriended him, I bet you he’ll get inside Ryan’s pants in like, a month tops.”

Brendon snickered. “From your lips to God’s ears, dear Stumpy.”

*
“So, it’s our last day working on Poe, kids. Let’s revise, I know you all love to do that. The amount of revision you do at home totally makes me sure of that fact,” Mr. Iero rolled his eyes. The whole of the class laughed, the only exception was Gerard, who wasn’t really paying attention.

“So, okay, let's start off with an easy one. Who was the almighty Prospero?” He leaned onto his desk. He looked at the orange-haired girl sat on Gerard's left who was currently doodling around her notebook and bouncing in her chair to some beat that was probably located inside her head. "Mrs. Williams?"

"Uh... I kind of forgot to read the book," Hayley bit her lip awkwardly and a few students snickered behind her. She turned around and hissed a few insults at them while Mr. Iero was sighing and looking around the room to pick someone else. His eye caught Gerard’s blank stare into the blackboard and the corner of his mouth twitched up. “Mr. Way?”

“Uh, uhm… a prick?” Gerard furrowed his brow in confusion. Frank couldn’t help but giggle, his subjective side getting the best out of him. Gerard was cute, too cute for his own good, and Frank’s, too, apparently. He managed to pick himself up before he gave out the wrong impression, which was actually the right one but yeah, philosophy.

“Well, if I weren’t a teacher, I would agree one hundred percent, but yeah, damn.” Frank sighed, suddenly not feeling at all good about being a teacher. And being unable to call Prospero a fucktard wasn’t even the biggest reason for that. “I know you know the real answer, though.”

“The guy who threw the ball in his castle for the high society peeps at the time the Red Death was having a killing spree?” Gerard raised his eyebrows. Frank snickered again, but nodded affirmatively.

“Scruffily said, but correct,” he smiled and Gerard returned it with a weak, sloppy one, before he plopped down onto his chair again. Frank ran his hand through his short hair, sighing again while turning towards the blackboard. He really hated himself at that moment, and he didn’t even know the exact reason.

*

“Another poem? Really?” Brendon looked at Mr. Iero with despair in his eyes.

“Yes, Mr. Urie, yes.” Mr. Iero smirked an ‘in your face’ smirk before he continued speaking. “I want this one filled with emotion. Everything you feel. Here.” He knocked his fingers on the paper he was holding in his other hand. Gerard sighed, not really caring, because he never needed too much to get his poems written. The words just kind of flew out of him.

He took his pencil and started scribbling. He was done in fifteen minutes, and went over to hand the paper to Mr. Iero who beamed when he saw him coming with a new poem. Their fingers touched while he was taking the paper, and he looked at Gerard at the exact moment the familiar electricity went through Gerard’s body. He shivered from the look and the touch, not really knowing what the eyes he was looking at were carrying at the moment. They were so shiny and meaningful that Gerard’s head immediately started to hurt, while his insides were going wild. In a second, the significant moment was simply over and Mr. Iero just smiled with his usual face expression before he shoved his head into the paper. Gerard was a bit puzzled by whatever it was that just happened, but he just turned around, stuck a confused frown on his face and marched over to his seat.

*

“I would drive on to the end with you
A liquor store or two keeps the gas tank full
And I feel like there's nothing left to do
But prove myself to you and we'll keep it running

But this time, I mean it
I'll let you know just how much you mean to me
As snow falls on desert sky
Until the end of everything
I'm trying, I'm trying
To let you know how much you mean
As days fade, and nights grow
And we go cold"

Frank couldn’t breathe. He wanted to cry. He wanted to cry and punch the kid who was doing this to Gerard, honestly. He looked over at Gerard and found him staring. He gave him a weak smile and Gerard returned it, obviously waiting for him to comment on his poem.

“I love it,” he genuinely said and turned around, not leaving himself enough time to catch Gerard’s response. He hated himself again, for like the billionth time that day.

He was in deep shit, and he knew that, boy did he know that.

Notes

It sucks, I know and I'm sorry.