Counting Down The Days To Go (Frerard)

The bell to end lunch eventually rang, but I really did not feel like going to class. I tried to stand up, but Frank stayed wrapped around me, muttering, "stay." I guess he agreed. I chuckled and plopped back down onto the cement floor. He pulled himself closer to me and propped his chin on my shoulder. "I know it's just the first day, but I'm already completely done."
I nodded. "Me too, babe." I sighed. "I'm sorry about them burning you."
"You're apologizing?" he asked, pulling away. "They fucking beat you up."
"It wasn't that bad--"
"I know it was, Gee. And I hate seeing you get hurt. And it's like, you're already dying, and then they're beating you up, and--" He stopped talking and looked up at my face. He smiled slightly. "Are you wearing eyeliner?"
I chuckled. "Mhmm. As per your request." He laughed and wrapped his arms tighter around me.
"You'd make an amazing husband," he whispered before pressing his lips against mine. I smiled into the kiss and pressed my body into his. He pulled away after a few seconds. "There's just health left before free period. I don't really feel like sex ed, or exercising, or whatever the agenda is for today."
"Well, there's a lot that could happen in the 45 minutes until class in over," I replied, cocking an eyebrow and smirking.
"Gerard Arthur Way. Are you implying we have sex in school?" he asked, feigning shock, before giggling. "I like the way you think, babe. But I'd rather not be sore for the rest of the day."
"Implying I do that to you?"
"Well of course!" He kissed my cheek. "I mean, you're the only one I've ever had sex with, but still." He ran his hand through my fading red hair. "Maybe once we get home."

We sat there in the smoking area, talking about various things, from comic books to movies to our opinions on kids at school. This is what I like about our relationship, that we aren't always lovey-dovey. We can talk about normal things, as if we're lifetime friends. I've never really had many friends, as I may have said before. Mikey and Pat are really my only friends. I guess their friends, which I only talk to when they come over, count, but Mikey and Patrick are the only ones I know consider me as their own friends. I had never dated anyone before, and obviously never been fucking engaged.

Engaged. The word echoed through my head. If my body could stop hating me for a a year or fifty, I could be married to Frank. And the thought of that set butterflies free in my stomach. It's been, what, two months? But I love him. Just looking at him and all his adorableness can end any problems for the time being. I'm lucky to have him. He was currently rambling on about how school hierarchy sucks, and I couldn't help but smile slightly. "What?" he asked when he realized it.
"You're so cute," I replied, and leaned forward to kiss him.
He pushed me away. "You've met your kiss quota for today, Gee Bear." I playfully pouted and he sighed. "Fiiiine." He kissed my cheek quickly. Just then, the bell rang. I checked my phone to see we'd been sitting here for nearly two hours now.

Wait.

Fuck.

That means back to class.

I groaned. "Frankie, I don't wanna go back to class."
"Then let's stay here.
"It's music now. I might actually enjoy this."
He sighed and pushed himself off me, heaving his guitar onto one shoulder and his backpack onto the other. I grabbed my bag and slung it around my own shoulder before taking his hand in mine. He smiled at me and walked back to the front of the school, to the bustling crowd of students. We hurried over to music class, barely making it on time. Thankfully, the class was already full of students, so we didn't get awkward and judgmental stares. We stalked around the corners of the large room until we found a couple of seats that weren't surrounded by people. We were all the way in the back, fortunately. I had just gotten my notebook out when in walked the teacher.
Yet again, another young one. She had long-ish red-orange hair, a more brownish tone of my red. She wore a flowy black dress. Quite casual. "Good afternoon, everyone," she said in a soft voice. She had an English accent. "I'm a newly hired teacher for your wonderful school." She seemed genuine when she called the school wonderful. Oh, how the students will tear her apart. "Please call me Florence or Flo." She smiled sweetly and looked around the class. "I don't have a lesson plan for today, so just... do whatever." She shrugged. Everyone's attention went back to whatever they were doing. Frank had plugged his guitar into an amp and started playing. I wasn't inspired enough to write anything yet, so I decided on drawing.

Thankfully, Frankie was focused on his guitar, and didn't notice my glances every few minutes. It was still had to properly draw his perfect, perfect jawline. But, I was able to finish it after about 20 minutes. I smiled as I threw my pencil right at his hand, making him turn to me. I held out the notebook, the page with the drawing facing him. I felt like a child trying to show their parents more crayon scribbles they had made. He giggled. "You drew me?" I simply nodded in response. He carefully put down Pansy and snatched the book from my hands. His face was that of pure amazement. It reminded me of when he saw that drawing I made of him those few months ago. "Baby, you're the best," he muttered before hugging me and kissing me. "I love it."
"It's hard to draw your jaw," I whispered as he sat back down. He raised an eyebrow. "You could probably stab someone with it." I chuckled. "Have I ever told you your face is absolutely perfect for art?"
He started blushing a bit. "No..."
"Hm. Well, it is. I have a perfect fiance with the perfect face perfect for drawing."
I heard some shuffling coming from next to me, and turned around to see Florence. "Hi, I just wanted to talk to all my students personally." She held out her hand and both me and Frank shook it. "As you know, my name is Florence. I prefer Flo, however. And from what I've heard the other students say, you two are Frank and Gerard?" We nodded. "Ah. And what musical instruments do you two play?"
"Um, I play rhythm guitar," Frank replied.
"I sing." She nodded, and was about to say something when I interrupted. "I hate to sound... pessimistic, but these kids will eat you up. They love turning sweet teachers, which you seem like one, into kid-hating people."
She stood there for a second, just staring at me. "O-Oh..." she stuttered. "Well... um... I'm sorry for interrupting you two. Continue." She shuffled over to another group of students.
"That was a bit harsh, Gee," Frankie whispered.
"Well, it's true," I replied. "They do the same to students. You think I was a lonely recluse before I came to this hellhole?" I looked over to Frank, now hunched over in his seat. "Babe, I'm sorry," I said and ruffled up his hair. "I just... I miss having good teachers. They don't exist anymore because the kids here are so shitty."
He smiled. "Amen."

Notes

i don't like this chapter at all bye

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