„We're Not Having a Threesome With My Sister“

So Gerard found out some new things about the twins on their trip to school. He made a mental list of all of them, and so far this is how it looked like.

1.)They are 16. (if frank and I get together its not THAT illegal thank fuck)
2.)Mikey is in some of their classes. (lucky fucker)
3.)Ray is a close friend of theirs. (??? ask ray next class about this)
4.)They have Lunch same period as me. (invite to smoke if smokers)
5.)They have a dog and 2 cats. (FIND OUT DOG NAME, cats= joker and ivory)

He was thinking of making it an actual list, but it would be creepy. And awkward, if they ever found it. Or, well, if Frank ever found it. Leah would just tease him about it and make sexual jokes and hint at it untill Frank realised. Then it would be awkward. So, however you turn it = awkward.

Now he was stuck in Creative Writing without inspiration and an assigment. He just has the best luck. Well, tehnically, he didn't have the exact assigment yet, as they have to pull it out from a hat (seriously, how ridiculus can a teacher get), but he wasn't exactly optimistic so he prepared himself for the worst. Last time they did this, he had to come up with a short crime story, and he's not exactly that into Sherlock Holmes or whatever.

When Mrs Gibbs neared, he forced his face into something resembling a smile, and stuck his hand into the hat, pulling out a small piece of paper. He waited for her to go to the next student, before taking a deep breath and opening the paper.

short 5 word poem/story

And that totally justified Gerard's next action- banging his head against the table. He opened up his sketchbook because damn if he's gonna waste this class not doing anything- if he's gonna get an F in this assigment, at least he can spend his time on something useful, like art. He threw his sketchbook onto the table and searched for a pencil, or anything that wasn't a pen, because he wasn't particularly fond of those. When he turned back to his sketchbook with a pencil in his hands, he found three words staring back at him, and a tiny marching band underneath them.

He smirked. It looked like he wasn't gonna fail this assigment after all.

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„Mr. Way? What exactly is 'the Black Parade'?“ Mrs Gibbs screeched as soon as Gerard was the only one left in the class. Seriously, she had such a high voice Gerard was sure she could break glass with it, or whatever it is people with high voices do. If you ask Gerard, she could be Ray's grandmother. Or great grandmother, because God knows how old she actually is. Probably like, 200-something.
„Uh, it's this. Idea, I've had in my mind for a while.“ Idea. Nice wording, Gerard, he thought to himself.
„Idea? Do tell more!“ She was also awfully chirpy even though she was probably the oldest teacher Gerard has ever seen. That didn't stop her from jumping on the table and crossing her legs, and she looked like a 5 year old. If 5 year olds had gray hair and looekd like their skin was about to fall apart, that is.

„Uh, well. It's, I drew it? I'd show it to you but I forgot my sketchbook at home.“ Gerard lied and made what he hoped was a sad and dissapointed face. He prayed to all the Gods in this world she wouldn't notice that he was holding the sketchbook in his hand.
„Oh, what a shame! Well, maybe next time! Now shoo, you're gonna be late for your next class!“ Gerard mumbled a 'good bye' and made his way out just moments before students started entering the classroom.

That woman speaks with too many exclamation points, he thought to himself as he made his way to the bathroom. He had Trig next class, but he didn't particularly feel like going. He thought about who was in that class, someone who wasn't a stranger, someone who- Pete.
He dug through his pocket in search for his phone, and when the fuck did his pockets get this filled up? He had two empty packs of gum, a paper with something scribbled on it (lizards regenerate, it said, seriously, the fuck) and 2 dollars that looked like they went through the washing machine one too many times.

To: Pete Wentz
08:20 AM
got my back in trig? i'll give u a candy bar. gee.x

He left an '.x', because that's just the way to Pete Wentz's heart. He put the phone in his pocket and pulled out a pencil, deciding to improve the marching band's outfits. He thought about staying in the bathroom the whole time, but decided against it because anyone could walk in at any time. He also had to go and buy a candy bar, because Pete would never let it go if he didn't, and God knew which taste he would want. He wasn't even sure if he had packed one for today, what with Frank being all 'oh Gee lets gooo to a concert' and Leah all 'oooh Fangs waffles waffles' and everything.

Gerard was halfway to the perfect design when his phone vibrated in his pocket.

From: Pete Wentz
08:23 AM
way senior, long time no see! it better be almond, or else.x


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„Gee? Hey, wait up!“

Gerard turned around when he heard a familiar voice. He had an idea of who it might be, but seeing only one over tatooed 16-year old made him both confused, but kind of relieved. Sometimes the twins were too much too handle at the same time, even in the short period of time Gerard has known them.

„Frankie? Where's Leah?“ He hadn't meant for the nickname to slip out, and just hoped that Frank didn't notice it. He did, though, because someone up there obviously enjoys watching Gerard suffer, but he just grinned and if Gerard didn't know any better, he'd say he was sporting a blush. But this was Frank, so no way. In Hell. Ever.
„She didn't wanna skip Art, she likes daydreaming about Mrs Guillan. Also she kind of likes art too, but it's mostly about Mrs Guillan. Hey, do you like Art? You seem like the type, your costume was all artsy and stuff, so. Oh! Is Mrs Guillan your teacher too? She's kinda hot.“

Gerard's brain took some time to process all that Frank ranted about in the, what, 5 seconds he's been next to Gerard? What he managed to get out in response was, „Yes. Art, I mean. I mean I'm not good, but I do enjoy it, I guess. I have a sketchbook and all that? So. And Mrs Guillan, no. I had her before, uhm. But now I have Alex, uh, Turner? I mean, Mr Turner, you know, the guy that uses way too much hairgel,“ which, for Gerard, was quite impressive. Frank nodded along, obviously used to getting long respones like this- Gerard would think he's some sort of a popular kid, but he hasn't seen him before, so he couldn't really be popular without Gerard noticing.
Then again, Gerard isn't the most sociable person, so his popularity could have easily slipped by Gerard because he mostly kept his head down, and he spent lunch behind the school smoking, so he wouldn't exactly know what and who the popular kids are.

„Oh, that guy. He's cute. Wears sunglasses in doors, though. Is he a douche? You talk like you know him, I mean.“ Frank chatted and started walking, Gerard absentmindedly catching up, not even sure where Frank was going.
„Uh, no, he's nice. I do know him, we're close, kind of? Not like, not a student/teacher relationship, I'm not into that, but he's a cool guy. Awesome artist too.“ Gerard was obviously not used to this kind of attention, but he thought he was handling it well. He couldn't tell was Frank was grinning at his pathetic social skills or what he was actually talking about, but decided it was better not to question it.

„Would you be into it if the teacher was someone you liked?“ And the Frank he knew was back again. It seemed like a legitimate question though, not just teasing.
„Depends. Roleplay teacher or actual job teacher?“ How was this even Gerard's life? God knows, but Gerard was glad it was. His life, that is.
„Huh, what about an actual job teacher roleplaying a teacher?“ Frank wiggled his eyebrows and Gerard realised they were going back to the school. Lunch was next period, and he had bought Pete's candy bar, so he didn't really have anything to worry about.
„Well, if it was someone I really liked, I guess I'd be into it. I think I'd fullfil pretty much any fantasies a guy has, if I was into him.“

He hadn't really thought that answer out. Frank was on his knees though, laughing his ass off at the image he got of Gerard licking someone's feet. Gerard covered his face, having the same mental image as Frank and blushing furiously.

„Not like that! God, you asshole. No, not foot fetish or anything like that, but if it was something hot, I'd totally do it.“ Frank hummed as Gerard helped him up from the ground. He dusted off his jeans for him, and Frank just grinned at him. And, well, if Gerard was blushing again, it was completely because of that foot fetish thing.

„Well, I guess I owe Leah 20 bucks, then. I didn't think I'd be wrong about this, but you're totally a sub, dude.“

Notes

Why three updates in less than an hour, you wonder? Because Iva.