Kennedy High

Frank's POV


Pulling into the driveway, Frank let out a quiet gasp. He knew that red hair! Gerard was the boy who’d been looking at him at the mall! He could feel himself starting to blush as he put the car in park and got out. He greeted Gerard as quickly as he could before turning away to pull his guitar and amp out of the car and give himself a few seconds to cool down.

After exchanging only a couple of sentences with the attractive singer, he could feel his face starting to heat up again. He really needed to calm himself down.

“Hey, can I use your bathroom real quick?” Well, not the smoothest thing he could have come up with but hey, it worked. Following Gerard’s directions he slipped out of the garage, leaving the door open, and into the room right across the hall.

Once alone in the bathroom, he leaned against the door, annoyed at himself for letting some pretty-haired boy he’d barely met get him so worked up. He took a deep breath, looking at himself in the mirror. He was fine, he looked fine, right? This was nothing to be worried about. He finally left the bathroom after taking another deep breath.

Before he got a chance to re-enter the garage, the sound of singing made him pause. It must be Gerard. And oh, did he have a beautiful voice.

“…cause you only live forever in the lights you make
When we were young we used to say
That you only hear the music when your heart begins to break
Now we are the kids from yesterday…”

Frank smiled, leaning against the door frame and listening to him sing. He had a very unique voice, and Frank was sure that he’d recognize it anywhere. He was so lost in the sound of Gerard’s voice that the end of the song jerked him back to reality quite abruptly, and he suddenly remembered that he was supposed to be auditioning.

“Sorry about that.” He said, walking across the garage to pick up his guitar. After making sure it was set up right, he turned back to Gerard. “Alright, so you just asked for a few excerpts?"

Gerard nodded, and Frank mentally prepared himself. He knew this shit. He must’ve practiced it a thousand times. He took a breath and began to play, pretending that he was just practicing back in his living room. He was feeling good about this. He was in the perfect mood, and his guitar was choosing to be kind to him. His fingers were obeying his brain and he was confidant that even if he wasn’t doing well enough to get into the band, he was at least doing the best he could.

As soon as he finished, he started to feel nervous again. Maybe he could have done better…but, no, he had to trust Gerard to be the judge of that. "So...do you think I have a chance?" He hoped his uncertainty wasn’t showing.

"Maybe. I'll have to discuss it with the other members of course."

…maybe. What a disappointing answer. But hey, at least it wasn’t a no. “Of course.” He packed up his guitar, picking up a scrap sheet of music he’d left in the case and scribbling his phone number on it, handing it to Gerard. "Just text me when you've decided.”

Gerard said something about a pizza party as Frank was loading his car. “Sounds fun. Here's hoping I make it." He replied, getting in his car. After they said their goodbyes, Frank drove off towards home, thinking. What a strange fucking coincidence. He ends up auditioning for the boy who helped him find the store he was looking for. He was so excited about the band. He didn’t know what he’d do if he didn’t get in. Cry? Probably. Was that overdramatic? Definitely. But he really wanted this. It would be the perfect way to make four great new friends. And right now, friends were something he desperately needed.

When he got home, he practically ran upstairs, locking himself in his room and turning his phone all the way up so he’d hear it if/when Gerard texted him. To pass the time, he pulled out his sketchbook and pencils, ending up drawing…Gerard. But he wasn’t satisfied with the drawing. He hadn’t made him look attractive enough. But there wasn’t a whole lot he could do about it since he didn’t have a picture of him. He sighed, setting his art supplies aside and laying down on his bed. Closing his eyes, he could hear Gerard’s voice, singing that song. ‘…you only hear the music when your heart begins to break…”. Well, his heart sure felt a little broken. But it wasn’t really. He had just fallen way too hard for someone he probably wasn’t supposed to have fallen for. Thoughts of Gerard filled his head, and before he knew it, he was asleep.

-

Frank was woken up suddenly by his phone. For a few seconds he was mad at himself for leaving his phone on and letting someone disturb his sleep, but then he remembered what had happened that day and sat up, grabbing his phone and hurrying to check the message.

‘Hey, it’s Gerard.’

Oh man oh man this was it. ‘Hi! Any news?’ He probably hadn’t made it…half the band members hadn’t even met him why would they let him in?

‘Yep, we just concluded our meeting.’

Well then fucking tell me already you tease! ‘And?’ Shit, that sounded kind of rude. But he just wanted to know so badly.

‘You’re in!’

“Yes!” He shouted out loud, immediately covering his mouth. “…oops.” He grinned, getting details from Gerard about the pizza party before wishing him goodnight. Oh yes, this was going to be a great year.

Notes

Yay! Frankie got in! (Of course we all knew that was going to happen.) Yeah I'm actually really proud of this chapter. And I'm so looking forward to writing the pizza party :D Hope you guys enjoed :)