Kennedy High

Gerard's POV


After Frank texted goodnight, Gerard smiled and set his phone aside. Luckily for him it hadn’t taken much to convince the band that Frank belonged. Apparently his little brother Mikey had been listening in on the audition from an old broken-down pick-up in their garage, and Bob trusted the three of them enough.

He grinned to himself, covering his face in his hands. Frank was just…wow. Like dang, hot guys are everywhere, but a hot guy who’s actually got talent? That’s rare. And, well, he’s nice, he’s got a good fashion sense, he’s got…well he’s just got a lot of things going for him. He sighed, laying down in his bed and switching the lights off. But then again, someone that great wouldn’t fall for him. No way. He might as well just stop dreaming now. But oh, it was such a nice dream. Pulling the covers around him, he quickly drifted off to sleep.

-

Ah yes, the first Friday of the school year. Fridays were the best. Gerard grinned, sitting up. This is the kind of day that needed theme music. He put on his favorite song, quickly getting ready for school and running out the door. Once he and Mikey were on the bus, they found Ray and squeezed into the seat next to him.

“Morning boys.” Ray grinned. “So, My Chem officially has five members. How’s it feel?”

“Great!” Gerard replied.

“Awesome.” Mikey added.

“He needs a stage name.” Ray said, looking thoughtful.

“Well, we can let him figure that out at the pizza party.” Gerard smiled, thinking about how fun it was going to be.

Ray nodded, then paused, seeming to be listening. “Oh fuck, the freshmen are singing Justin Beiber again.”

They all groaned, pulling out headphones to drown them out. Gerard, being in the aisle, had a perfect view of some girl in front of him taking ridiculous selfies. He could smell her perfume from three rows back. He shook his head, covering his nose with a hand. At least no one was spraying Axe on the bus today. Oh, wait. He’d spoken (or thought) too soon. He sighed, anxious for the bus ride to be over.

He couldn’t get off the bus fast enough. Those things were legitimately hell. Unfortunately, the bus had been late, and the bell rang almost as soon as they got there. They all rushed to class, promising to meet at their hang-out spot for lunch.

-

Gerard leaned his head on his hands, staring up at the clock. Five minutes left of math before lunch. Still too many if you ask him. He picked up his pencil and started doodling. It ended up being Frank. Damn it, he really had to get that boy out of his mind.

Suddenly he sat up straight, dropping the pen and reaching for his phone. He had just realized Frank didn’t know where they hung out, and it would be great if he would join them for lunch.

‘Hey, you should come sit with us at lunch.’

‘Of course! Where do you guys sit?’

‘By an old oak tree out back.’

‘Alright. I can probably find that.’

Just then the bell rang, and Gerard slipped his phone back in his pocket, shoving his books in his backpack. He headed straight for the tree. He had packed his own lunch, considering the cafeteria food was disgusting. As he approached the tree, he found that someone was already there. It was…it was Frank. He had his guitar out and was playing a mellow song that made Gerard feel a mix of sadness and affection. He sat down next to Frank and Frank set his guitar down.

“How’d you get out here so quickly?”

“Well, the teacher let us out early. And I packed my own lunch so I didn’t need to go by the cafeteria.”

Gerard grinned, pulling his vintage metal lunchbox out of his backpack. “Same.”

Frank pulled a sack lunch out, and they ate in silence for a few minutes before Frank spoke up again.

“So where are the others?”

“Oh, the lunch line takes forever. I wouldn’t expect them for another 5, maybe 10 minutes.”

“Dang. That’s a long line.”

Gerard nodded and they both fell silent. He glanced sideways at Frank, who’d already finished his lunch and was absentmindedly staring up at the sky.

“It’s so much more beautiful at night.” Frank said quietly, probably not intending for Gerard to hear.

‘I bet you’re much more beautiful at night.’ Gerard thought to himself. But no, that was definitely the wrong thing to say. “Hey Frank?”

“Hm?” Frank looked over at him, the ghost of a smile still on his face.

Shit, why did he have to make it so much harder to talk. “Um…I just wanted to say that…you’re really amazing. At guitar, I mean. And uh, there’s no way that you wouldn’t have made it into the band.”

Frank grinned. “You mean that?”

Gerard nodded, his face feeling strangely warm.

“Thanks. It means a lot.” His grin turned into a soft smile as he looked over at Gerard.

Shit his eyes were really fucking pretty. And his lips looked so soft. Gerard really, really wanted to kiss him. He started to lean in but just then, well, the rest of the band showed up.

“Hey guys!” Ray called, sitting down next to Gerard. Mikey and Bob sat down across from them, making a circle.

“Hey, what took you guys so long?” Gerard teased.

“Have you seen that fucking lunch line?” Mikey replied, frowning.

“Yeah, yeah, I know. Everyone, this is Frank.” Frank waved, giving them all a small smile. “Frank, this is Mikey, otherwise known as Kobra Kid, Ray, or Jet Star, and uh, well Bob didn’t want a stage name.”

“And what about you?”

“Oh right, I’m Party Poison.”

“Cool.” Frank grinned. “Nice to meet you all.”

They all nodded, smiling, and began to eat their lunch just as Gerard finished his own. Frank picked up his guitar again, playing something a bit more upbeat. Gerard could tell from their faces that they all liked the way he played. He smiled to himself. This band was going to be the fucking greatest.

Notes

You know, I think I tend to write longer chapters when I type them up on my computer instead of my phone.