The Right Way

It's my first day here at the new school. I take a quick look at myself in the mirror. My long black skinny jeans, combat boots, and leather jacket. And not to forget my deep black eyeliner. "Yep," I say to myself, "I'm gonna be an outcast." I was willing to admit that. I mean, I doubt the school is filled with sassy gay emos.
I throw a backpack over my shoulder and head out the door. I start walking. The high school is only a block away so no real point in driving. I start humming to myself, humming the song I wrote last night. Writing songs has become a hobby of mine, But there's no real point to them, I don't have a band or anything. But they are just special little lyrics floating around in my head, waiting to be used.
Before I know it I am at the doors. I simply walk in with a straight face, pretending like I belong. I glance down at the piece of paper I have in my hand, that has my locker number and class schedule. Lets see, my locker is number 307. I look over at the nearest locker, it says 300. Oh. Well I'm close. I follow the lockers until I find 307. I open it and throw my stuff in, close it, and start wandering to find my homeroom. I look down at my paper, and for homeroom I have Mr. Hartnell.
I walk into class, and immediately my eyes are drawn to this short kid with long-ish black hair. His hazel eyes are rimmed with black eyeliner and red eyeshadow. Honestly he is the most beautiful thing I have ever seen in my life. He sits in the back of the class, nobody around him. Poor kid. He is an outcast. like me.
I sit next to him and I introduce myself. "Hi," I say, "I'm Gerard Way, I'm new here."
"Hi" he says rather emotionless. " I'm Frank Iero."
"Is it alright if I sit here?"
"Yeah, sure." He hasnt looked at me once. Poor kid probably thinks I'm gonna make fun of him too. I decide to compliment him.
" Hey, what eyeliner do you use, it looks Rad." I try to smile. He looks up at me. He stares at my eyes for a rather long time. Please be queer please be queer please be queer. He finally smiles and replies.
" I honestly have no clue. Why, what do you use?"
" Funny story, I have no clue either. Hey, I'm new, I know nobody here, can I sit with you at lunch today?"
"Sure!" he says rather excitedly. "I won't be sitting alone today, I guess."
"Neither will I" I smile at him. I'm reaaalllyyy hope he's gay. I like that kid, and I like him a lot.

Notes

Okay, this was a short one, sorry.Buuttt I have some interesting ideas for the next chapter, so I wanted to keep this one short to leave room for more possibilities. I'll probably update either later today or tomorrow. BTW, if the author of that story with Frank and Gerard as vampires and Bob as a werewolf and It's called Living In the light or something like that. Anyway if the author of that is reading this, I NEED AN UPDATE.AND I NEED IT NOW. like damn that's a good fic.