Frank’s POV
Chatter reverberates through the crowded lunch hall, students gossiping noisily. For some reason, my table, the one nearest the wall, is the only one left untouched. I end up sitting alone at my lunch table like always. Ever since I came out (whoop-dee-do, I'm bi!) my ‘friends’ have all abandoned me. Sure, I have a couple class mates but they’re more the kind of people you sit next to in class, rather than sit with at lunch. Apparently, kissing the same gender – though, for the record, I haven’t kissed anyone – is a big no no.

With a little sigh I pull my beaten up notebook out of my bag, and begin to scrawl down lyrics. Fragments of melodies echo in my head, my hand flying across the page as ideas pour onto the page. My scribbly handwriting sprawls over the lined paper, inking in any bare gaps quickly. Soon enough my hand cramps. I drop the pen and shake it out, cursing a little under my breath. I bring my phone up to my face, squinting at the time. Before I can get caught with my phone out I slip it away, along with my notebook, deep into the main pocket of my bag. I’ve got twenty minutes until lunch is over.

I cast a glance over towards Gerard’s table, staring at the abundance of people with him. Girls twitter around the boys, all of them enshrouded in their seemingly unbreakable haze of popularity. As usual he is making out with someone, fingers making little depressions in her slim arms. No one else around him seems to mind. Involuntarily I whimper a little. Why couldn't that be me? No. Stupid thought.

Gerard and the girl break away from each other. Easily, as if the kiss meant nothing to him, he slips back into conversation with his friends. I suppose when you get that many kisses a day, sharing one with a random girl doesn’t really make that much of an impression on you. A frizzy haired boy joined him in laughing at some joke one of them said. The whole table titters, only a couple of them actually laughing. Longing fills my every cell. I want to laugh like that. I want to bekissedlike that. I know it’s super pathetic, and epically cliché, but yes. The little nerdy boy who gets shoved in lockers is ever so desperately crushing on the insanely popular boy. This whole sad tale would make an awesome trashy teen romance novel. I chuckle a bit, recalling the generic shitty demeanour, every sentence dripping with embarrassment. The only difference is that it would be two boys, rather than a boy and a girl. I can picture it now: the terrible prose, the tense dialogue and the ‘awkward glances’.

While I'm away in my imagination, Gerard glances over at me. We make eye contact for a brief, flittering second.Shit.Even from half the way to the other side of the cafeteria, I can see his gorgeous eyes twinkling. I blush and avert my gaze, pretending I wasn't just staring at him in all his raven haired beauty. He gives me a questioning look and inclines his head to the side. To appear nonchalant I travel my eyes all around the room, trying to seem as innocent and bored as possible. Finally he turns back to his group. I'm still blushing furiously when the bell goes for class.

Notes

Sorry this is short! It's my first fic, so I hope you like it!
If you could comment that would be awesome, I love hearing feedback and constructive criticism.