Gerard’s POV
Something moving in the corner of my eye attracts my gaze. A small, black haired boy in a ridiculously over-sized hoodie is dropping a pen like its hot and shaking out his hand. Ugh. Hand cramps. I get them whenever I draw or write for too long, and they suck. I stare curiously at him for a while.I wonder why is he sitting all alone? Surely he must have one friend? Another, less intriguing, face fills my vision. A girl who I barely recognise greets me, then without missing a beat takes my face in her hands, sloppily presses her lips against mine. I make a small, surprised noise in the back of my throat, shocked at the hungry insistence of her mouth against mine. I move my fingers up her arm, gently digging them into her skin. All the way through the messy kiss I have to keep reminding myself it’s just for my image. Then I pull away from her, breaking what ever that was, turning back to the conversation seamlessly. No one noticed or minded our little display. Ray and I laugh at a joke that I don’t quite understand because I wasn't listening, but pretend that I get it. I involve myself in the meaningless talk.

I can see the boy looking at me now. I act like I don’t notice, but for some strange reason butterflies are slamming their selves repeatedly against my chest, looking for any way to escape from the cage. What the fuck? Since when do I get nervy over a boy looking at me? I mean, I don’t like him. I don’t even know him! Oh my god, shut up! Despite the internal questioning, I manage to keep a cool exterior as always. The old 'fake it till you make it' has gotten pretty reliable for me.

Unable to help it, I glance over at his table again. He is still looking this way, and our eyes linger on each other for a moment before he breaks the contact. Though he is about fifteen metres away from me, I can see a delicate pink blush creeping over his pale cheeks. Flustered, he looks anywhere but at me. A small smirk plays on my lips, I totally busted him. After a moment more, I turn back around. The bell announces the end of break, and our group slowly disintegrated into different directions. I check with Ray what he has.
“I've got gym.” He informs me. I nod, say a quick goodbye, and then head to English class.

The class settles into desks and seats. A familiar black hoodie crosses my vision and sinks into the seat in front of me. The shock on my face must register because the teacher raises her eyebrow at me, before calling the roll. The mystery boy sitting ahead of me answers with a feeble “good afternoon, miss” when she calls his name. Frank Iero. Inaudibly I try out his name on my tongue. It fits nicely in my mouth, a cute name for a very cute person. How have I not noticed this boy before? When I speak in response to my name, Frank stiffens slightly. Then the teacher starts the lesson. We are starting our study on Shakespeare, just like every other high school in the country has done.

Don’t get me wrong, I love writing - though it's mainly lyrics - and all of that but I just think the stories are a little far-fetched. Take the often out of context and much quoted Romeo and Juliet. The whole death scene to me just sounds like the most unlikely series of coincidences ever. Plus the fact that it is extremely exaggerated serves only to exaggerate the point. Like, you just met practically one day ago. Is it really in your best interests getting married? Not to mention there is about a four year age gap between them.

Frank is hurriedly jotting down notes in a little notebook. Though I can’t quite read what the words say, I can see his handwriting is pretty neat. It’s rounded and sweet, staying on the line and never wobbling. I rip a blank page from my own notebook, and scrunch it up into a ball. With a steady hand, I hold my hand up and adjust my aim towards Frank with the intention of gaining his attention. I am about to throw the ball through the air but before I can do anything, cold fingers wind their way around my wrists. The screwed up wad of paper is taken from my hand, and I am told to go wait outside. Most of the class is watching me do the walk of shame out of the classroom. Frank shoots me a confused expression, and I whisper to him as I slink out the door.
“I’ll explain later.”

After class the teacher sits next to me outside the room on an orange plastic chair. My ass is numb from sitting here for what felt like forever. In reality, it was probably only about twenty minutes. Still. I can never get comfy in these seats, there's just something about the way they're made. I manage to score myself a little lecture on disrupting the class, and a warning. If I do something like it again, I will be getting a detention. I nod solemnly, I understand. She nods, as if to say ‘good’, and then releases me.

I walk through the halls to the student car park. My eyes scan the park, and I find Frank standing out by the front of the building, his back towards me. I stalk over to him, unsure of what I was going to say. His shoulder length hair is blowing wildly in the wind, and he hugs his slight frame.
“Hey,” I greet him. He jumps a little; I must've shocked him.
“Hi,” he says slowly.
“I’m Gerard.” I extend my hand. He takes it, a little unsure. As I let go of his fingers I notice how soft his hands are.
“Frank. So, Gerard, you mind telling me why you were trying to assassinate me in class today?” He blinks innocently and a little sarcastically.
“Well, I was trying to get your attention, but my plan kinda failed.”
“We’re here now, aren’t we?” Sassy. I like it.
“I guess I didn’t think of it that way.” I smile slyly at him. Frank blushes and looks down.
“So why did you need my attention?” he asks sheepishly.
“I was gonna ask if you wanted to go out with…I-I mean hang out with me.” I stutter over my words like an amateur. Why does this boy, who I just met, reduce me to a puddle of wobbly nerves and stumbling sentences? The whole idea is just crazy.

His pretty hazel eyes light up and he nods eagerly. I'm pretty sure he is wearing eyeliner, and it looks absolutely gorgeous on his round, open eyes. It is only really now that I properly realise just how strikingly beautiful this little person is. He is short and looks so light I could probably throw him over one shoulder without a trouble. Frank’s face is beautiful, his features soft and angelic. His button nose slopes for a short while and then rounds away cutely; his face shows just a hint of cheekbone. Even his dusky pink lips are perfect. I blush, hoping he can't tell that I was admiring him.

“Sure, I would love to go, um, hang out with you.” He giggles with his head down, looking at the ground underneath his lashes. It drives me crazy. Electricity dashes through my body, sending shivers down my spine and crawling across my skin. God, he is cute. I catch myself on that statement, but I don’t even mind that I am calling another boy cute, because it’s just too true.

I motion to Frank for him to come with me. We wander down the streets around my neighbourhood and end up in an overgrown, grassy little park. I remember coming here for picnics when I was a child. Someday, I would love to take Frank for a picnic here. Did I really just think that? This is gonna get out of hand. I brush it off, thinking of it something to deal with later.

I spot a tyre swing and pick Frank up. He squeals and protests as I jog over the ground to the tyre, bumping gently against my shoulder with every step.
“I can walk, you know!” he tries to sound upset, but I can hear the smile creeping into his voice.
"Well what if your little feet get tired?" I teasingly argue.
"Hey, I'm not that small." he announces huffily. I giggle, and he does too because we both know it's ridiculous. I can feel his muscles moving against my shoulder.

I keel over and drop him into the swing and before he can get out I push it away from me, sending the whole thing rocking. He lets out another squawk as I send him higher into the sky. Afternoon light illuminates the angles on his face; his dark fringe falling over his eyes. He spreads his arms out against the still, cloudless blue sky and it strikes me how much he looks like a beautiful, blissful cherub caught in this moment.

Notes

Thank you for all the comments! I really wasn't expecting this to get views or anything, so I am really grateful! I will try to update as soon as possible, so hopefully every day/every second day. I was on a bit of a writing frenzy this afternoon.
- Run Bunny