Started With High School

Me and Frankie exited the supply closet with massive grins on our faces, I'm pretty sure that nothing could bring my mood down now.
''Hey Frankie?'' I said.
''Yes Gee?'' He replied.
''Um...do you...um...wouldyouliketogooutsometime?'' I said, probably too quickly.
''What was that Gee?'' I was right.
''Um...would you like to go out sometime?'' I said slowly, looking down at my shoes.
''Of course Gee!''
Oh thank god, I don't know what I would've done if he'd said no. Maybe go bright red from embarrassment, run away, etc, etc.
Anyway, by now we were walking down the deserted hallways to our next class.
Wait a minute...class...my mood just went from a 10/10 to an 8/10.
---time-lapse---
It was music class by now and we were trying to think of some more musical genius to turn into a song.
But we weren't having much luck.
At all.
We were listening to the other groups, and even they weren't just sitting doing absolute fuck all.
But they were kinda off key at some parts.
A guy was walking over to us with a...not so good look on his face.
''Well hello fags. Everyone else in this place may love you, but to me and the rest of us here , you're still the emo fags you were before. Why don't you just make a song yelling out 'I'm not okay' or something. Later fags.'' He said to us, and then just...walked off.
''Guys.'' I said.
''What?'' they replied, all with questioning voices.
''That is gonna be our next song.'' I said.
''Well, lets get to work then.'' Ray said.
After only about twenty minutes we had everything worked out. Quickest time yet.
Bob got into the recording booth and started the drums, followed my Ray, then Frankie, then Mikey.
And then me.
By now people had seen that we were back in action and were gathering around the booth, waiting for the final piece of the puzzle, the vocals that would reveal the meaning behind it all.
I opened my mouth and started to sing.
''Well if you wanted honesty, that's all you had to say.
I never want to let you down or have you go, it's better off this way.
For all the dirty looks, the photographs your boyfriend took,
Remember when you broke your foot from jumping out the second floor?
I'm not okay
I'm not okay
I'm not okay
You wear me out
What will it take to show you that it's not the life it seems?
I've told you time and time again you sing the words but don't know what it means
To be a joke and look, another line without a hook
I held you close as we both shook for the last time take a good hard look!
I'm not okay
I'm not okay
I'm not okay
You wear me out
Forget about the dirty looks
The photographs your boyfriend took
You said you read me like a book, but the pages all are torn and frayed
I'm okay
I'm okay!
I'm okay, now
But you really need to listen to me
Because I'm telling you the truth
I mean this, I'm okay!
I'm not okay
I'm not okay
Well, I'm not okay
I'm not o-fucking-kay
I'm not okay
I'm not okay!''
And with that I finished the song. Frankie even came in at one point to do backup vocals. And it was incredible.
As we exited the booth, we saw thee guy that came over glaring at us.
I walked over to him and spoke,
''What can I say. We're not okay. We're fucking incredible.''

Notes

I AM SO SORRY!
Major writers block.
This chapter took so much effort but here it is.
I was supposed to be doing homework and I think I may fail my science test but...what the hell?
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