Tell Me I'm An Angel

Frank's P.O.V

Next morning.

I walked into my first class. Art with Mrs Reeves. I hate art. It's boring. An hour till my next lesson. Great. I looked up and my heart skipped a beat. Walking in the door was Gerard with Mikey in tow. He passed a note to the teacher. She smiled at him. More like beamed. Gerard smiled back, shyly as she put her hand out to take a folder he presented to her. She looked down to flip through the contents and gasped. The class went silent and stared at her. Gerard blushed. "My goodness." Mrs Reeves gasped again. Eyes wide. "These are amazing."
"Th...thank y...you." Gerard said quietly.
I need to see them. So what do I know about my Gerard? Right he's an amazing singer. He's the hottest guy I'd ever seen. He's protective of his little brother. He's quiet unless behind a mic. And from the look on Mrs Reeves face, he's an amazing artist too. What else could he do?
I smile as I see him walking towards me. He sits infront of me and Mikey sits next to him. I stare at the back of his head. I just want to run my fingers through his hair. I listen as he talks to Mikey.
"That was embarrassing."He said.
Mikey laughed."Everything embarrasses you."
Gerard looks at him shocked. "It does not."
"Yes it does." Mikey pointed out. "You don't even like answering the door because that guy looked you up and down. He was interested by the way."
"Quit it,Mikey."Gerard said quietly, putting his head down."You know I'm not like that."
Mikey sighed. "I know. It's just that I want you to be happy. You deserve it. You've looked after me all my life. Even took it from dad when he tried to h...hurt..." He broke off with a quiet sob.
Gerard rubbed his arm. "Hey. I'm okay now. Besides, I'd do it all again to keep you safe."
Mikey calmed down and smiled at him.
"Okay class." Mrs Reeves called. "I think today we will do fantasy art. Like this picture done by our new student..."
Gerard groaned and banged his head against the table top. "Not again."
Mikey giggled. "Thats what you get for being a talented smart ass."
Gerard groaned again making Mikey giggle again.
I looked up as Mrs Reeves lifted a piece of paper. "...Gerard."
I scanned the picture. It was amazing. There was four guys on it. One had on a blue jacket with red and white stripe near the top. Blue jeans and red hair. It kind of looked like Gerard. It said Party Poison below him. Another had black jeans and a red jacket with white and black stripe down the arm. He looked like Mikey. It said Cobra Kid below him. There was a guy with a black afro. He was wearing a black jacket and black jeans. It said Jet Star below it. The last one looked kind of unfinished. He wore black jeans and a yellow and black jacket. It said Fun Ghoul below him. Then below in bold writing was The True Lives Of The Fabulous Killjoys. It was without a doubt the best piece of art I'd ever seen.
"Would you like to explain this piece of art, Gerard." Mrs Reeves asked. All eyes turned to him.
Gerard sat up and looked straight at Mrs Reeves. He shook his head. "T..the wr...writing ex...plains I...it."
How come he can talk without a stutter to Mikey and sing so confidently but can't talk to others without stuttering?

Gerard's P.O.V

I feel uncomfortable. I can't get up infront of the class. Thankfully Mrs Reeves drops it. I get my art book out and begin drawing a figure of a woman who is part violin. I'm so engrossed that I don't realise the time until I hear the bell ring. I throw my things into my back pack and throw the backpack onto my shoulder as I follow Mikey out of the class room.
The rest of the day goes slow. Double maths. English. Now gym. I can't do this. I look at Mikey and he nods. I head out to the back of the school. I drop my pack and sit on the steps. I grab a cigarette and pull out my lighter.

Franks P.O.V

I saw Gerard head out back. So I follow. He's on his own. I walk over to his place on the steps. I'm going to talk to him. "Hey."
Gerard looks at me, briefly, then looks back at the spot on the floor infront of him. "Hey." He says back.
"Mind if I sit next to you?" He shrugs so I drop my pack and sit next to him. Close enough that I can touch him 'by accident'. I get a cigarette out and light it. "That was a cool picture you did."
"Th..thanks." Gerard mutters.
I move my leg so I can 'accidentally' touch his leg. Man he's hot. Did I forget to say that? "I loved your performance in music class yesterday."
"Errr...th...thanks." Gerard muttered again. I have to try something because I'm not getting anywhere here.
"Ya know I could give you my number." I said.
He looked straight at me. "W...why?"
"So we can meet up for a coffee sometime." I look into his eyes as he looks surprised and...scared? Why is he scared of me?
He turns away and looks back at the spot again, taking another drag of his cigarette.
"I'm sorry." I say. "I just think your hot thats all." And sexy. And I fucking love you.
He looks back at me. He looks angry. "Think thats funny?" He snaps. He stands up, looking down at me. "Thats fucking low." He grabs his pack and takes off back to the school doors.
I stare after him. What just happened? I get up, grab my pack and run after him. I look everywhere. I'm just about to give up when I hear a bang in the boys restroom. I open the door slightly to see Gerard punching the wall. There's blood dripping from his hand. I run towards him and hold him back. I pull him into my arms expecting him to cry. But he doesn't. He just pushes me away and drops to the floor, staring at the ground infront of him.

Notes

So. What ya think?xxx