To The End

Frank's eyes read the tacky posters on the wall. He rolled his eyes. He placed his elbow on his guitar and then laid his chin on his palm. His foot tapped against the floor, causing his guitar to arise and fall rapidly from his lap. He blew out a deep breath until finally, he can hear a familiar voice from down the hall, making its way toward the classroom.
Frank straightened up his posture and positioned his guitar correctly on his lap. He fixed his tie quickly, not taking his eyes off the opened door.
A boy his age walked in with bright red hair and bright hazel eyes. His small teeth were showing as his smile spread from ear to ear. Two of his friends walked close behind him. Frank's eyes lightened as the red haired boy made his way toward the small circle of chairs.
He sat across from Frank. The boy glanced at Frank, but didn't say anything. His two friends sat in the circle too. They made a small conversation and excluded Frank out as if he weren't even there. Frank didn't mind, really. He was too busy not to look so obvious that he was taking glances of his man-crush. He's been trying not to look so obvious these past few days.
There was a loud clap of two hands smacking together, "Alright class, we have very few people but we'll make it work." A man with bright brown eyes and a 5 O' clock shadow stood in the circle and said, "You don't know me because I was actually performing for an audience in a different state. You've had a sub for the past week and I'm sorry about that." He smiled, "This is a music class, I know. But I think we should introduce ourselves if we're going to be in the same room together for a whole year. My name is Mr. Fitz and you are...?" He looked around the circle and frowned when no one spoke.
"Anyone?" He asked.
Frank slumped in his chair which he regretted immediately because Mr. Fitz looked directly at him, "You are...?" He repeated.
Frank swallowed as he looked up at him. He felt uneasiness in his stomach especially when he noticed the red haired boy was looking at him too. Frank muttered, "Frank...Iero..."
Mr. Fitz smiled, "Do you play the guitar or is it just for show?"
"I play...sort of."
Mr. Fitz smiled, "Don't worry, this class teaches about all different kinds of instruments-and singing believe it or not because the voice is an instrument. Guitars are really important to me so I'm sure I'll be teaching more about them." He grinned.
Frank nodded, but said nothing more.
Mr. Fitz looked at the red haired boy, "What about you?"
"Uh, well, I sing I guess."
"And you're name?"
Frank looked at the red haired boy. He's been waiting for this moment. He could never have the courage to ask him, so he was hoping that maybe one day a friend of his mystery crush would call out to him just so he could know his name.
"Gerard. Gerard Way."
Before he could stop himself, Frank said aloud with a bright smile on his face, "Nice to meet you, Gerard."
Gerard looked at Frank and grinned as Frank's cheeks burned hot with embarrassment.

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