*Frank's POV*
I headed down the hallway towards our lockers with Gerard in tow. We quickly picked up our stuff needed for the next couple classes, and thankfully we had the same schedule; Art, History, Math, Lunch, Free period, Drama, Gym. So now it was off to history.
We walked quickly down the hallway, on red alert for Bert and when he saw us, we quickly sprinted the rest of the way down the hall to the safety of history. We got in class just in time, actually not late for once, and did exactly what we had last class, except I actually did take the occasional note or two, knowing that history had a lot of pop quizzes and I wanted to know something.
I also looked over at Gerard a lot. He was constantly drawing, no notes whatsoever on his paper. Now it looked like there was an abandoned outline of a face in the corner, like it was going to be completed at a later date.
I noticed how when he was drawing, often times his tongue would poke a little out of the corner of his mouth, or he would bit his lip, and both actions made me want to just reach over and kiss him. I also noticed how his bright red hair would fall in from of his face in little groups and some would be behind his head. I knew he didn't style it in the morning, but it still managed to be perfectly settled around his face and on his shoulders making him look like an angel.
I ended up staring at him too long once, causing him to look up and lock eyes. I blushed and looked away.
"You know it's rude to stare at people. Especially with how often you do it." He said sarcastically, and I blushed even harder, after he basically had said he'd noticed me staring at him every other minute.
"Hey." I said, lightly kicking his leg, and turning back to my doodles deciding that I wasn't going to look back over at him until the end of class. I ended up breaking that decision about ten minutes in of course, looking back over at him to see that he'd continued that drawing of a face, and it looked like more than just a random person, with the amount of effort that he was putting into it, but I still couldn't really tell with how far he'd gotten. It was only an outline and a little of the hair.
Gerard then looked up at me, but this time not because he was going to lecture me. When he looked up his eyes were studying me for a second, before realizing that I was looking at him and quickly hiding the drawing.
"Privacy?" He questioned.
"Sorry, but it's your fault for being so perfect, and easy to stare at." I replied back smoothly, actually having no idea where that came from considering that I was like completely awkward in every way. Anyway, Gerard blushed and turned back to his drawing, staring at it for a few seconds, deciding to leave it yet again, and move on to drawing something else on the paper. That was really too bad, I really wanted to know who the person was. It was a really good drawing.
I looked away from Gerard and took a couple more notes considering we were on a different topic, so this was probably something I could be quizzed on, but then again, I really didn't care. I also looked at the clock, considering that it felt like class had been going on forever, and I didn't really feel like being here much longer. Thankfully there were only four minutes left, but in history, four minutes might as well be four hours.
I decided to try to think of some song lyrics to pass the time, but there really was nothing to write about. I figured I could write something about Gerard, and how I felt happy around him, but I wasn't in the mood for that. I decided that I was going to write a little about my past, and how I felt before the time I saw the mysteriously wonderful man sitting next to me right now. I didn't come up with much, but I think I came up with a pretty good chorus for four minutes. It goes;

I'll keep on living
This world keeps on spinning
And you'll keep on giving me shit 'til I choke
But at night we face what lies hidden in our hearts

I don't know, I thought it was good, but maybe I could review it again later.
I looked down at my notebook to survey what had happened in that 80 minute class. I ended up with multiple 'Evil''s, a couple stick figures doing random things, a gun or two, 3 lines of actual class notes, and multiple lines of scratched up song lyrics along with the final ones. I think I'm just going to call that 'Evil' thing 'my symbol', considering I draw it just about everywhere now, and multiple times too.
Either way, this was going to be a long day.
I grabbed my books, deciding to just tap Gerard on the shoulder this time, considering he'd been drawing that face again. He'd almost gotten done with the outline of the hair, and might I say it was fantastic, even without a person to compare it to.
But now it was off to math, so we just went straight there, with no need to stop at our lockers, because we'd brought our math stuff with. There was no Bert problems, which was slightly unnerving, considering he never goes this long without at least a nasty (but completely unoriginal) insult being throw my way. I decided to just shrug it off though because I wasn't going to let Bert ruin my day yet again.

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Math was boring, considering I'd given up on staring at Gerard, getting caught every time, and he'd stopped drawing that face, so I really had nothing to be interested in. I tried to write up more lyrics, but only came up with a first verse before I had gotten bored.

I never told you what I saw in the dark
I set fire to the person I was
I'm not built for love
I'm not good enough
I'm unappreciative of the air that I breath
I'm unaware of the blood in my veins
I'm not built for love
I'm not good enough

I liked it a lot, but I was done for today, and just ended up staring at the wall for the rest of class thinking about nothing in particular. Thankfully this class was only 40 minutes, so with me day dreaming the whole time, it actually went by pretty fast. Now it was Gerard's turn to wake me up, but instead of being normal like I was with waking him up, he just plops himself down on my lap to wake me up from my daze. At least he's facing me though, so I lean in and give him a quick kiss, which he pushes into trying to deepen.
"Gee, we're at school. None the less a school filled with mostly Christians and old people who really wouldn't like gays kissing in a classroom." I say pulling away.
"I know." He states back simply, tracing a finger along my jawline. "All the more reason to. We get to be happy, while having the rush of getting caught." He pauses. "But I'd bet you'd like getting caught." He purrs in my ear.
"Okay Gerard that's enough. I really don't need a hard on for lunch."
"I could take care of that." He says back simply, making me wonder where that quiet Gee who was drawing in history went to.
"Gerard that's only making this worse, let's just get going."
"Ughhhhhh, fine." he huffs, finally getting off of my lap and picking up his stuff.
I look down happy to see that my dick isn't that obvious through my skinny jeans, but hopefully no one decides to swing their arms around today in the halls or they will be met with a big surprise.
I quickly gather up my math and history books and notebooks, this time following Gerard out of the classroom and back to out lockers.
"So I'm guessing lunch is next, but what's after that?" Gerard asks.
"A free period, so we really don't need to pick up anything here unless you wanted money for lunch." I answer, turning to my locker to take out a five dollar bill. I close my locker to see Gee already standing there waiting for me. We head towards the lunch room, and sit down at my table in the corner of the room, and I'm very happy to see that Bert hasn't shown up yet. Maybe he actually finally landed an in school suspension, and that way I won't see him until after school.
I ask Gerard if he's going up to get lunch, and he'd said he'd pass, so I simply headed up to get lunch myself. I ended up simply getting a chicken sandwich, a banana, and some water, but that ended up being exactly my five dollars, so I just took my lunch back to my seat where Gerard was waiting quietly.
"So why aren't you getting lunch Gee?" I asked.
"I'm just not hungry today." He answered, and I was going to ask him more, considering I was starving, but he quickly changed the subject, asking me questions. "Do you write songs?"
"Uh, yeah sometimes, why?"
"Was that a song that you were writing in your math and history notebooks?"
"Yeah. Why?"
"I just didn't know you wrote songs, and that seemed kinda, like, depressing."
"Well yeah, it was about how I felt during the span my mom's beatings were bad." I answered, leaving out the 'before you came and I became happy' part.
"Were you really that depressed?" Gerard asked sounding really sad himself.
"Uh yeah, a little." I said back quietly, looking down and taking a bite of my sandwich.
"Oh, okay."
"Why?"
"Why what?"
"Why do you seem so upset by this Gee?"
"Because you're you, and you seem so happy now, so it would tear me apart to see you be depressed. I really like you Frank, and just thinking about you tearing your mind apart with depression makes me upset."
"I'm sorry."
"It's not you, it's your mom. I swear if she ever hurts you as bad as she did the night before the cemetery again, you're moving in with me, because I will not tolerate you getting beat up like that again. Why does she even do this to you Frank?"
"She thinks that I'm the reason dad left. Dad left, she got pissed saying it was me who drove him away. She said he just didn't want a horrible child in his life and couldn't look at it or the person who'd helped him create it. It was my fault for being ugly and stupid and a horrible child, so my dad left. She got drunk, and did drugs until there was almost never a single minute she wasn't either drunk or high or both. I began to live in my room, using my window as my exit and entrance, only going there, the cemetery, and school unless I was going to the liquor store for cigarettes and the occasional bottle. I never even had to steal the bottles, they were pretty good friends with me there after a while so they just gave them to me most times. My life was horrible and I was depressed. I stopped eating, I stopped actually living life. I was just going through the motions. Wake up, dodge mom, go to school, walk to the liquor store, walk to the cemetery, smoke and drink, walk home, dodge mom, and sleep. I am so happy you're here because otherwise, Pansy was really the only thing keeping me going, and I knew that wasn't going to last forever."
I pushed my plate away, losing all my appetite, and folded my arms on the table resting my head there and closing my eyes, willing the tears from the memories to stay inside, but I felt one roll down my cheek, and just let them all go. I felt Gerard lean over, and rub my back trying to calm me down. He was whispering nice things to me in my ear and eventually I straightened up, trying to compose myself, but failed collapsing into Gerard's arms, leaning my head on his chest. Everything was coming out, and I knew that. All the crying saved up, and all the emotions saved up after four and a half years of torture from my mom. I wan't even trying to stop crying this time.
"Th-thank you so much Ger-Gerard." I said through my sobs.
"What for?" He asked in a soothing voice. "I haven't done anything."
"I hav-haven't been happy in y-years, but you came and I-I'm happy again, and your just t-to amazing and perfect and I'm so ha-happy you're here right now." I said back, trying to control my sobs but failing.
"No no no. You just finally found the courage to be happy. I don't need a thank you. I really haven't done anything."
"Gee, shut up." I said, letting out a small giggle.
"That's the Frank I know." I felt a pair of lips on the up of my head, and Gerard started to push me off of his chest. I frowned at the action, trying to see if I'd done something wrong, but I was soon okay when I saw Gerard lean in for a kiss, that I gladly returned. "We should probably be going to our next class now though." He said, pulling away and wiping my tears off of my face, causing me to smile.
"One more?" I asked, hoping he'd get it.
"Uhh fine." He huffed sarcastically, causing me to giggle, but he leaned in and kissed me, a little longer this time, smiling into the kiss.
"Where to now?" I asked when he pulled away.
"Well class, duh."
"No, we have a free period. Where do you want to go?"
"Isn't there a park nearby that we can go to?"
"Yeah sure." I said back getting up to throw out my lunch.
I went back to Gerard and we started to walk out of the cafeteria, hand in hand, headed for the park.

Notes

Guys, I know sorry won't cut it for this, but I really am sorry for the length of time between my last update and now. It's been nine days... I know you guys probably don't want an excuse, but here's one anyway.
I've been trying to figure out my mind.
The holidays are a difficult time for people with eating disorders, especially when you're trying to hide it from your parents. At school I just wouldn't eat lunch, but we had this week off, and my family is one that wants to have every meal together, so I can't skip out and I'm kinda forced to eat three times a day. I've had anxiety attacks because of it, but I don't want to tell anyone I know irl, since I don't have many friends anyway, and that would probably just scare them off. Today, thanksgiving, was horrible, because I constantly had my grandma over my shoulder too making sure I ate until I couldn't eat anymore, physically, not just mentally. Basically it's really hard to write when you're trying to pull yourself together every other hour, and I like to put thought into my stories, which can't have happened over the past week. I understand if you hate me now for this, but it's the best I could do. I did at least try for a chapter multiple times if that helps, but it probably doesn't.
I really truly am sorry though for the wait, knowing how irritated I get after a long wait for an update.