They’re Teaching Me To Kill Who’s Teaching Me To Love

*Gerard's POV*

Frank pulls away from the most stellar kiss I have had in my life and grins at me shyly. I smile back at him completely dazzled by his perfection. This boy will be the death of me, but I wasn't quite living before, without him, so I truly don't care. He wraps his arms around my neck and I brush my lips against his one more time before the bell rings and we have to leave. I get up and he does too, wiping away the tears from my eyes. "you're too cute to cry!" he laments and I giggle. We walk hand in hand to the doors of our art class,ready to rejoin society. "But hey, Gee, don't listen to those assholes okay? can you do that for me? I want you o be happy and just ignore them because they only do this to get a response out of you and they have done that so they'll keep doing it" "O-okay, anything for you my Frankie" I agrees and we walk into the classroom hand in hand, followed by a chorus of "Fag" or "emo". I do my best to ignore them ignore them and I can see Frank doing well also. He rubs circles on the back of my hand with his thumb and kisses me on the cheek so that he can whisper to me and tell me it'll be okay and that he's here for me.I calm down a little but my cheeks go scarlet when he kisses me. After the day is over I invite him over to my house and he says yes so we head off on one of the main roads hands attached as though they were made that way.

Notes

Sorry my writing is so shit right now I'm just tired, stressed and also really happy because the person that I am in love with has told me that they like me and they're sending me the cutest texts ever and I literally cannot handle the feels so yeah that's all I can really think about right now so...

-helenakilljoyXOXO byeeeeeee