From Heaven? (Or Hell?)

Soon I figured out I have my second, third, and fifth hour with Patrick, and my first, fifth, and, seventh with fohawk. Art was my seventh hour so i was looking forward to it the most. Art is quite different in heaven, instead of using pencil or a paint brush, we use our minds. Now the creative part is that we make a mental picture in out head, plan out every detail, and then it appears on the paper. Now I, among a few other select angels, enjoy drawing with my hands. Its just so much more calming. Right now I was at my locker, gathering all my things, when suddenly, fohawk appeared. "Can I help you?" I asked. "Umm ya, Gerard, right?" I shook my head 'yes' and waited for the rest. "So during first hour, when we were assigned partners for all the group projects, and I noticed you didn't get one, so I was wondering, if maybe you'd like to be my partner?" I was quite flabbergasted (A/N XD omg I'm sorry I had to use that word.) At his words. Before I hesitated too long and gave him the wrong idea I said, "Oh sure!" He looked relieved at my words. "Thank god, I was scared you were gonna say no..." I picked up my stuff and He and I walked towards the bus, talking about out future science projects. When we got to the bus, it was surprisingly empty. I choose a seat, Frank sitting next to me. "So, do you have any idea when well actually start working on stuff?" I asked. Frank (get this) giggled and said "/No idea, but I'd imagine Monday next week." His giggle was the cutest thing I've ever heard in my life. And yes, I, and angel if the lord, just said another boys giggle was cute. I honestly hate the stereotype that 'god hates gays'.in reality, god thinks love is love and that it shouldn't be as big of a deal as it is. Soon people filed in the bus, and we started to drive. After some interesting conversation with Frank someone yelled, "Hey, aren't you the guy who beat up those two jocks?" I looked around and most everyone was looking at me. I nodded my head yes, and the person said, "Then why are you sitting with the emo faggot?" I felt Frank tense by me, "Come sit with us!" I quickly replied, "Oh no thank you, I quite like where I'm sitting, and by the way, his names Frank, thanks." The boy flushed red and sat down. As soon as everything had started back up again, Frank asked, "Why did you do that?" I smiled, knowing he was talking about the event that took place just moments ago. "Oh that, I just didn't want to sit with him." Frank rolled his eyes and said,"You know what I'm talking about." I sighed and said, "No one deserves to be called 'emo faggot'." Before Frank could answer our stop pulled up and we got off. "Well, I'll see you tomorrow, Bye!" Frank called over his shoulder. I waved my hand indicating that I had heard him. When I got back to my 'house', I sat down, realization drawing over me of my VERY eventful first day...

Notes

Third chapter yay