Once they arrived, Gerard got out of Frank's car, and got in his own. He texted Frankie.

"So were going up to the school?"

"Yea."

Frank pulled away from the parking spot, and drove off towards the school. Gerard followed in his car.

Once they got to the school, they both parked, and got out, holding each others hands, as they walked up to the band hall enrance. Frank opened it, and held it open, and let Gerard walk in first. Frank could hear a few intruments being played. Ray must have tweeted out to all the parents, so they sent thier kids up to the school, so they could have some peace. Frank shrugged, and walked hand in hand with Gerard into the band hall, passing by a handful of practice rooms with a few kids here and there. They didn't see Frank walk past, he bit his lip, and found Ray in the Main Band hall, giving guitar lessons. Well if there was a place for that it was here.

He took the next right, into the Band Directors office, and sat down in the first seat, offering Rays chair that sat a few feet away unused, to Gerard. Gerard nodded and sat, scooting closer to Frank. Frank smiled, and rubbed his shoulder before turning on the main computer, and logging in. He waited for it to fully log on, before opening up the internet. He pulled up YouTube, and typed in a random song off the top of his head the first Misfits song he'd heard as a little kid. He smiled, and started doing Band Director stuff, while still paying attention to Gerard and the music. He was quite good at multitasking by now.

There was a knock on the door, and frank looked up, pulling his eyes away from the computer screen, he opened the door and looked up.

"Yes, John?" Frank asked, pushing his bangs to the side, looking up at the first chair clarinet player. His top student, Frank just bit his lip. John looked from Frank to Gerard then back to Frank.

"I'm octave key isn't working...." John said sighing, looking despretly at Frank. Frank made a thin line with his lips, and stood, finding the tool box from underneath the desk, and held out his hand for John's clarinet. John willingly handed the instrument over, and leaned against the green metal door frame. He fixed it after figuring out what was wrong, and handed it back to John.

"It should be in working order now. "Frank said looking up at John, as he put the toolbox back where it belonged.

"Thank you, Mr. Iero." John said as he walked back towards the practice room he'd been in, clarinet in hand. Frank smiled, and shut the door, sitting back in his seat. He interlocked his hand with Gerards and kissed his cheek gently. Gerard smiled.

"They seem to like you. Your kids...They trust you with the most expensive things they own..." Gerard said looking into Frank's leaf green eyes. Frank nodded.

"Yea....They hate me during marching season, but when concert season rolls around, they love me again. Its a love hate relashionship..." Frank said shrugging. Gerard leaned over, and rested his head on Franks shoulder, and nuzzled his neck. Frank smiled and shut his eyes for a second, loving the feeling of Gerards breath on his neck. Gerard smiled and wrapped an arm around Franks waist, and nuzzled himself closer to his boyfriend, they both were loving the closeness. Frank almost moaned when Gerard decided the gently nibble on his ear, when Ray walked in and Gerard and Frank ripped apart, almost instantly. Gerard bit his lip and stood thinking Ray would want his seat, but he kept walking, towards the back, where the spair instruments were. Ray kept all his stuff back there, it was safer.

Gerard sat back down, and started looking for a pencil and paper. He was going to draw some stuff to occupe his bordum. He laid his head down on the desk, and started drawing. What? he wasn't sure, he just knew he was drawing, like his hand knew what to do. Knew what to draw the second the pencil hit the paper. Gerard let his hand do whatever, and followed with his eyes.
After a good couple hours of being up at the school, having done all he'd needed to do. He sent out some emails to faculty, emails to the drill writers and Music composeres. You know, Band Director stuff, boring stuff. Frank let out a long drawn out sigh, and breathed out. Gerard looked up, after drawing two huge elaborite drawings. He smiled, and looked them over. Both of Frank from different angles. Frank looked over and smiled. Every little detail, perfect. it was like a mirror reflection, but more handsome. He smirked, and ruffled Gerards hair.

"You wonna go to dinner tonight? I feel like every time we go out, I get hurt. But I promise I'll be carful." Frank smiled as he stood. Gerard nodded, hand in hand they walked back out to thier cars, and headed for an agreed dinner date. Chili's.