My -High School- Romance

A recognisable face sat next to Gerard. "Oh shit! You okay dude?" The world faded back to Gerard, and he knodded, wiping away his tears. "Good." Frank said, standing up. "What the fuck was that?!" Gerard saw that he's taken the plaster off his nose, and there was a noticeable bruise on it. Mikey pulled Gerard to his feet. "Panic attack," Mikey muttered. "Listen, I'm going to go with Ray. We'll see you two guys later?" Gerard knodded and turned away from them, starting to walk towards home. He felt like he was going to vomit, and clutched at his stomach. "Wait." Gerard felt a hand fall on his shoulder, and stopped walking. He felt the hand turn him the other way, so that they were face to face. "Are you okay?" Frank asked. Gerard shrugged. "Yeah," he lied. "I'm fine." Frank touched the top of Gerard's head. He winced. Ow ow ow, what the fuck are you doing?! Gerard thought, as Frank pulled his hand away, looking at the blood on his hand. "Gerard you should probably get something o-" "I'm fine, Frank. Jesus Christ please just back the hell off." Gerard said, pulling away. "Oh, sorry," Frank murmured. Gerard raised his hands to his head and ran off. ***** Gerard opened the door to his house. "Hey mum, I'm home." His mother ran up to him and brought him in for a hug. "Mmm, how was your day honey?" She ran her fingers through his hair. "Gerard, what's in your hair?" She drew her hand away from his hair, looking at the small smear of blood. "Oh I just fell over, doesn't matter." Gerard muttered, as he ran to his room. He sat at his desk and started drawing frantically What the fuck was that. Frank's a pretty cute guy you know. You just wrecked it. What the hell Gee. His brain shouted at him. Gerard sighed, wiping his face, and looked down at what he had drawn. It was Frank. A kind of cartoony sketch, but realistic enough to be taken seriously. In the picture, Frank was just looking at his feet, crying, his eyes facing Gerard, who was frowning intensely. He just couldn't stop thinking about him. That face. And those hands. There was just an overwelming aura of perfection about him; the kind that made Gerard want to sit in a parking lot wih Frank all night and talk about his anxieties. Bvvb bvvb. Gerard looked over at his phone that was sitting at the corner of his desk. 37391573840: 'hey gerard, it's me, frank. mikey gave me ur number. listen im sorry about earlier, i just wanted to check if u were alright.' Gerard smiled. Frank. He was really happy to hear from him. I mean, he's pretty cute. Okay, keep it cool Gerard, he thought to himself. He didn't like him, did he? gerard: 'hey thats alright. i just had a little panic attack, don't worry, it happens all the time.' Gerard added Frank to his contacts and then drummed his fingers on his desk impatiently, waiting for him to reply. Desperate much? He muttered to himself, self hate filling his veins. frank: 'oh. sorry about that :( u know what caused it?' gerard: 'well i was paranoid u hated me.' frank: 'why would i hate u?! u r so cool. i thought you hated me.' Gerard chuckled to himself, screwing up his drawing. gerard: 'ahaha lol no youre great, ily man.' "ily"? Wow, real smooth there Gee. frank: 'thanks, i wouldn't say 'great', but ok... listen do u still wanna meet up? my mums not picking me up until 6.' gerard: 'alright, see you in 10.' He walked out of his room, grabbing the phone. "Hey mum, I'm going back out!" See you later." Gerard shouted. He slammed the door behind him, a wide grin on his face.

Notes

Okay writing this bit was fun :)