Can I love you?

It was my first day of 8th grade and it was first period. I walked into the room. There weren't many seats available, so I took the seat next to a skinny kid in a dragon shirt. Then I saw him. Across the table from me. He had his head down, and there was a drawing on the cover of his binder of hell boy, one of my favorite comics. "Hey! Did you draw that?" I asked the boy. I noticed he was wearing a misfits shirt. He looked so cool. "y-yes." He said back. Poor boy. He seemed so shy.

"I like your shirt." I said
"thanks"
we started class and the teacher was super nice. I felt so self consious around this boy.
he's kinda cute.

i wonder if he's like me? I wonder if he likes the same bands, same comics, and has the same type of problems as me.
what if he hates me? What if I'm too creepy, and I follow him around, and he gets freaked out? He doesn't seem to have any friends.

Time to take attendance.
"Bob Bryar"
"here"
"Austin Carlile"
"here"
several students later
"Frank Iero"
"here" said they boy
so that's his name, huh?
"Bert McCracken"
"here" said some snobbish boy. I don't think I'm gonna like him.
"Gerard Way"
"here" I said.
Frank looked at me, then looked away.
class started, and before you knew it, ended.
we had the same class for the first two periods? Well that's weird. Social studies and English I guess are the same things so we have to spend two hours in here instead of one. Great.

While everyone took a break, I kinda just sat there. Frank did, too. It was kinda awkward.
then it started again. And ended.
then was third period, and I was going to room 133 for My life skills class. It was weird because I followed frank all the way to that hallway. Then we both turned the corner. I was waiting for him to turn into another classroom, and when we got to room 133, pass the door, but he didn't. He walked right into my next class! How many more classes will I have with him?

i sat next to him, hoping he wouldn't notice me. Really, on a different side of me, I wanted him to notice and become my friend. Yeah, that's what I really wanted. To be his friend.
"Hey, three periods in a row, not bad huh?" I said to him
"heh. Yeah." He said, shyly.
it was kinda cute how shy he was.

Mrs. Smithson, our life skills teacher, was also quite nice.
she had short, blonde hair, almost yellow.
We sat at computers, and Frank didn't even know his student ID yet. I had to hold my chuckles in.
"So where ya from?" I asked him
"I moved here from Alabama." He said. I was kind of shocked, he didn't have an accent or anything.
"when did you move here?" I asked him.
"this summer, I lost my accent."
Oh. That explains it. Mrs. Smithson found him very interesting because he was southern.

Then that class ended.

Notes

First chapter, hope u guys like it. This actually happened between me and my friend, and it's been 5 months and I think I love her... Too soon or...? I can wait a month. They say it takes six months to fall in love... This is seriously the exact story I just tweaked a few things like names of people and bands and gender. Hope u liek! This is my third fanfic and the first one I'm being serious about so yeah.