Time: 6:15 am
Date: September 4th, 1998
Location: Gerard's Bedroom

Gerard's Perspective

"Gerard!"
Every voice I have ever heard call my name crashed my dreams. My alarm clock was blaring loudly. Damn thing only works part of the time, and even then, hardly. I had set my alarm for a quarter to seven, and it was a quarter past six. I hit the snooze button and rolled over to sleep longer, but the alarm kept going.
The clock was a battery powered clock, so unplugging it was not an option. In order to get to the batteries, I would need a screwdriver, so that was not an option either. I hit the clock again, but it continued to scream at me. I finally resulted in picking it up off the night stand, and walking over to my window. I tugged the window open and threw the clock onto the ground below. It smashed on the pavement, and a smile creased my lips.
My victory was short lived. It was STILL GOING OFF!!
"Oh, come on!" I threw my hands up in exasperation. I've been outsmarted by a fucking alarm clock! Ugh. Oh well. It's someone else's problem now!
But I can still hear it!!
"THIS ISN'T EVEN LOGICAL!"
I stormed down the stairs and out the front door, ignoring the calls from my brother, "Where are your clothes, Gerard!?" I grabbed my little brothers baseball bat from the garage and walked over to the still beeping pile of alarm clock wreckage.
"YOU ARE BUSTED TO SHIT! HOW THE FUCK ARE YOU STILL BEEPING!?" I shouted. My neighbors were staring at me incredulously through their window as I began to beat my smashed alarm clock with the baseball bat.
"Why *whack* wont *whack* you *whack* shut *whack* the *whack fuck *whack* up?!" I kept hitting the rubble, shards of black and white plastic flying everywhere. It still KEPT ON BEEPING!!
"Gerard, honey?" I spun to look at my elderly neighbor who was standing on her porch.
"Yes, Margie?" I asked the woman.
"Go put some pants on."
As I walked away, the alarm clock stopped beeping, and I threw my hands up. "FINALLY!"

I stepped out of the shower, drying my hair, and walking over to the mirror. I was an average looking man with red hair that reminded me of a candied apple. I was tall, with thin features, and no real muscle or fat. I had a pixie nose, and I was kind of cute. I also had soft, but glittery hazel eyes.
"Gerard, what was that about?" Mikey called from the other side of the door. "The alarm clock was being a cheeky bastard!" I shouted, throwing a bar of soap at the door. I may or may not have anger issues.

I fixed my tie before getting out of my car, and walking up to the school. It was the first day of the year, and I had switched classrooms. I just had to remember where the fuck my classroom was.
I walked into my class in a white button up shirt, my black over coat slung over my shoulder. I wore a black tie hanging loosely around my neck. I also wore a pair of black skinny jeans, and black combat boots.
I had a first period class, much to my dismay, and I was already running late. I ran into the classroom, papers flying every where, "Sorry I'm late class! I had a fight with my alarm clock!" I shouted. All the kids paused, and burst out laughing.
A girl that I recognized from last year giggled, "We know."
I looked at her skeptically. "It's all over Myspace." She said with a smirk.
"Of course it is..."
I shook my head, "Whatever, let's begin class!"
I set my stuff down and began class.

About fifteen minutes into class, a short boy in a heavy winter coat walked into class. "Hi! Sorry I'm late! I got losted..."
Did he just say losted?
"Uh... take a seat, and please remove your coat." I said.
He took off his coat, and he was probably the most beautiful creature I've ever seen. He had dark hair, and dark hazel eyes. His neck, hands, and arms were covered in tattoos. He wore a black button up with the sleeves rolled up to the elbow, a red tie, and some black skinny jeans, paired with red hightop converse. His perfect face (shut up Gerard) was pierced in two places, in his right nostril, and on the left side of his lower lip. He also had very small black gauges in his ears.
I heard some snickering, and hit my hand on the table. "Quiet!" I shouted. I turned to the new kid. "Welcome to class. You must be Mr. Iero." I said. He nodded, and looked down at his lap. "Yes sir."
God, why the fuck was he so cute?
I'm not gay! I'm straight! I'm almost positive!
I could already tell that Frank was going to struggle, because people were already throwing things at him, and shooting names at him. That's how it was the whole period, no matter how much I yelled at the class to stop.
Once class was over, I stopped Frank. "Hey, are you going to be okay? I can move you so that doesn't happen." I told him. He looked at me, and his eyes shone sadly as he smiled, "Thanks but no thanks Mr. Way. I'm used to it."
I felt bad for him as he walked away.

The rest of the day went by slowly until lunch. I was minding my own business, eating, when someone burst in through the door, slamming it closed and shooting it under my desk. "Sorry, you're just the first classroom that was open."
Frank Iero from my first period class was sitting under my desk, panting. "Please don't tell them I'm here." He said, falling silent as a couple of boys walked in. "Hello Mr. Way." It was a couple I recognized as Pete Wentz, and Ryan Ross. "Our friend came in here, we think." The taller one, Ryan, a cute boy with shaggy brown hair and bright brown eyes, spoke. Ryan was nice for the most part, but the crowd he hung out with was not.
"No one's come in here besides you two." I lied, almost squeaking as I felt a hand brush against my dick as Frank tried to keep himself from falling and making noise. I blushed harshly as he pushed a little, trying to steady himself. "Please leave." I told the two.
Pete frown, "Fine..." He walked out, and Ryan followed.
Once the door was closed I took a sharp breath, "Mr. Iero, please move your hand." I said in a shaky breath.
"Oh god, I'm so sorry!" Frank tried to stand up, but he hit his head on my desk. I scooted out, and allowed him out. He sat up on my desk in front of me. "Hi." His face was bright red, and so was mine. "That was an accident, I'm really sorry." He said.
"It's alright, just... unexpected." I said, shaking my head. "You should go, I'm not supposed to allow students in here."
He whimpered, "Please don't make me go!" He begged.
"Fine. Take a seat."
He sat down in front of my desk, and pulled out a piece of paper. I saw his drawing, and saw that it was of Ryan. "Do you have a crush on Ryan?" I said, trying not to laugh at myself. His face turned red again. "Well, I think he's attractive, but I don't know him, so I can't say yes to that." He responded. "What about you? I've heard you've got a reputation for sneaking around... and beating up innocent alarm clocks who wanted nothing more then to do it's job well." He babbled with a giggle.
"Who told you that?" I said, startled.
"Your brother. He's in my third period."
"Mikey..." I grumbled. "Just great."

Notes

So, I really threw logic out the window (haha) with this chapter!

But here goes nothing!

Sorry, this is kind of bad, and all over the place.

I have waaay toooo maaany ideas.