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Maybe God Wanted Me To Be Nothing Special

That was all that mattered.

Gerard and I were always together over the rest of the week. We were pretty close for only knowing each other for a week. I had to spend the weekend with my mom visiting family, so Gerard and I didn’t get to see each other at all. I was quite honestly going crazy without him. I was happy for the first time in my life that it was Monday and I was going to school, it was kind of a weird feeling.

I quickly got a shower and did my makeup. It took me about a minute to pick out an outfit, I settled on a green v-neck t-shirt, black skinny jeans, my black and white pyramid stud belt, a pink cardigan, and my black high top sneekers.

I grabbed my book bag and ran out to my car. And made my way to the school as quickly as I could. I needed to see Gerard.

When I got there Gerard was waiting for me in his usual spot on the ground in front of ‘my’ parking spot. I quickly grabbed my book bag out of the passenger seat, and got out of the car.

“Gee!” I cried as I jumped into his arms, hugging him.

“Dee! I missed you,” he cried as he spun around and set me back down on the ground.

“I missed you too Ger bear.” I smiled and pinched his cheek.

“Awww,” he cooed, “you’re very vibrantly coloured today.”

“Mmhmmm, I felt colourful today,” I shrugged.

“I like it,” he nodded as we entered the school.

“Pssh, you better.”

He laughed, “I like whatever you wear.”

“Good” I nodded as we stopped in front of my homeroom, “well see you in an hour, Gee.”

He smiled as I gave him a quick hug, then made my way into the classroom. I went to my normal seat at the back of the classroom, where Vince still insisted on sitting with me. He was still trying to get with me according to Gerard, who was probably right.

Vince sauntered into the room, in his usual fashion, and came to the back of the room and took the seat next to me.

“Hay Dana, how was your weekend?” he asked happily.

“It was okay, I just visited family,” I shrugged.

It didn’t matter how much he annoyed me, I wasn’t going to be rude and not talk to him.

“That’s good,” he nodded, “Multi Media first right?”

“Yeah,” I nodded.

“Whats the double today?”

“C… I think, I just know I have double art,” I shrugged, “I don’t really go by the letters.”

“Mm, it can get a little confusing,” he nodded in understanding.

Soon the bell rang, the announcements were read and we were off to first period.
Through the entire hour I didn’t listen to a word the teacher said, I was off in Gerard land. Luckily Vince wasn’t trying to talk to me too much, he was busy working on the hand out Mrs. Watkins had given us, while I was busy pretending to do it.

I could have done a back flip when the bell rang that signalled the class change, 2 hours and 45 minutes straight with Gerard in my favourite class, with my favourite teacher.

Vince walked me to the Art room like always. It was kinda nice, but unnecessary all the same. I sat at the back where Gerard was already waiting for me.

“Hay Ger bear,” I smiled happily as I took out my sketch book.

“Hello, Dee. How was Multi media?”

“Fine, I guess,” I shrugged, “how was Human Bio?”

He shrugged, “I wasn’t really paying attention to the work, so it was fine I guess. I just kinda spaced out.”

“Haha, same,” I smiled.

Mr. Sykes whistled getting the attention of the class, “alright the next assignment we’re going to do is… word art. There’s a hand out on all the tables explaining what I want you to try to do in greater detain then what I’m going to tell you. So the just of the assignment is, you’re going to create a picture with words, or lyrics, that describe the feeling of the picture you draw, yes Will only using words, yes Jana you can use what ever colour you want and if you don’t want to use colour don’t. There’s an example of what I want you do to on the board from one of last years students. Now go at it.”

I opened my sketchbook to a blank page, and stared at it trying to think of something to draw.

“Do you know what you’re going to do?” Gerard asked, as he started to lightly outline a picture.

I looked over at him, and then I knew what to do, “as of right now I do.”

“Oh, and what would that be?” he raised an eyebrow.

“You’ll just have to wait and see, now wont you.” I smirked.

He pouted, “Fine then, be that way.”

“I will,” I nodded as I lightly started to make the outline of what was going to be a word portrait of Gerard.

“So,” Gerard started, after a couple minutes of silence, “my mom really wants to meet my new friend, so I was wondering if you’d like to come over for supper tonight?”

“I’d love to,” I grinned, “I’ll call my mom at lunch and ask.”

“Kay,” he smiled and nodded.

We continued to make small talk while we worked. He was surprisingly easy to draw, but difficult at the same time because I wanted to get everything right. Even if I was just going to be filling him all in with words. It needed to be perfect.

We ate lunch together in the art room instead of outside; there was a very little chance that Vince would bother us here, as he seemed to make a habit of every time he saw us. It was a nice change. I finished eating first so I got back to drawing Gerard.

“I have to admit, I’m very curious as to why you’re not showing Mr. Way what you’re drawing,” Mr. Sykes said as he came up behind me and watched as I wrote some more love song lyrics, “I think he’d be very interested in your subject for the picture.”

I snickered, “I’m sure he would be.”

Gerard gave me a fake glare and pouted, “you’re mean.”

“Oh,” Mr. Sykes laughed, “you’ve been told Dana.”

I smiled and shook my head; “you can see it when I’m done.”

“How long will that be?” Gerard asked impatiently.

“Well… right, about,” I wrote the last word, “now.”

I turned the book to Gerard, who looked pleasantly surprised.

“You drew me?”

“Yupp,” I nodded, “do you think its okay?"

“Okay? Try amazing!” he smiled excitedly, “it looks better then I actually do!”

I laughed and mumbled, “That’s impossible.”

“What?” he asked still as happy as ever.

“I didn’t say anything,” I shrugged and put the book back on the table, “so, Sykes, what am I going to do next period?”

“Well,” he said as he came over to our table, “free draw.”

He took my sketchbook and looked at the picture of Gerard, “would you mind if I framed this and put it out on display?”

“You really think its good enough to do that?” I raised an eyebrow sceptically.

“Yes, I wouldn’t have asked if I didn’t, silly,” he smirked and ruffled my hair.

“Then sure, go for it,” I smiled, “are you alright with that?” I asked Gerard; after all it was his picture.

“Of course.” he nodded enthusiastically.

“Good,” Mr. Sykes took my sketchbook up to his desk and started to root through his drawers for something.

I honestly didn’t think it was that good, it was all right. It didn’t do Gerard justice though, but as long as he liked it I guess that was all that mattered.

Comments

Yknow what makes mr sad, this was made while mcr was still a band /.\

ierosistible ierosistible
1/1/14
Very good!
awwwwww :3 I love it!
Maddzzzz Maddzzzz
3/4/13
I love this story. I can't wait for more.
Skyegirl96 Skyegirl96
2/27/13