Sugar, You'll Be Okay (Frerard)

When Frank was on the brick of self destruction, He was there. He was there in the form of dark black hair and even darker eyeliner outlining his mysterious hazel eyes. He was there in the from of teacher that just understood. Frank didn't know how to describe it but after his art class, after school when idiot kids made fun of him and he just couldn't stand it, He was there. His beautiful hazel eyes appeared in Frank's head as he lifted the razor to his wrist, licking his lips nervously.
Frank's hand shook as he thought about what He would say. He'd be disappointed in him and for some reason, Frank wanted to make this stranger proud. Frank couldn't help but imagine Him wrapping his arms around Frank's small body, pulling him onto his lap and running his fingers through his sort of long hair. Frank couldn't help but imagine being comforted by him, taking in his scent of paints and cologne and just pure sexiness. Frank couldn't help but imagine pressing his chapped and broken lips to His soft and welcoming ones.
Frank wanted to know what he tasted like, but he didn't want to stop at that. Frank wanted to know His weaknesses, his strengths, what he likes and doesn't like, Frank wanted to know everything. He wanted to know His family and friends. Frank wanted Him all to himself and he wanted to be noticed by his teacher. He wanted to be loved and cared for because he's never felt that before. He wanted this stranger to open a new door in his life.
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"Frank!" His teacher scolded lightly and said boy's head snapped up, meeting dark Hazel eyes. They were green today and Frank smiled slightly, yesterday they were blueish grey*.
"Yes?" He asked gently, stirring up straighter.
"Why haven't you started?"
"Started what?" Frank asked, his smirk dropping. Fuck.
Mr. Way took a deep breath, stepping closer to Frank. "While you were daydreaming, I had everyone draw something that represented them. Something that showed their deep feelings and something they wouldn't show anyone else." He instructed firmly.
Frank nodded. "O-oh.Sorry, Mr. Way." He stuttered. 'Sorry, I was just admiring your ass in those tight jeans.'
Frank blushed. He was so close Frank could smell cigarettes and a tint of leather mixed oh so well together with cologne. He probably had a smoke on his lunch break. Frank knew the secrecy all too well and was disappointed when Mr. Way left, leaving small traces of his scent in the air besides Frank where Mr. Way once stood.
Frank sighed, opening his sketch book and taking out a black charcoal pencil, sketching a bridge across the page with light strokes, carefully filling in detail.
"Frank, could I see you after class?" Mr. Way called, not looking up from the papers on his desk as everyone flooded out of the classroom.
"Y-yeah?" Frank's asked, his eyes locked on the floor.
"Well, I'd like to talk about your drawing I saw while walking around the room." Mr. Way sighed, folding his hands together on the desk, nodding towards the unfinished drawing Frank was clutching.
"What about it?" Frank choked out, looking up to meet Mr. Way's burning gaze.
"Well," He held out his hand for Frank's drawing which he handed over reluctantly.
"Is this you?" He pointed to the man that slightly resembled Frank falling - or being pushed- off a bridge while three people who resembled his parents and his non-stop bully, Jack, laughing at him as he fell. At the bottom of the bridge were two people that may have slightly resembled Mikey, Frank's only friend since moving here a few months ago, and Gerard Way, his teacher. Frank nodded and Mr. Way only stared at the page more intensely.
"This is Mikey." Mr. Way stated, pointing at said man holding his arms out to catch Frank at the bottom of the page. "And me?" His hand moved and Frank nodded, tears threatening to spill. He knew he was a freak but he simply followed instructions.
"They pushed you," Mr. Way's hand moved again and Frank just stared at him. "And we're saving you?" Frank nodded again, chewing on his lip ring.
"Oh, Frankie." Gerard said in a hushed whisper. "I-I don't know what to-"
"Don't say anything." Frank shrugged, knowing what Mr. Way was going to say before the sentence left his lips as tears gently dripping from his eyes as he took back his drawing. "It's not done anyway." He murmured, taking the drawing from his teacher and rushing out the door, pushing past Mikey who has his hand raised to knock.
"Frank!" He called, glancing at his brother his eyes narrowed.
"I'll call you later!" Frank yelled back, his voice breaking as he ran away from the brothers. Of course, Frank had no real intention to call his friend. He totally fucked up.
As soon as he got home, he locked himself in his bedroom, erasing Gerard from his drawing. He was stupid. Gerard wouldn't try and save him. Gerard wasn't saving him. Frank was simply his student. Mr. Way didn't care about him. Ugh, why was he so fucking stupid?

Notes

*Gerard's eyes change color depending on what he wears, in this story, like most people with hazel eyes do.
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