Maybe This Could Work...

The next day, thank you God if you exist, I had art again. Art class made the whole day seem brighter. I walked in to class, with Mr. Way already there and I could feel his eyes follow me as I made my way to my seat. Just before the class started, he came over to me.
“How are you feeling Frankie?” he asked, and my heart skipped a bit when he called me by my nickname.
“I’m okay, thanks” I said with a shy smiled.
“Would you mind staying after class with me today, help me clean up?” he then asked, looking in my eyes.
“Of course” I said, a little too enthusiastically then I’d meant to.
“Okay, then I will see you then” he smiled, then returned to his desk, beginning the lesson. I honestly didn’t really pay attention, because today Mr. Way talked about painting styles. Instead I drew the whole hour, making multiple drawings.
After the last bell rang, I ran straight to Mr. Way’s classroom, apologising to Gina along the way, feeling really bad because on Wednesdays I went to support group with her, but she said that it’s fine. When I entered Mr. Way didn’t notice me, so I cleared my throat announcing my presents. He looked up from his work, immediately when he saw it was me.
“Hey Frank” he said, putting away his papers.
“Hey” I mumbled back, dropping my school bag on one of the clean tables.
“Okay, so what I had in mind for you was that you’d clean the tables and sort the supplies. Sound okay?” he said, leaning back on the edge of his desk. I nodded, then walked to the sink to get the sponges and cleaning supplies. Mr. Way in the mean time grabbed the broom and started swiping away the pieces of cut up paper. We both worked in silence, the only noise that was heard was the swiping sound of the broom, gliding across the floor or the sound of me spraying the cleaner over the tables.
“Frank, may I ask you something?” Mr. Way broke the silence, his look remaining on the floor.
“Sure” I said, finishing cleaning yet another table, being half way done.
“You told me before, you plan to move away by Provider">from home when you turn 18. Where do you plan to live?” he asked, finishing with the swiping.
“I... ammm.. I haven’t really thought about that to be honest” I told him, because I really didn’t see any reason not to tell him. He didn’t say anything after that.
Later I moved on to the sorting of the supplies, while Mr. Way cleaned up the overflow of papers on his desk. As we I was sorting the brushes and the pencils and the rest of the supplies, I noticed Mr. Way leaning over his desk, and my look slipped to his ass. I raised my eyebrow, thinking how hot he looked, bending over the desk like that. I got so distracted by the sight, I didn’t even notice that he had turned around. He cleared his throat, making me look away from his perfect ass and up to his face that had a light pink blush and smirk painted on it. Unlike my face that was red as a lobster. Fuck!
“I... I, amm...” I blurted, not really sure what to say, or how to react even.
“Have you finish with the work?” he casually asked, like he didn’t notice me staring at his ass just a minute ago.
“A-almost” I muttered. He gave me a nod, then returned to cleaning up his papers, but this time he didn’t bend over the desk. Got was I embarrassed that he caught me staring at him and I just hopped he didn’t notice the bulge in my pants. I turned my waist away from Mr. Way visual range, quickly finishing the sorting.
“I’m... Uhm, I’m done” I quietly said when I was finish, my dick still a little hard, but the bulge was slightly less visible. Mr. Way quickly glanced over to my finished work, then smiled in delight.
“Okay, thank you Frankie for the help” he smiled, giving he a pat on my shoulder. As his hand touched my shoulder, I could feel like a wave of electricity run through my body. I was ready to leave when Mr. Way called after me.
“Hey, amm... Frankie?”
“Yeah?” I turned to him. His hands were tucked in his pockets, and there was this look on his face, that I couldn’t really make up, but it was visible that he had something to say.
“Ehh... Never mind, it’s not important” he quickly said, waving his hand in the air, like he wanted to physically push the thought he had away. I opened my mouth, wanting to say something, but we spoke again before I could.
“Thank you again, Frank”
I nodded with something close to a smile, took my bag and left. The whole way home, I thought about what he wanted to say, but didn’t. It seemed he really wanted to say it. Right before I could walk through my front door, my phone started ringing. It was Gina.
“Yes?” I answered.
“Frankie, where are you?” she asked, I could hear she was sobbing.
“I just got home. Gina what’s wrong?”
“Could you come to the hospital?” she cried and I could hear the voices of her foster parents in the back round.
“Oh, my God... are-are you okay?” I whimpered, before started running towards the bus stop.
“Please, just come here” she said, before handing up.
In less than 25 minutes, I was at the hospital, going towards the room they had put Gina in. I gently knocked, walking in to four pairs of eyes staring at me.
“Hello Franklin” greeted me Gina’s ‘mom’ and I could see that she clearly wasn’t happy to see me, neither was Mr. Green. I weakly smiled to them, making my way to Gina, who was lying in bed, with transfusions hooked to her arms and a tub going inside her lung on her side.
“What happened?” I asked, taking her shaky hand.
“Nice to see you too” she mumbled, chuckling just a little bit.
“Water started flowing to my lungs. They got it out just in time” she smiled, looking at the doctor.
“Has... has it spread?” I carefully asked.
“A bit, yeah” she sighed, looking right in to my eyes. I could see that tears were gathering in her eyes, but she still tried to keep a brave face. I just couldn’t believe it... He cancer had spread, which meant that... that her time was running out. I couldn’t imagine my life without her, she’s my best friend for gods sake! I can’t lose her! Without noticing, tears started running down my cheeks.
“Hey, Frank don’t cry. I’m fine, okay?” she tried to comfort me. How ironic was that! She’s the one with the incurable cancer that was spreading over her longs, yet she was the one comforting me.
“I’m still gonna be here to annoy you for some time” she giggled, squeezing my hand. Some time?
“Will you be able to graduate?” I asked, knowing how much she’d want to go to collage. She’s always dreamed of becoming a vet and going to collage would allow her that. She didn’t answer immediately, but then she slowly shook her head with a sad smile on her face.
“Hey, but I’m gonna be here for your birthday, that I promise you Frankie” she smiled. I carefully pulled her in to a hug, feeling her tears, which finally flowed out, soak my hoodie.
“We need to do an MRI” the doctor interrupted out moment. I pulled away from Gina, whipping away the tears. As she was taken down the hall to get her scanned, and I was left there in front of her room and all I could do was wait. And wait. And wait.
I didn’t know how Gina could do this. How she could stay strong after all that she has to go through? How she still had the ability to smile every day, knowing she had only little time left to live? She was amazing in every way, so strong, so bright!
“Frank?”
I looked up to see who was calling me and as soon as I saw who it was, my jaw dropped. What. The. Hell?
“Mr. Way, what are you doing here?” I gasped, trying to maintain a calm face.

Notes

I'm sorry this chapter is short and I'm sorry if it's not good.... I had writers block, but I really wanted to start the next chapter, because Mikey is going to make his appearance and I hope that you'll like how I made him in the story and how the story line will go with him in it :)

And again sorry of this chapter sucks :(

In the mean time, stay Fabulous, xo <3