Save me from this hospital bed

Gerard's P.O.V I sat on Mr Harper's desk as he addressed the class. "Hopefully Gerard will agree to sing for us?" He said, looking at me. Damn. I was hoping to avoid this. The class were joining in. "Please, Gerard." "Sing for us, Gerard." "Just one, Gerard." I looked at Frank. He grinned. "Sing for us, please, Gerard." He called. Cheers, Frank. I sighed. "Okay, okay." I agreed. "But only one and only if I get two guitarists up there too." Mr Harper smiled. "We have several." He pointed out. "All guitarists stand up." Frank stood up along with five others. "Take your pick." Mr Harper said. I stood up and looked around. "You with the curly black hair." I said, pointing to a boy infront of Kellin. "Billie Joe Armstrong." Mr Harper pointed out as the kid smiled. I bit my bottom lip as I looked around. I saw Frank nodding his head. So he doesn't want to perform with me then? Tough. I pointed to him. "The dark haired kid at the back." I smiled. "Frank Iero." Mr Harper offered. We all headed for the small stage. "I hate you." Frank whined. "No you don't." I laughed. I stood infront of the microphone. " Okay. This song is called Millions." I nodded to Billie and Frank. "Arrrr Arrr. You twist my arm, I’m twisting fate. You’ll leave alone, or crazy great. Or break into a million pieces, all your reasons. Lets live alone, And out of state. Lets make up everything and wake up breathing. Don’t give a damn about the wreck you leave in. You can use my friends, but that depends- On what they're for, And while we’re laying on the floor. My mouth is sore, I’m keeping score. A million reasons but I need a million more. You believe in love, I believe in faith. They’ll believe in anything, you make up villains. A trillion legions of the damned and William, It was really me, It was really you. There was really nothing I could do. Until then, Let's use our magic powers with the children. You don’t understand, we don’t hold hands. Come catch me, run. Cuz I’m not having any fun. I think you’re sore. I think I’m done. A million reasons. Can I be your number one? Yeah, yeah. Can I be your number one? Yeah, yeah." The class started cheering. I turned to Billie and Frank. "You guys are amazing." I stated. "You should totally start a band." Billie grinned. "I'm already in one with my friends, Tré and Mike." I smiled. "Cool. What are you called?" "Green Day." "Wrote any songs yet?" "Yeah." Billie said, smiling wider. "American Idiot and 21 Guns." "I'd like to hear them some day. Would that be okay?" Billie was practically buzzing. "Really?" I laughed. "Definitely. If the band's as good as your playing, I don't want to miss out." "O...Okay." Billie said. "We usually play in my garage." "I'll get the address later. I'll bring a friend of mine. He's a manager. He might end up taking you on." Billie's face lit up. "Really?" I smiled. "Really." He practically ran to his seat as I turned to Frank. "I could really use you in my band." I stated. Frank frowned. "But you have Ian and Mike." He said. I shook my head. "No. I mean a different band my friend, Ray Toro and I wanted to start." I explained. "It'll have my brother in it too. He actually named it. He got the idea from a book. It's to be called My Chemical Romance. Ray's lead guitar, Mikey's bass, we have a drummer called Bob Bryar and then you. Rhythm guitar." "But you can play guitar." Frank said. "I'm not that good. Besides, I don't like to play while I sing. I prefer the freedom." When he didn't answer, I sighed. "You don't have to decide now. But I leave next week. So you can let me know what you decide before then." The rest of the lesson went well. Different students performed. Kellin actually had a good voice. So did Billie. A few guitarists stood out too. But they weren't half as good as Frank and Billie. A drummer called Alex Shelnut stood out, too. He said he was in a band called A Day To Remember. Another one to check out. Some of the girls were good too. Like a girl called Hayley Williams. She was a great singer. But she hadn't started her band yet. Then there was a girl called Amy Lee. She was in a band called Evanescence. Another one to check out. I'm actually looking forward to it. Before I left, I sat with Frank at the back. My reason was so I could observe the rest of the lesson. "Truth is, Frankie." I whispered. "I know your not eighteen yet. But I really want to fuck you. I have to keep stopping myself from jumping your bones. The interview yesterday was bad. They made me feel like a child abuser. Till Brian put them straight." I sighed. "I'm scared to be around you. Incase I forget your age and just...." I broke off. "I want that too." Frank whispered back. "I understand why your wanting to wait. I respect your reasons." I sighed with relief. "Thank you." I kept my eyes on Mr Harper as he explained lyric writing. "Did you see the interview?" I asked. "Not yet." Frank sighed. "I recorded it to watch tonight." "Can I take you out later?" I asked, suddenly. "Like for pizza or something?" "Err...Yeah. Sure. What time?" "Bout seven?" "Mr Way." Mr Harper called. I looked forward. Shit. Busted. "I see you never change." He grinned. "I always did have to tell you off for talking during lesson." I grinned. "Sorry, sir." I muttered. He laughed. "Your lucky I can't give you detentions anymore." "I know, sir." I laughed. The whole class was in hysterics. I stole a glance at Frank as Mr Harper calmed the class down. Frank was grinning like the Cheshire cat. Cheers, Frankie.

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Over to my partner in crime and fellow killjoy. Have fun. Love as always. xxx