FRANK

Nothing good ever comes out of a rushed morning. Of this, I promise you.

The day started with my alarm clock not working, leading to a whole fifteen minutes of time to get ready. I didn’t have time to shower and most of my clothes were in the washing machine, so I threw on a Misfits shirt that didn’t fit that well, ran a brush through my hair, and ate my toast on the run to school.

Maybe I could’ve asked my mother to drive me, but she doesn’t give a shit about my well-being, and probably never will. Therefore, I went myself. Usually I listen to music or something, but of course today had to be the day to forget my headphones, so the rushed journey did nothing but spike up my anxiety.

‘What if I’m late? I’m going to be late. I’m going to walk into class late and everyone’s gonna stare at me, and I’ll do something stupid on my way to my desk, and…”

Thoughts like these continued into the classroom, and for the time being, I was so caught up in my worries that I forgot the whole I-have-to-sit-next-to-Gerard-fucking-Way-in-science-class situation.

That is, until he was on top of me.

I wasn’t able to register the fact that I was falling until I had already fallen. I closed my eyes to brace for impact, and when I opened them, I was staring right into the greenish eyes of Gerard. I could not believe this.

“Get the fuck off me,” I said, trying my best to keep calm.

“What?” he said, as if he didn’t hear me. God. Keeping my cool was getting harder.

“I said get. The fuck. Off of me, Way,” I said again. I was getting ready to push him off me when he finally moved and scrambled for his seat.

The class was staring and Mr. Hatcher looked amused. I was practically shaking with rage. Deep breaths, you’ll calm down later, I was telling myself. I was so mad I could hardly function. I didn’t pay attention to the lesson that morning, only looking up when he said our names. The period ended and Gerard practically ran out the door, so quick he seemed to have left something behind. I took a closer look.

A sketchbook.

*****

The rest of the day was spent in a daze. I was trying to figure out why exactly I was so mad. After all, it was just an unfortunate misplace of feet. No, it wasn’t where his body landed that bothered me (though that still rather sucked).

It was where his lips landed.

Now, I’m almost positive that it didn’t happen. It was probably just his hand or his chin or something. I was certain that Gerard Way did not kiss me, be it that it may an accidental kiss. I wouldn’t believe it, and I wasn’t going to. No. No no no no no no no. No.

Also, that boy bolted out of the classroom so quick afterwards I had no time to berate him on the common courtesy of “hey, asshat, try to watch where you’re walking next time”, so maybe he was embarrassed. In which case, good, let him be embarrassed. I would just have to talk to him about it tomorrow.

*****

I walked into school the next day a bit early, which is saying something for me and my screwed up sleep schedule. Well, that and my reputation of always being late. I earned a weird glance from that Ray guy, who I’m pretty sure is dating Gerard’s younger brother.

“Hey, uh, Ray, isn’t it?”

“Uh, yeah. Why?”

“I was wondering if you knew where Gerard is.”

“Dude. I thought you hated that guy,” he responded.

“Yeah, I do,” I said.

“Okay, so if you hate him, why are you getting all buddy-buddy with him now?”

Buddy-buddy? What the hell? I was thinking, but instead I said “Just because I want to know where the guy is doesn’t mean I’m getting all… ‘buddy-buddy’.” I shivered internally at the use of that ridiculous phrase. “For all you know, I could be going to beat him up.”

Ray looked amused. “Okay, number one, I doubt you could beat him up, you’re too short, and number two, why would I give away his location if I knew you were gonna beat him up?”

I rolled my eyes. “I am not that short,” I muttered. “And okay, I’m not going to beat him up. I want to talk to him about something that happened yesterday.”

“Oh, you mean the kiss? Yeah, I doubt he’d want to discuss that.”

I froze. So it was true.

“Uh. Well. Um. I mean, I’m not really sure if- I mean,” I tried to say, but Ray cut me off with laughter and motioned towards the cafeteria.

“In there,” he said, and I nodded and practically ran away.

It wasn’t hard to find him from there. The stupid button-down shirt and his dumb hair. God. What a hipster.

“Hey. You,” I said, tapping him on the shoulder.

Gerard spun around. “Ew. What are you doing here?” he asked.

“I know. I hate it as much as you do. I just need to talk to you about something.”

“Could this not have waited for science class?” he asked, obviously very far out of his comfort zone.

“No, because we have a project to work on.”

“Oh yeah. I forgot about the project. Whatever. What do you want? Tell me so you can leave.”

“Um.”

By this point, lecturing Gerard on how to properly walk seemed useless. I didn’t know what I was doing or why I was here. I just knew that Gerard knocked me over yesterday and his hair looked really nice.

It was falling over his eyes a bit, and his shirt brought out the green, and he was-

Wait. No.

“Uhh..” I tried again. “Just, uhm, maybe watch where you step next time. And, uh, try to. Um. I don’t know. Shit, I’m sorry. I’ll leave now.”

I turned around and left, trying to hide my blushing. No ridicule, I was thinking, what is this? Was he smiling? He didn’t look mad. This is spooky.

“Hey, uh, wait up,” I heard from behind me. Oh great. Now he’s gonna start making fun of me.

“What?” I said, a bit too forceful for my own good.

“Um. Did you happen to find a sketchbook the other day?” Gerard asked.

Oh crap. I had forgotten about his sketchbook that I picked up.

“Um, yeah. I saw it. Why?”
“Because, well. It’s mine. And it’s pretty important.”

Oh. This sparked something inside of me, and all of a sudden I was over his nice hair and his very attractive shirt and face and completely ready to start the hate war back up again.

“Oh, well, I didn’t grab it. I just saw it. You left it behind on the table after you ran out of there. Y’know, after you fell on top of me.”

Gerard looked a bit nervous. “Oh no,” I heard him mutter under his breath. “Okay, whatever. Real helpful, Iero.”

“My goal,” I responded with a smirk.

Gerard rolled his eyes. “Just leave,” he said.

“Don’t have to tell me twice.”

I turned and left the cafeteria, only to be forced back with him come science class. His sketchbook was burning a hole through my backpack. I had no idea how I was planning on getting through the next period.

Notes

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