I Don't Have a Crush on a Guy Who Cried at a Teenage Love Story.

I left my school after a draining day filled with tedious classes with even more tedious people. Exhaustion ran through my bones and threatened to knock me out where I stood.

Usually I would power through the crowd with my head bowed, but this was a habit I was trying to kick due to the growing amount of people I’d bumped into, which caused far too many incidents involving awkward apologies on my part and dirty looks on theirs. I raised my head, and I could have sworn my heart skipped a beat.

None other than Frank Iero was stood just a few meters away. I stopped dead in my tracks, and I vaguely acknowledged somebody walking into the back of me and throwing a curse my way, but everything else seemed insignificant as soon as Frank entered my sights. He looked so cool, wearing a white tee under a black jacket, paired with skinny jeans and lace-up boots. The cigarette hanging from his mouth added to this effect. I hadn’t seen him since last weekend, and it was now Friday. I had almost forgot how beautiful he actually was. His gaze met mine and he stood up straight, stubbing the cig against the wall behind him and letting it fall from his fingers.

I continued walking in his direction, and I wanted – no, needed - to speed up my pace in order to reach him faster, but I didn’t want to appear too eager. Gotta look cool, Gerard. Don’t scare him away.

After a century of wading through the obstacle course of my fellow students, I reached the place where he was standing. “Hey,” he said nonchalantly.

“Hey Frank. I didn’t know you went to Belleville High.” I asked, and mentally slapped myself. Obviously he didn’t go here, as he wasn’t wearing the dumb uniform that was mandatory. It consisted of a navy jacket, white shirt, striped tie, and gray pants – hardly the attire I’d hope to be wearing when in Frank’s company.

“I don’t, I’m homeschooled by my Ma. I came in the hopes of running into you.” His eyes were locked onto mine.

I desperately hoped my cheeks didn’t reflect how that made me feel, although I could feel the heat radiating from them. Damn, what was it with me and blushing recently?

“That’s neat,” I commented. God dammit, Gerard, who even says ‘neat’ anymore??? A group of jocks walked by us, and sniggered, most likely because I was gay and talking to another male – that really is enough to make them laugh. Idiots. Frank rolled his eyes, as if expressing my inner thoughts.

“So, you wanna come over to my place?” I asked hopefully.

“Lead the way,” he said, his bright green eyes glinting in a way that I had grown to love, even after seeing it so few times.

Frank and I walked back to my house, which was a ten minute walk away. The whole way back I was praying that both my mother and Mikey wouldn’t be home yet, so I could smuggle him up into my bedroom without him being interrogated.

We were avidly chatting about everything and nothing, when our fingers brushed slightly. I could have sworn I felt an electrical current pass between us, and my heart thumped in my chest. I drew up some courage and reached for his hand, clasping it in my own. It felt just as beautiful as it did on our first date, in the park, and I felt a swelling happiness inside my chest. He shot me a smile.

As we rounded the corner to my street and my house came into view, I let out a groan.
“Is everything okay?” Frank asked. His voice held a concerned tone and the corners of his mouth were turned down.

“My Mom is home. I hope you’re ready for this,” I warned him.

“Relax, I’m great with parents,” he said, and it made me think he’d done this before. Jeez, don’t get possessive, Gerard. You’ve literally been on one date. Chill the fuck out.

We entered my house into the hallway, and I led Frank towards the stairs quietly, as not to alert my Mom.

“Gerard? Is that you?” my Mom called.

“So close, yet so far,” I whispered to Frank as she caught sight of Frank and I.

Frank released my hand and walked over to my Mother, shaking her hand. “It’s nice to meet you, Mrs. Way. I’m a friend of Gerard’s, Frank Iero. I hope it’s alright that I came over.”

“Oh, of course. And call me Donna,” my Mom said, seemingly pleased by how polite Frank was. “Do you boys want anything to eat?” she asked.

“No, we’re good,” I said, and dragged Frank upstairs.

“It was nice meeting you,” Frank said as we departed. He wasn’t kidding about being good with parents.

As we entered my room, I remarked with a smirk, “So Mr. Punk Rock isn’t so badass after all.”

“Whatever. I could still beat your ass in a fight,” he responded, and I laughed.

“Oh yeah? All 5 feet of you?”

“Good things come in small packages,” he shrugged. I shook my head, exasperated.

“Turn around so I can change,” I told him and walked to my dresser. He nodded and began to browse my vinyl collection.

As I took off my dreadful school uniform and replaced it with a Smashing Pumpkins tee and jeans, I heard Frank put a Misfits album on my record player.

I hoped Frank hadn’t peeked at me while I was changing. I despised the layer of fat that covered my body and Frank would probably run in the opposite direction if he saw me shirtless.

I turned around again, and Frank was inches from me. He stood on his toes and placed his smooth hand on my cheek. I closed my eyes and the next few seconds felt like an eternity. Eventually, his soft lips reached mine, and we kissed passionately while Misfits played in the background.

Notes

I'm really excited to start writing this again!!!! I hope you haven't all forgotten abt me