Dream Boy

Frank's POV-

I walked to the kitchen, seeing my mom making dinner for us.

''Hey mom, umm someone is coming over, I'm going to help him with his homework....'' I said, softly.

She looked up from her cooking, ''That's fine, sweetie. I'm glad you have a friend.''

I nodded, thanking her, before hurrying up to my room, and looking out the window, waiting to see him.

I heard a knock on my bedroom door, and then it opened, revealing Gerard, with a bunch of books in his hands.

''Hi. Your mom just told me to walk right in... hopefully that was ok?'' He said, hesitantly.

I nodded, ''Yeah, that's fine. Come sit, and show me what you have to do.''

He walked over and sat next to me on my bed, setting his books next to us.

''I'll help you with math first.'' He said, and I nodded, taking out my math book, opening it to the right page, and handing it to him.

''Ah, algebra, huh? This is easy stuff, you just gotta remove the brackets and then....''

He continued, but I wasn't really listening to him, I was admiring his beauty.

He glanced up at me mid-explaining and I took a chance, and without thinking I gently placed my hand over his.

His hand jerked away a bit, from shock, but then quickly put it back.

He smiled at me and I smiled back.

He kinda shook his head a little, pulling his hand away, and shifting, ''So, uhh I'll show you what I need help with now...''

I nodded, trying not to look disappointed that he pulled away.

He handed me his workbook, and I scanned the task sheet, ''So it's about World War 1? Well, I did an assignment similar to this last year, I'll get it out and show you...'' I said, rummaging through various drawers, looking for my English book from last year.

We continued the homework for a while until he said, ''So, why did you move here?''

I blinked, ''What do you mean?''

He turned to look at me, ''I mean, nobody moves here, it's such a small town... why would you move over here?''

I shrugged, ''My dad got a good job over here...''

He nodded, before suddenly sighing, ''I don't know how anyone can like school...''

I shrug, ''Better than staying at home...''

He nods, ''Well, you could come camping with me and the guys one time, it's real fun, y'know? That could get you out for a couple of days, if you wanted.''

That sounds like fun, but I don't think dad will let me...

But, none the less I nod anyway, ''Thanks, that'd be cool, one time.''

He nodded and smiled, before standing up, ''Well, I better go, it's getting pretty late, and we've got school tomorrow...''

I nod, standing up to and watching him leave.

I watch, eagerly out the window, only just seeing his bright red hair bobbing up and down in sync with his walking, in the darkness of the night, back to his house.

I wonder if that hand-helding meant anything to him?.... Knowing my luck, probably not.

Notes

eh idk if dis was good but thanks for reading.