Frank could think of a million of other fics that he and Gerard could talk about. But what's better than writing about two teens who are in the closet? Two teens who secretly have quickies in the school bathroom during break? It's perfect. Possibly there could have been some fics written like that, but Frank's writing was almost perfection. He could make this idea into a top notch 10/10 rating.

Frank was already bored in his last period. He was tapping his pencil against his desk in rhythm with his shoe underneath the desk. He took in a deep breath, breaking the complete silence of the test-takers.

Who assigns tests on thursdays? His fucking math teacher, Mr. Fitzgerald. Frank could think of a million reasons why he hates Fitzgerald. He always humiliated you if you didn't know the answer to a fucking math problem. It was always a recurring embarrassment for Frank because Fitzgerald always called on him. Frank had a steady D in his class, and the rest of his grades were A's and B's. Frank was more on the creative side than the logical one. A romanticism than a realism. On his tests, he would get a D or F, but always managed to turn in his homework and notes.

Frank stared at his test which was barely shown any work. He doesn't understand half of the questions. Oh well, he might as well fail it.

The school bell rung, sending Frank to toss his backpack on his shoulder and set his test on Fitzgerald's desk. Fitz grabbed Frank's test and hollowed, "Iero, come here."

Frank tightened his jaw before walking back from underneath the doorframe, to Fitz's desk. Fitz scanned his test and asked, "You are aware you're simplifying polynomials, right?"

Frank nodded, "Yes."

Fitz raised a brow, "Well then, are you even trying?"

"I think I'm doing my best." Frank said.

Fitz smirked, "Sure you are."

Frank formed his hand into a fist, "I'm actually suppose to be somewhere. Can we discuss tomorrow?" He asked through anger.

"Sounds good to me." Fitz said, pulling out a red pen and marking a giant F on Frank's paper, "I would say to retake the test, but uh, as long as you turn in your notes tomorrow, you should be able to keep your D." Fitz handed the test back to Frank with the largest grin plastered on his face.

Frank was cursing underneath his breath as he walked down the sidewalk. He felt his anger decrease when he looked at the giant F on his paper. He stopped in his tracks and shoved the test into his backpack, crumpling it along the way. He kept his head low as he read the address Gerard have given him. It wasn't far, actually. Frank could take a bus and get off at the nearest stop.

It didn't take long to reach Gerard's apartment. When Frank went up the steps, he hesitated but knocked softly. There was a brief pause before the door opened, and Frank made eye contact with Gerard. Gerard smiled, "Hey."

Frank's cheeks flustered when he noticed Gerard was wearing a sleeveless shirt, showing some skin, dark skinny jeans, and black converse. He looked fucking amazing. Frank smiled, "Hello." Frank was invited inside, and immediately noticed tons of unopened boxes. Gerard smiled, "I only got to unpack a few things. Hope it's not a bother,"

"No, it's fine." Frank smiled at Gerard, "Where do you wanna chat?"

"My room is unpacked and clean-we can go in there." Gerard grinned as he walked down the small hallway. Frank followed him into a dark room. The walls were covered in posters of old horror movies, there was a queen sized bed and a small desk beside it, a lamp and a tv up against the wall in front of the bed. Frank sat on the bed and noticed a stack of comic books in the corner of the room, "Oh, yeah, you love comic books."

Gerard laughed, "Wow, you really are a fan." He sat next to Frank before reaching on the bed to grab his laptop. He pulled it onto his lap, "So, what's this brilliant idea?"

"Well, I was thinking of a .. well .. a Frerard story."

"Frerard? What's that?" Gerard asked.

Frank's body heated up, "It's-uhm-our ship name. My fans came up with it." He blushed.

Gerard smiled a bit, "Wow." He glanced at Frank, "And what else?"

"The plot in my head is still fuzzy. But I was thinking of Gerard, a 17 year old, is secretly seeing his partner, Frank, a 16 year old. They're in the closet. And it all mainly takes place in the high school they're going to."

Gerard smiled, "Sounds great."

Frank smiled, "Thanks-I brought my laptop. It's in my bag. Let me just-" Frank placed his backpack on his lap before unzipping it. He reached inside and yanked out his laptop. His test got caught in the corner, coming out with it. The paper fell onto Gerard's shoes which he picked up and unraveled, "Hey, you dropped this-" He noticed the large F that was marked on the paper. Frank snatched it from his hands and quickly shoved it inside his bag. He didn't make eye contact with Gerard, "I .. I wish you didn't see that." Frank felt his eyes tear up from embarrassment, "Math .. was never .. a good subject for me."

Gerard looked at Frank before forcing a smile, "No one's perfect, Frank. It's okay to have faults. Don't be embarrassed." He added in, "My worst subject was the one everyone could easily pass-gym class. I can say when I saw the F on my report card, I felt more insecure than I already was." He hesitantly grabbed Frank's hand, making Frank stare up at him. Gerard slowly reeled him in, and gave Frank a sudden hug.

Frank was surprised for a second before allowing Gerard to cradle him into his arms. Gerard dug his face into Frank's shoulder, and endured Frank's scent. Gerard paused and moved away from Frank, "Sorry. I thought you needed it."

Frank smiled, "I-uh-I did, actually."

They spent the rest of the afternoon talking about their idea of the fic like the characters, the plot, etc. Further during their conversation, Gerard was feeling more and more comfortable with Frank-and Frank was feeling the same way about Gerard. Eventually Frank kicked off his shoes and laid out on the bed on his stomach, talking to Gerard who did the same.

They always seemed to get off track, talking about their own interests and what they had in common.

Gerard stared at the teenager and grinned. He noticed the small things about Frank as Frank talked about school. Gerard noticed the lines that creased when Frank smiled, he saw the way his eyes would brighten when Frank talked about something he liked. He noticed how Frank's lips curled when Frank would get upset, talking about how math was making him feel like a failure. Gerard was admiring everything about Frank. To his pierced lip, his teeth, and his tattoos. He couldn't keep his eyes off him and he became speechless when Frank bit his own lower lip, staring into Gerard's eyes.

Gerard looked away, "What time did you say you needed to be home?"

Frank checked the time on his laptop, "I still have two hours."

"Well, if you do," Gerard looked at Frank, "What do you say we go out to eat? It's on me. After, I can drive you home. We deserve it after planning so much."

Frank smiled, "Sounds good to me."

Notes

:) xo