Your Limitless World

The artist finished his painting right on time. He closed his eyes, he didn't dare open them, he kept them closed and left the painting to dry. The student closed the window and took his pack of cigs that were sitting on the window sill. He sighed and looked for his messenger bag, which he left on the kitchen counter. He closed the door to his art room and walked to his bathroom.

When he entered the bathroom he looked at himself. His reflection showed something different then what anyone else saw. He saw last nights tears, his very dark circles, he saw an ugly face, he saw the small double chin he had, the stretch marks around his neck and chin but then moved his eyes back to his face. And then he saw the amount of pain he was in just by looking into his own eyes. The artist always looked at the bad whether it'd be his art or himself. But if you think about it, all artists are like that. They'll always look at the imperfections in their perfect art.

The artist left the bathroom and put on a black leather jacket over his paint stained, faded black shirt. He then proceeded to put on a pair of shoes, converse. They too had paint stains but those kinds of things never stopped him. As the artist go ready, his telephone began ringing and the record was coming to an end.

Once the record stopped, the phone's ringing was the only sound and it caught the artist's attention. He tied his shoes in a very unusual way to a normal human being but to him it was very normal. After he laced his shoes he answered the phone.

"Gerard?!" A familiar feminine voice yelled into his ear and made him pull his ear away from the phone.

"Yes?" He answered the voice.

"It's me, Andy." The voice, Andy, told him.

"Okay, and?" He responded in a joking accent.

"Are you going to come to the campus? We're having the freshmen and sophomores coming to see the campus and shit." She explained.

"Yeah, I was just heading out but you called. So if I'm late...blaming it all on you." Gerard said.

"Okay, well then I'm going to go. See you at in art building. Okay?"

"Aright, bye."

"Bye."

The dial tone rang in the artist's ears and then he set the phone down. He walked towards his small kitchen and took the messenger bag that contained his necessary supplies for today. He grabbed his keys and wallet. Then he checked his pockets if he had is cigarette pack, he did. He smiled and then abandoned his apartment.

"Morning Mr. Way." An old lady, the artist's neighbor, greeted him as he went down the steps that led outside.

"Morning Ms. Lynn." He responded smiling.

"Hope you have an amazing day son."

"You too - except without the son - just have an amazing day." Gerard said, stopping in the middle of the stairwell.

"Thank you." The old woman chuckled.

The two neighbors left each other and continued with their normal routine. As the student walked down the somewhat empty streets he was thinking about what to say to the high school kids. If he was in their shoes he'd probably like the people not talk a lot, be truthful about the school, and answer their questions. Don't confuse the fuck out of them.

The artist walked past a cafe, but knowing him, he wouldn't eat until dinner. He won't really. Dinner is like his breakfast, that midnight snack? His lunch. Breakfast is his dinner. Daytime isn't -well meant- for Gerard. That's what he believes, his little brother is convinced to believe him too. Speaking of his little brother, he hadn't seen him in a while. Mikey, he is a junior in high school. Ever since the older brother left, his little brother didn't try to keep in touch with him all that often. Although, they were pretty close. Maybe the little brother needed a break from his older brother. Whatever it was that kept Mikey and Gerard from being close was surely making the artist concentrate. He had thought about why his brother hasn't seen him in two months, usually he comes at least three times a month.

Gerard kept walking, making a few assumptions on where his brother was and why he hasn't come. The artist tried to ignore once major topic, the topic that only existed at 4:00 in morning. It was climbing up his spine, convincing the artist that his little brother must have done something and he wasn't there to help the little one.

"Mr. Way!" A voice interrupted Gerard's thoughts, thank god, he thought. He looked at the professor waving at him, slowing his pace a little.

"Hello professor." The student greeted the professor. In professors' eyes they see the artist as nothing but a student. A student that shouldn't be studying what they're studying but they're doing anyways.

"Are you going to help the English or Art department today?" Asked the professor.

"There are a lot of kids helping the English department, so I was told to help the Art department with a couple of other students."

"Alright," the professor commented, "that's good you're helping the Art department."

"How so?"

"You're an artist," the older man began, "I know you are. You have the hands, also you tend to draw a lot during my class. I don't know if I should take that as a sign to be offended or not. But the drawings are the best I've seen."

The student made an 'o' shape with his mouth and began to speak, "I didn't know what I wanted when I was in high school to be honest. I was too busy with working on getting good grades so I can go to uni but never putting in the time where I can decide what to do." Gerard began to explain, "And then graduation day came and went, I applied to schools that were good and would help me become what I wanted to be but the thing is I didn't know what I wanted to be but yet I did. I wanted to be an artist, and the schools I applied for had art departments. All of them. But yet I study fucking English."

"English isn't so bad kid, you never know. English can be an art. You can make it art. The first poet probably thought about writing something but he was only artistic. So he wrote an artistic poem. Or maybe an artistic person was told to just keep doing art but he had the desire to write. So he wrote a very detailed yet some how short fantasy book. Thus far leaving him as the first creative writer."

"You could be wrong sir but then again that could be what happened. The world's a confusing place." Gerard commented.

"Yes sir. Anyways, here's my stop." The two stopped walking in front of a building that had 'English and Literature Department' engraved on a piece of steel that hung above the entrance doors. The two shook hands and waved goodbye.

The student thought about what his professor had told him, and then thought that maybe studying English isn't all that bad and that he could turn it into some art. He pushed the thought aside once he arrived at his stop, the art department. Which had 'Art Department' engraved and hung above the entrance doors, just like the other departments.

Meanwhile, the teenage boy was sitting in a seat at on a bus alone. He didn't mind though, students never tried to associate themselves with a punk kid like Frank and teachers never wanted to bother Frank. Only two maybe but they knew that they should keep at it a distance. They never knew why but Frank gave off an aura where no one should get any closer to him.

Anyways, the young boy was sitting on the bus, earphones in his ears, and looking out the window. To his surprise he saw the road begin to move. He shot his head up to the front of the bus and noticed that the driver had begun driving. He calmed himself and looked back out the window.

He admired the neighborhood they were roaming through that was near his school. The neighborhood had pastel colored houses and they were all two story, big trees surrounded the neighborhood. They all lined up in between the sidewalk and houses. Wind blew causing the trees branches and trees to sway, causing Frank to smile because of the sudden song that came on was something to dance to.

The bus then took a turn and Frank frowned. They were leaving the nice neighborhood and entering the part of town where you never know if it's really dangerous or if it's safe. The teenager moved his face from the window to look at the front of the bus. It had stopped at a stoplight and the young boy turned his head back to the window.

It took about twenty minutes to get to the university and the moment they all arrived everyone was happy. They were happy that they finally could go to take a piss. The moment everyone got out they were told directions where to go and where the bathrooms were. Almost half of the students on that bus ran towards the restrooms. The rest, including the teenage boy, walked to the 'ball room' where they will be separated into their groups.

For about ten minutes the teachers were tending to the students, getting them into their groups. The young artist started to wonder off into another hall, he remembered he had his carton of cigarettes and he was craving a cig. He left the room right when a few professors walked into the room and a few uni students. Luckily, Frank squeezed right passed them.

The teenage boy walked around the building, looking for a place to smoke. He found a corner that not one could find him, even if they tried. He lit a cig and stood at the spot. He looked at his surroundings, there was nothing. He sighed and took another hit from the cancer stick. He hummed a tune and stood there thinking. He wasn't so sure what he was thinking about, considering they were racing thoughts. He blamed it on his anxiety.

"Can I light one?" A voice interrupted the boy's thoughts. He looked at the person asking for a cig and smirked but he straightened his smile.

Frank took his carton of cigs out of his back pocket and opened it. He pulled on out a little and handed the carton to the stranger. The stranger took the cig sticking out from all the others and lit it up with his own lighter. Frank retracted his arm and put the carton of cigs back in his back pocket. The teen didn't analyze the stranger, he just looked, gave him a cig, and continued to smoke. He usually would analyze someone but he was trying to relax his nerves.

"I didn't think someone would find my spot, especially a punk kinda kid like you." The stranger said, trying to look somewhere other than the the young one.

The stranger stuck the cig's filter in between his lips and looked at the young boy. The teenager looked back, he smirked a little and then his eyes widened at the stranger. The stranger was practically a work of art. He quickly looked away from the pair of hazel eyes. He felt his face heat up, he tried to ignore the heat and finish his cigarette.

"What's your name kid?" Asked the beautiful student whilst exhaling smoke.

The kid didn't respond. He put out his cigarette and left the stranger. The stranger smirked as the boy left. He watched the boy walk away from him, he inhaled again then noticed his cig was almost gone. He exhaled and then took one last drag. Then stepped on the cigarette butt and left his spot.

The hazel eyed student walked down the hallway and towards the doors. Heading towards the Art building. "Gerard!" A voice rung throughout his ears and caused him to look over his shoulders.

His eyes spotted the beautiful, black haired art student, Lindsey, he smiled and waved back. She was leading a group of, guessing, sophomores and freshmen. He continued walking, leaving Lindsey alone with the younger kids.

While he was walking back, he was thinking about the young boy. He looked like a freshmen in college but he could've been a high school kid. The thought made the student cringe. A 21 year old taking interest in a 15 year old, how could he? It was illegal, the age gap was big, and the teenager -like most teenagers - is naive. Lastly, the art student wasn't gay or into the same sex at all. He preferred a woman, someone really beautiful and thinks like him. Sure, the student hasn't found someone like that but he is still looking.

The student continued to walk towards the art building, the scorpion tattooed kid was still inside the student's head. He was quite beautiful, thought the student, well for a boy. Gerard finally reached his destiny. He headed toward the room where he and other students will be talking about the art department towards aspiring artist.

Gerard started to look around the room where they'll be holding their discussion and then he heard Lindsey's voice and a few laughs.

"Mr. Way, this is Mr. Way. Well acquaintances, family, and friends call him Gerard. Mr. Way is used by the professors and people younger and are in high school. Unless you're his brother." Lindsey said as she entered the room, "And that woman over there," She pointed towards one of the art directors and professors, "is Professor Lynn." The professor looked up at her plans and smiled.

The student was still looking at his shoes going over the small plans he had for himself and trying to not think about the kid. Lindsey then came up to Gerard, "You ready?" She asked, looking at him putting a hand on his right bicep.

Gerard looked up and smiled, "Yeah." His thoughts vanished and let Lindsey walk to the front of the room as the student stayed to her right.

Little did the student know was that the exact boy that was on his mind in that moment was in the same room as him. The young punk was feeling a bit of jealousy as he saw the body language Lindsey was showing towards the student and how the beautiful man was looking at her. He quickly shoved the thought of the student away and remembered his assumption, the stranger could be straight. He looked out the window as the beautiful black haired woman explained something unimportant.

Frank pulled his attention back to the woman, she talked about the tuition and classes everyone would be taking. He looked over at the stranger, Mr. Way, and their eyes met. They didn't pull their eyes away, they stayed like that.

"Mr. Way." Lindsey cleared her throat. The eyes looked away and the punk kid looked away as well. "Where's um Bre?"

"Andy? She's coming down the hall, she texted me." The student smiled.

"Alright cool." She responded smiling.

Frank looked at the door, waiting for Andy. It took about two minutes til someone came in. She was short, she had black hair with purple roots, and she wore an ACDC tee with a black button up. The sleeves rolled up to her elbows, she wore a pair of dark gray skinnies, and then a pair of black high top converse. The student smiled at the students and greeted them. She wasn't skinny but she wasn't fat either. She was a size where perfection to Frank laid.

The rest of the talk, the teenager was more interested in the whole thing. It only lasted a few more minutes then Mr. Way spoke up, "So do you kids have any questions?"

The teenager scanned his eyes quickly over the heads of students and saw one of his favorite art kids at his school hands. The uni student called on him by pointing to the young boy and saying 'you'.

"Are you single?" The boy asked.

"Yes I am." The uni student blushed at the student's question and looked over at the two art student girls and they shrugged. "But, um, I'm talking about the art program thing."

"Oh!" A girl raised her hand, the most popular [art] student at Frank's school.

"Yes?" The man asked.

"Are you studying art? If so what kind of artist do you want to be?"

"Um..." Gerard was flustered for a bit and then responded, "I'm not studying art at the moment but I am an artist. I chose to study English and Literature. I'm almost graduating with a masters and that's sort of the reason why people call me Mr. Way." He smiled. "But I do take a few art classes. I'm also getting some sort of bachelors I believe, since I've been doing good with these classes."

The students were silent and Frank had a question but forgot it. He looked down at his converse in disappointment. The room became sort of silent and the English student asked again if anyone had a question. A few teenagers head glanced around the room, Frank was one of them. No one raised their hand and Frank's eyes looked at the people he was sitting with.

"Hey fag artist!" A boy whispered loudly as students who surrounded them turned their heads towards the boy and Frank. The boy repeated himself, throwing a paper ball. Frank rolled his eyes and turned towards the boy. The boy threw a paper in his face and some kids giggled and some chuckled.

The boy closed his eyes and opened them, the other boy was frightened a bit but then asked, "Bet your little ass you think that student is hot, huh?" The so-called "fag artist" kept staring at the boy. He never seen the boy before but he was giving all his undivided attention. The boy repeated himself again.

The fag artist opened his mouth and said, well asked, "Well who doesn't?" He turned away and looked at the students who were talking about something. The students turned away as well and murmured to each other, some were giggling, and others were kept quiet. The teenager was wondering what the big deal was then he remembered that he hadn't said a word to anyone in two years at his school. Fuck me, Frank thought.

Gerard looked down at Frank who looked stressed. The two art students were giving them all instructions and then they left the aspiring artists to do the work they were given. The uni student took a chair next to the student and sat there. The teenager felt an aura he's never felt, he didn't look he just sat.

"You know what you're supposed to do?" The uni student asked in a monotone voice, looking at the front of the room. He dragged his eyes to meet the teenager's. The teenager shook his head. The student began to explain, "You're supposed to draw what is beautiful to you. It can simply be a flower or it can be something really symbolic." He looked back at the front of the room as he explained.

The teenager got out of his seat and grabbed a couple of markers and sat back down. He started to draw three circles, one in the middle having a ring around it. Then he began to put use in the markers. The middle one with the ring was colored with yellow and light orange and green colors. Gerard instantly knew what it was, Saturn. He smiled and watched the teenager intently draw. He drew his focus back to the front of the room and looked at where he was once standing. There was a planet poster. Five minutes passed and the two girls, Lindsey and Andy, stopped everyone. Frank lifted his markers and shoved his art towards the uni student.

"Thanks kid." He said.

His eyes traced the paper. It was him, smoking in space. The space was drawn very beautifully and detailed for it only to be a five minute drawing. The uni student was surprised at how he was drawn, he was drawn as art. A work of art. He was looked as if he were an art piece, a model. It sort of bothered him because he didn't see that. He saw ugly, disgusting, and other synonyms for gross and ugly.

"Does anyone want to share their artwork?" Andy asked, clasping her hands together, looking over the hands that were raised.

The teenager and the uni student sat in silence, listening to the others. Frank was surprised he remembered every detail of the man. He did think that he was a work of art but he didn't know he'd think so easily to remember every detail. As for Gerard, he too was surprised about the detail and everything but he was also surprised. Surprised that a 15 year old, maybe even a 14 year old, could draw so good.

Gerard pushed his thoughts away and just sat in his seat, staring at the art. Not noticing that he was smiling a little. As for Frank, he was ready to go home and sleep. Then start working on his work. He really like the art department here and he was ready to look into it more.

Time came by quickly and the teenagers left and the uni students were left with each other alone. "That was fun." Lindsey commented, smiling.

"Very." Andy said.

Gerard remained quiet and left back to his apartment, still holding his drawing. As he reached the stairs, Andy was yelling for his name. The student knew she'd catch up to him as he lef thte building. He reached the bottom and walked out the doors and lit a cig.

"Can I see the art?" Andy asked, breathing hard.

"Why?" Gerard asked, holding the paper tightly but making sure he didn't crumble it.

"It has to be really good since you're walking our with it in your hands." She caught her breath and held out her hand for the student to hand the drawing to her.

"Okay." He handed her the paper and she took it out of his hand.

"Holy shit Gee, this kid is so good. He drew every detail of you."

"Yeah. Now can I have it back. I want it to be apart of the wall."

Andy gave it back to Gerard and started walking him. They talked about the kid's art but not about the kid. He was intriguing but they didn't want to bring up the subject.

As for Frank, he spent the bus ride ignoring everyone and looking out the bus' window. Then, they reached their school. Only two hours and Frank can go home and sleep.

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PS Gerard doesn't know Frank is 16...yet