Gerard pov.




I look up at the clock anxiously as I wait for the last bell to ring, dismissing me from hell. My classmates talk aimlessly amongst themselves, most likely not even noticing how close the bell is to ringing judging by the fact their things aren't even packed up.
"Come on, come on.." I whisper softly, watching the second hand move frantically in the glass. Suddenly the ear piercing 'Ring' of the bell occurs and all of the students rush to gather their things and spring out of the door in a animal-like manner. High school students really are like animals. I sit back in my chair, planning to wait at least five minutes for the insane students to clear out, leaving the hallways empty for me to get through without all of the effort.

Today wasn't as nearly as good of a day as yesterday, in fact I was pissed off almost the whole day. I don't know why, but I just was for no reason. What can I say though, I guess everyday can't be a great day though. I then remember that I'm going over to Frank's and that automatically brightens my pissy mood. I can almost guarantee that going over to his house will put me in a happier mood.

When five minutes or so passed, I took my binders and fit as many as I could into my tiny backpack, and then zipping it up. Only one binder didn't fit in my backpack. Fuck, that's the worst when only one doesn't fit in. I angrily try to shove in in my backpack, trying to make it fit in. After the fifth attempt of trying to make it fit in, I give up and just decide to hold it instead. I grab my one binder and throw my backpack over my shoulder taking my first step out the doorway. All of a sudden I almost run into someone standing in the doorway and almost drop my binder. I begin to get angry and try to push the anger down. It quickly turns to embarrassment and i can feel my cheeks turn red.
"S-sorry." I say quietly looking down at the floor. When I look up, I see deep, hazel eyes staring back into my rather dull and lifeless ones. I know those eyes anywhere. Its Frank.
"You ready?" He asks, and I nod, my cheeks still red. When he see my still embarrassed check, his expression turns sincere.
"Hey Gerard..sorry I um ran into you and almost made you drop your stuff." He says, looking at the ground.
"Its cool, don't worry." I say, giving him a smile. I follow him out the front door of the school and out to the parking lot.
"Yea, um my car is the black one down there." He says, pointing to the black pickup truck all the way at the far end of the parking lot. "I don't exactly get the best spots." He says, chuckling.
"I can tell." I say, chuckling with him. "At least you're not the only senior on the bus..and the only senior that can't drive." I say, joking, but hoping he doesn't ask any further questions on the topic.
"Wait, you can't drive?" He asks, shocked. Shit, I should've kept my mouth shut. "I thought you just didn't have a car."
"Um..well I just didn't learn."
"Why didn't you learn though?"
"Um..well its kinda a long story.." I say, an uncomfortable feeling in my stomach.
"Its ok, we don't have to talk about it if you don't want to." He says, giving me a small smile. I smile back and we continue walking.

When we finally reach his black pickup truck, my legs are really tired.
"Hop in." he says, and I do. I just need to sit. He sticks the keys in the ignition, and the engine starts.
"Hey, I need to ask you a serious question." He says, his tone lowering. I can feel my hands begin to tremble and anxiety rises in my stomach. What is he going to ask. He leans over and takes something out of the glove compartment while I sit there, waiting for the terrifying thing he's going to tell me.
"Ok..." He says and turns around, holding up a Metallica 'Master Of Puppets' CD.
"Do you like Metallica?" He asks, and my anxiety ceases. Oh.
"I love Metallica!" I say, taking the CD from his hand and admiring the art on the cover. Wow, its so simple, yet so intricate.I look over every line and design on the cover and Frank laughs.
"Good, otherwise I don't know how we would've been friends." He jokes.
"Here." He says, gesturing to the CD player. I take the CD out of the case and pop it in. Automatically, 'Battery' starts playing and I start singing along and head banging to the music that now fills the black pick up truck.
"Wow, you have a good voice." Frank says, impressed. I stop singing.
"Really?" I thought I sucked.
"Yeah, its got a different tone to it, I like it." He says, smiling.
"Well thanks." I say, smiling back.
We both begin to sing along to the music and dance. Its the most fun Ive had in a while.



Finally, Frank pulls up to a two story house with reddish bricks and white siding. Its huge, or at least a hell of a lot bigger than my house is. We're not the richest people, and New Jersey doesn't exactly have the biggest houses, or at least they don't where I live. I feel the small bump of the ground as we pull up the driveway. I grab my backpack and jump out of the pick up truck, walking towards big dark oak door. When we walk inside we pass the kitchen and Frank stops.
"Hungry?" He asks and I nod.
"A little."
He begins raiding the fridge and pantry looking for any type of food that looks halfway decent.
"Ok so would you rather have...almond milk or steel cut oats?" He asks, trying not to burst out laughing as he sees the disgusted expression on my face.
"I'm just kidding, we can always just go out to a restaurant later if you want and get food." He says.
"Yea, that'd probably be best." I say, laughing.
We head upstairs to his room and the first things I notice are the vinyls, posters, and CDs hanging on the walls and littered across the floors. I'd do anything to have a room like this.
"Sorry, its kinda messy." He apologizes.
"You haven't seen my room yet." I laugh.
I look around his room and my eyes yet again land on something. A black Epiphone sitting in the corner of the room. Its beautiful. He notices me eyeing it and walks over to pick it up.
"You play an instrument?" I ask.
"Yea, I love guitar.
He begins to start strumming the strings and I watch his fingers move effortlessly across the fretboard. Its almost inhumane. I stare at his fingers in awe and he laughs. He starts to play a new song and by the first few notes, I know it automatically.
"Basket Case!" I yell and he smiles.
"Man, you know Metallica and Green Day, wow how much better can you get?" He jokes and I smile, my cheeks becoming red.
"You're really good." I tell him when he finishes.
"Thanks, I practice every day and I've been in bands since I was 11." He says, passionately.
"Ive always wanted to be in a band, I would've, but I was stuck in..." I stop myself before I make a big mistake. "Um..when I was stuck with all my school work." I finish, hoping to sound like thats what I meant to say all along.
"You did it again." He states leaning over to look me in the eyes. I look down at the ground, avoiding his gaze.
"Did what?"
"You cut yourself off and said something different than you originally were going to say." He states and I keep looking away from his gaze that seems to be looking harder into my eyes.
"Hey, I don't want to be intrusive, but I do want to help you if something is up. Remember, whatever you say will not ever make me not want to be your friend." He reassures and I look up at him slowly, tears filling my eyes.
"B-but it will." I whisper softly, the first tear falling down my cheek. I hate to cry in front of people, but I feel like its ok with Frank, like he cares about me a lot. Its weird, Ive never felt like that with someone before, but i guess its not like I've had a lot of chances to feel like that with someone either, but still its different.
"I promise it won't." He tells me, his voice soft as he places his hand on my shoulder. The contact calms me and I relax under his touch.
"Can I spend the night this weekend?" I ask.
"Yeah, that'd be awesome!" He says, a little too enthusiastically and I smile.
"Ok, I'll tell you stuff then." I respond, managing to muster up a smile.
"I should probably get going." I say, looking at the time on my phone. Without a warning, Franks arms are around my neck and he's hugging me. My hands are trembling and my stomach is fluttering as I manage to put my arms around his back.
"Bye Gerard." He mumbles in my shoulder.
"Bye Frank." I say, mumbling it in his black mohawk. We finish our embrace and I stand up grabbing my things, and exiting his house. I can't get what just happened off of my mind, and how i felt while it was happening. What was that? Why did I feel like that? Ugh. All I can keep my mind on though is the fact that I'm going to have a sleepover with my best friend. God I love having a friend.

Notes

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