A Chemically Weird Romance

A wise man once said, "If you adore art to it's depths so much why don't you become the canvas you consistently paint on?" As much as I'd love to be a canvas of my own, I simply cannot. Needles are my worst fear and to have that pounding against my flesh is horrifying. For the love of art, not as horrifying. Art is spiritual, it's something—
"Wake up, Gerard."
"What time is it?" I ask groggily.
"6:50"
"Damn it, I'm going to be late!"
I push towards my dresser and get my necessities; boxers, socks, towl, etc. I turn to my left and see Mikey pulling out all things unicorn from his dresser. I laugh, "Oh, Mikey!" He looks at me and laughs.
7:15 Crap. Crap. Crap. After the whole incident with Frank four or five months back he and I became the best of friends. Pulling pranks on the teacher, fighting with students, and doing all kinds of shit. Frank has also somehow managed to help me with my Trypanophobia (fear of needles) by giving me the courage to actually touch a needle. Yea, I know, it's not much but for me it is. The next step would be a piercing or a tattoo (I can have the piercing temporary if I want) and then face it from there.
"Gerard!" Frank sings my name.
"Yes?" I say smiling.
"I need you to do me a big favor." He says with this weird pouty face.
"What is it?"
"Those boys are calling me short!" He says pointing.
"Oh, honey, that's only because you are."
"Well, that didn't help one bit."
"I know when someone is actually being rude to you. I don't know why you want me to randomly go up to them and talk shit for nothing and get myself into big trouble for, may I repeat, nothing.
"Ugh, fine, but you owe me."
"Sure," I say walking to my class. I then realize that today is one of those "extra class days" with the confused look Frank has been giving me.
"Uh, sorry, I forgot." I say laughing.
"I'm going to destroya later." He says, face turning red.
"Stop it, Frank." I say rolling my eyes.
"Wanna hear a joke?" He asks.
"Sure." I say but on the inside I already know this joke is going to be way too fucking dumb.
"Why aren't bananas ever lonely?"
"Because they come in bunches." I say sighing in disappointment.
"Frank, even that was shitty for you." It stayed quiet for a minute till I saw it. I saw into the depths of his eyes as if suddenly something had been taken off that revealed him. That revealed the true him. I looked deep into those sparkling eyes till Frank suddenly broke the peaceful but deadly silence. "Gerard," he said sighing.
"What? What is it?" I ask concerned, I hope he isn't sick of some sort or he needs to leave for some odd reason.
"Gerard, these months have been the best months of my life and I really couldn't ask for a more better friend than you."
"You're saying?"
"Gerard, I happen to like you more than a friend."
"A bestfriend?" I say shaky, I've always liked Frank but I didn't think it would come this soon.
"No."
"No?"
"Gerard, I like you."
And in that moment, that milisecond, that minute, that hour, that day, that year, that week, that month, that room, that spot. Everything changed, for the better? Hell if I know. For the worst? I'm beginning to see that if I take this route that's what it may become.

I THINK I TOOK THIS TOO FAST BUT EH I WANTED SOME FRERARD MOMENTS ALREADY! XD SORRY ABOUT WRITING SUCH SHORT CHAPTERS :(

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