Art teachers are better than you think

Gerard's POV:

a few months have passed since that night Frank showed up on my door step. Our relationship has grown since then he doesn't have a reason to come to my room anymore but he does still. He just comes to talk now which I like because I really enjoy his company. He's even more productive in class now. Which doesn't surprise me because he always was, but his work isn't so dark, some pieces are hit not all. They're brighter now but he still manages to hold a great deal of emotion behind it all. He hasn't come today. His music exam is today. They're are having a show after school and I'm very excited to see his work. From the slight pieces I have heard and the small snippet of the lyrics I've seen him right, his music is going to be just as full and bursting at the seams with emotions as his art work.

Lately he has started to trust more and more with pieces of what his home life used to be. Some of it has been horrific to say the least, although he has had some happy memories of his past. Not many, but I'm assuming he is holding on to those good times. And who could blame him really?
He is staying at my house right now, I have a spare room so he sleeps in there, but more often than not he will wake up in the night and sneak into my bed. Usually after a nightmare. He never talks about them, just comes and curls up into me and settles back down. It's fine by me, honestly it is, cos I'm usually up late doing marking so he's the reason I sleep now. He has brought a lot of balance to my life strangely enough. I eat now where as I wouldn't eat a lot before, I sleep more, and my coffee intake isn't so high, not my nicotine for that matter. I'd like to think I've done the same to him, I know he's not smoking pot anymore which is making me happy, and he's not drinking anywhere near as much as he used to. Still smokes like a chimney though. But honestly that doesn't bother me. I shouldn't buy him cigarettes though. Ah well.

~time lapse~


frank is up next, I'm so excited to see him preform. I'm sure it's goin to be magical.

He he walks on like he owns the stage along with a few other people. He walks up to the mic, adjusts it to wear he needs it to be, and he starts to speak with his beautiful New Jersey accent

"we are frankiero and the patience, our first song will remedy" he's confident and sure of himself although he's probably bricking it inside, they all look at each other ready to begin. And there he goes, his voice filling the room with each word that flows out of his mouth. I could listen to him sing all day and never get tired of him.

i had a feeling it would be a raw experience for him. His voice is so pure and the way he has lost himself within his music is just incredible to experience. His set doesn't finish for a little while yet, the songs that follow are called guiltripping, weighted,oceans, she's the prettiest girl at the party and she can prove it with a solid right hook (that's a fall out boy title if ever I've heard one) and joyriding.
I could swear though, that as he was on the stage, his stage, he would scour the room until our eyes met and he would hold our gaze only for a few seconds before he looked away.

When everything is over I stand by my car and wait for him. Typically he is the very last one out, and I'm waiting in the freezing cold for his scrawny ass to get out of school so we can go home when he walks out and towards me and stops. Dead in front of me. His eyes on the floor before fluttering then up to me, he stays still looking at me for a few seconds before he leans in to me and again he stops, his face inches from mine, our noses barely touching, he looks back up into my eyes, before looking back down, then back up, before closing his eyes, and placing a kiss, yes a kiss, to my own lips. I just closed my eyes and rested my hands on his waist, and pulling him closer slightly to me and his hands are on my chest as our kiss becomes a lot less awkward, our lips flowing at a rythm that those who share a deep connection can feel. Until he pulls away from me slowly, then just walks to his side of the car and gets in.

why the fuck did I let that happen?

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