Take A Good Hard Look

Gerard’s P.O.V

While waiting outside for Frank’s presence, I heard quiet shouting coming from the room in front of me, miss obviously didn’t want to be heard but she wanted to set frank straight. I kind of felt bad for Frank, but even though I know that it was his fault for being late, I still felt bad. The door quickly opened as he stepped out following an apologetic look on his face for being longer than he anticipated.
“Sorry for keeping you, she’s really pissed at me.” He chuckled,
“It’s okay.” I smiled, he returned.
Frank and I got on so well that I didn’t really realise where we were going. Although, it felt like we were talking for a while, keeping eat other company, which made me happy. Luckily, I got to know him better but I still don’t know half my way around the school, shit. Not really caring though because I got to talk to Frank Iero, freaking Frank Iero! The hot boy who wanted to talk to me and no one else. Honestly, I was proud of myself. Though, he probably only sat next to me because of my hair but he hasn’t asked about it all so, why?
“Thanks, Frank.” I said while putting my hand on his shoulder. As I realised what I was doing I immediately took my hand off and awkwardly laughed.
“You’re welcome.” He replied, nervously laughing too.
“Do y’mind if I ask you something?” Biting my lip, feeling nervous about what the answer is to my question.
“Yeah, of course ask away,”
“I just wanted to ask why you sat next to me although there were lots of spare seats? Sorry, don’t worry. You don’t have to te-,” I was cut off by Frank putting his finger on my lips to stop me speaking. My eyes widened as I looked deep into his eyes, which are gorgeous by the way. He took his finger off of my lips as he half and smiled and began to say why.
“Gerard, I sat next to you because…” While blushing, he put his head in his hands. How cute. I smiled at him, impatiently waiting for a reply. Why was this so hard to answer? I felt bad for asking but before I could say anything, he started talking again. Fuck.
“I didn’t sit in the other seats because you looked new so I thought that I’d say hi and you looked lonely.” Mhm.
“Oh, okay.” I shot a reassuring smile at him because he looked like he just accidentally ran over Bambi.
It slowly began to turn awkward. I just had to go and balls everything up, didn’t I? I’m used to messing my friendships up, not on purpose obviously, I just like to be honest. Sometimes it’s not good to be honest, but me being me, I don’t understand and mess everything up. I’m such a shitty person and I don’t even know why Frank is friends with me, yet sat next to me in art. Of course I’m over the moon that the mysterious dark haired boy is my friend, but I don’t understand why he even agreed to it. That’s it, I’ve my daily ‘Gerard you shitty person’ talk with myself. I hope you enjoyed the show.
After grabbing Frank’s arm and pulling him to a stop, he sent a confused look to me. I sighed and began to speak, trying to look apologetic.
“I’m really sorry if I made you feel uncomfortable back there or-“ Damn, is this kid not going to let me finish any sentences? Honestly, I kind of thought it was sweet how he god all defensive about me apologising and saying that I really didn’t need to. What is he trying to do to me?
“It’s fine, honestly. Stop apologising! Even though I think it’s cu- anyway, what is your next lesson?” Hold on. Did I hear that right? Was he going to call me cute before he cut himself off? Hell, he thinks I’m actually cute!
“Uhh, History I think.”
“Same! Wow we have so much in common already.” He said, a bit too enthusiastically if you ask me. I smiled back at him.
We began to momentarily start each other until someone shouted my name, which of course was Mikey because no one had a clue who I was. But I kind of liked it that way, so no one would talk to me ever except from my only friend Frank and my brother Mikey. Jesus, I’m so sad. I turned around to discover that I was very right, although he looked upset. Shit, what had happened now?
“Mikey? Are you okay?” he ran up to us and rubbed his head.
“Yeah, yeah I’m fine. Who’s your friend?” Mikey asked while his eyes drifted to Frank, then turned back to me.
“This is Frank. Frank, Mikey, Mikey, Frank.” Frank grinned at me which is the cutest thing ever making me want to pinch his cheeks like a grandmother would do to her grandson. They both shook each other’s hand (very awkwardly) and we headed off to break. That was a hell of a start to the first day, but I’m glad I met Frank.

Notes

I hope you liked this chapter!
Sorry it took so long to upload even though you probably aren't waiting for it to be updated...:)
It's longer this time yay!
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