Maybe, you're gonna be the one to save me.

-Gerard's POV-
Mr Green, a man in his early thirties with a hipster-esc beard and round glasses, was talking to me about the school and it's policies and stuff like that. Just a bunch of empty rhetoric about how the school would support me through anything. The rest was just a blur of anxiety and Mr Green talking about how he grooms his beard. I'm not going to say anything because it was a pretty good beard. Just as he was covering how he cleans avocado from it there was a knock on the door. 'Ah. I hope that is Frank,' he said, jumping off of his desk and striding to the door, opening it quickly. The boy walked in the room looking slightly pissed off. His hair covering his eyes and backpack hanging off of his shoulder, his hand coated with ball point drawings and writing. He stood, his vision fixed on me, whilst Mr Green introduced us. He flipped his hair back exposing his tired looking eyes. Bloodshot but green, his pale complexion complemented the cinnamon rings around each iris. I took a moment to wave at him slightly. The corners of his mouth turning up at both ends, forcing a devious smile. Goddamn he was cool. His arm was loosely holding a small black book, which I was presuming was a notebook or something. He seemed like the kind of guy that sat on his windowsill writing about the falling of rain. 'Earth to Frank..' Mr Green laughed, waving his hand in front of Frank's face. I saw the wash of red run down his face. 'S-sorry,' he stuttered as he walked towards me, head down. I giggled slightly, maybe coming to this shit school wasn't as shit as I originally thought. My anxiety lifted slightly thinking about what we could be.

Notes

This is really short I'm sorry