All of the Stars

Walking to school every morning was ideal for me. I liked it. I liked fresh air and listening to the birds, hearing the cars rush by while the wind blew in the Jersey air. It was relaxing. It gave my thoughts a break usually. There were times where I anticipated walking to school because I felt like I couldn't get there fast enough. One of those times happened to be the first time I ever saw Frank outside of school.
I was trudging myself down the block of my neighborhood and freezing my ass off. I hadn't really thought about the weather terms that morning, I just guessed that a sweatshirt and some jeans would've protected me from thirty degree weather. I was terribly wrong. I listened to my converse scrape against the almost frozen sidewalk while I watched the tiny frost clouds come from my nostrils due to the cold. Obviously, I was quite startled when a little white Honda Civic pulled up next to me and decided to honk its fucking horn which made me jump off the ground like a scared cat.
I turned around to look at the culprit with a glare on my face as they rolled their window down.
"Are you actually fucking serious-" I began to say but was cut off with a face no other than Frank Iero's staring at me, a cheeky and amused grin on his beautiful face.
"Save the sass Gerard." He laughed with his head stuck out the window, "Get your ass in the car, you nuthead. It's freezing out."
I rolled my eyes at him playfully and happily obliged mostly because he was right, it was cold as balls outside and my thin skinny jeans were doing me no favors.
His car was warm and welcoming, and just as I expected, it smelled like him; coffee and white linen scented fabric softener. I closed the passenger door with a wide smile on his face as he rolled his window up and turned the car radio down with his other hand.
"Joy Division?" I questioned as I buckled in my seatbelt, my messenger bag rested on my lap and he stepped on the gas.
"You bet." He grinned. "Now tell me why the hell your pretty little ass decided to walk to school in cold weather?"
I rolled my eyes again and looked over at the side of his face that was concentrated on the road ahead of us. "I'm not smart at times. And I like snow."
"Hmph. You won't like it when you get hypothermia ." He replied.
"Oh hush."
Frank reached over with his right hand and patted my knee. "Gerard I'm literally just a text away if you need a ride to school. You obviously live close to me if I somehow managed to find you on the side of the road."
"Frank, I wasnt on the side of the road I was on the sidewalk."
"Not my point."
I scoffed. "Yeah yeah fine. I'll text you next time or whatever."
"Good." He sighed. Soon enough we were stopped at a red light and about ten minutes away from the school. He turned his head to face me, his eyes looking bright but somehow sleepy at the same time. It was a look only he could pull off. "As weak as it sounds, I missed you." He said.
"I missed you too, truth be told." I said back. He smiled warmly and raised his hand to my hair and pushed my bangs away from my eyes.
"I swear on god himself, I will do that everyday if I have to. Stop hiding your face, Gee."
"Jesus, you sound like my mom." I joked.
He laughed, flashing his tired little smile. "Well I am old, after all."
"Oh shut up, you are not." I grabbed his hand that was now softly rested on my cheek and lowered it to my lap, lacing our fingers together as the fingertips on my other hand traced around the letters on his knuckles. The light turned green and he put his foot on the gas again with one hand on the wheel.
"Won't this look highly suspicious when we get out of the same car in a school parking lot?" I asked.
"No. I park in the back of the auditorium anyway, no one will see us."
I nodded and continued to rub his hand.
"I like when you do that." He mumbled. I squeezed his hand and smiled to myself. I lifted the sleeve of his flannel up a little and trailed my fingers over his arm lightly.
"Do all of these tattoos have a meaning or story or something?" I asked.
"Yes. I'll tell you about them one day." He replied kindly. I smiled to myself, enjoying the warmth of his hand on mine as Love Will Tear Us Apart quietly blasted from the radio.
We eventually pulled up behind the schools auditorium which was completely secluded and quiet. We sat there for a moment since we had about fifteen minutes before first period bell.
Frank lazily pulled his keys out of the ignition and rolled his head over to stare into my eyes. "You look beautiful today."
I felt my face go ten times hotter, finally becoming aware that I was probably blushing like an idiot. We smiled at each other for about the fifth time until he took my jaw in his palm and rubbed my cheek with his thumb. "Look at you." He cooed. "You're so cute."
"Yeah, right." I huffed.
"What? You're adorable." He objected.
I didn't reply and just leaned in against him, pressing my lips to his and letting my eyes slip closed. That feeling of complete contentness instantly returned. I felt my heart beat out of its chest, my blood boiled in my veins like lava and my hands felt completely clammy. He started to move his lips against mine, barely pushing my limits. But I felt like I wanted more. I needed more. More of him. All of him in anyway I could get in that moment.
I leaned myself over the armrest that separated us and pressed myself into the touch of our lips even more, his hand dragged itself down my arm and back to
my hand as I felt our tiny kisses becoming more rushed. He pulled away from me for a second, staring up into my eyes. "Is this okay?"
I nodded fiercely. His eyes flickered over my face before he let them flutter closed and glued our lips back together, instantly guiding me into moving them a little faster than before, slowly building up the pace. My hand was on his neck now, rubbing over the scorpion that was imprinted there. I felt his tongue poke at my bottom lip and I immediately let him invade my mouth. And fucking hell, it felt so good sitting there, his tongue rubbing against mine, our lips smashed together. I didn't want it to end. It did though when I dragged my hands through his thick brown hair and he slowly slipped his tongue away from mine. He planted a few soft kisses on my lips before pulling away completely and beamed at me. I still held on to his hand tightly as we looked at each other. I felt a piece of my innocence slip away, I wasn't complaining. I was sorta proud of myself.
I cleared my throat. "How was your doctor appointment thing last night?"
He shook his head and looked down at our hands. "Ah, fine I guess. My asthma and stuff is just...bad. Nothing to worry bout though."
"Okay." I murmured.
"It's Friday." He said cheerfully, clearly trying to change the subject.
I let out a deep sigh and played a smirk across my face. "I know. It's great."
"What are you planning on doing this weekend?"
"Well," I laughed bitterly, "Since I have only one friend who's most likely going to be out of town this weekend, I'll probably finish my art homework then sleep to top it all off."
"I mean, if you're really that lonely you could always come over to my place." Frank replied casually.
"And how do I explain that to my mother?"
"Dunno. You're a smart kid, I'm sure you could come up with some kind of believable fib. Tell her you're going to a party or somethin."
"Yeah, sure." I sighed. "What would we even do at your place, if you don't mind my curiosity."
Frank shrugged. "Watch movies. Eat spaghetti. Cuddle. All kinds of cute shit."
"You're nerdy." I mumbled.
"Okay, Mr. 'I'm wearing a Star Wars sweatshirt even though it's fucking twenty degrees out..'" He laughed as he pulled our hands apart and began opening his car door. I copied him, stepping out and shutting the passenger seat door . He waited for me to get out and let me walk to him, grabbing my hand and linking it with his own as we walked to the back door of the auditorium.
He dropped my hand to pull his keys from the pocket of his oversized flannel. "Get to class, dorkface." He told me and swung the door open to let me inside.
I rolled my eyes at him for about the twentieth time and rushed around the backside of the stage to where the main seats were located. I felt like I was on the top of the world when I finally sat down. I was genuinely fucking happy. I felt like yellow paint on the inside.
There was so much uplifting yellow paint in my body that even when Bert McCracken sat down next to me, I wasn't phased. Not one bit. I wasn't phased when he poked my arm repeatedly. I wasn't phased when he talked over Frank while he was in the middle of teaching. I wasn't phased when he tried to flirt with me. Everything was perfect in my world at that moment, I wasn't living inside my head for once. It was so new to me. To be happy with the the real life world and have things actually going my way in order for my feelings to be a top priority. Frank and I weren't even fucking official yet but I could tell he was already taking care of me and making the hugest effort possible to keep my emotions positive.
It may not seem like a big deal to some people, but for me, that meant the fucking world. I had lived the past two years of my teenage life moping around and letting people step on me without even urging themselves to give a shit about how I was feeling. I didn't know anything other than that. Frank was already showing me otherwise.
That was one of the first of many things he opened up my eyes to.
First period ended without much excitement. Frank let us work on our godforsaken projects that he assigned. He was being generous though and moved the due date to the following Friday.
I was distracted. Ray was sitting next to me quietly, scribbling down in his notebook whilst my eyes were glued on Frank. He was sitting cross-legged on the floor, marking test papers from his freshmen class. It was adorable. His hair fell over his eyes, his face was firm in concentration, his lips pursed. That sight would've been a beautiful painting.
Ray caught on to my staring and waved a hand in front of my face. "Christ Gerard, you're staring at him like he's some kind of alien sex-god."
I raised my eyebrows at Ray. "The fuck is an alien sex-god?"
"I don't know. Point is that you're eye-fucking the teacher."
"I'm not eye-fucking him." I snapped."
"Sure you're not, Gee." Ray sighed quietly. He probably thought I didn't hear him and his apparent uncomfortable sarcasm. And when the bell rang, he didn't even look at me. He just stood up, took his bookbag, and didn't even dare say bye to me. That was a first, honestly. He usually always said bye. I didn't him for not saying it though. I was getting defensive.
"So, how do you feel about coming to my place tomorrow?" Frank asked me after everyone else had left.
"I'd love that," I started, "I just don't know what the fuck to tell my mom. She'll probably ask who I'm with or something, ya know? Or maybe she won't. She's weird like that."
"She sounds unique."
"She is." I smiled. "Do you want me to walk there or-"
"You fucking dumb-dumb, of course I don't want you to walk to my house. I'll pick you up, my windows are tinted. You can just run in the car and I'll drive away fast. Simple. Nobody'll know." His stated. His back was leaned against the seat beside mine, his knees pulled up into his chest like a little kid.
"Alright." I whispered. I gently tugged my fingers through a knot in the hair that fell just above his shoulders, earning a smile from him as I did so.
"Okay sweetheart," He breathed, "I've got papers to mark and you have library books to read so kindly get the fuck out of my classroom."
"It's not even a classroom." I argued.
"In my heart, it's a classroom. Now scoot."
I groaned. "I don't wanna leave."
"I'll text you later, hun. We can talk about tomorrow, okay?"
"Fine." I sighed. "Kiss me first."
Frank laughed. "Of course." He kissed my lips sweetly for a few seconds before breaking away and playfully telling me to get out so he could concentrate on doing his job.
"You make me feel like yellow paint." I blurted out as I collected my bag and started to stand up.
He smiled at me. "You make me feel like a C major."
We smiled at each other again.
Frank Iero was making me feel emotions that I didn't know even existed.

Notes

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