Sometimes, They Aren't Always Bad.

A black Chevy Nova was parked in the parking lot. I had seen it when Ray and I had drove it but I didn't have time to really look at it. It was black, of course. The seats inside were black as well but it suited the car. The whole look around this thing is badass.

"Is this your dad's car or something?" I asked gently rolling my hand over the hood. It was smooth and clean just like I thought it would be. Who in their right mind would not take care of a car like this.

"Nope! All mine. I worked my ass off all summer last year to pay for her. It was so worth it." He said going around to the drivers side. The car was unlocked but, I wasn't ready to go in just yet. I still wanted to marvel at the beauty of this car. I had given it one more look over before grabbing the silver handle on the passenger side.

Gerard was already waiting for me inside the car, sitting on the firm black leather seat. The smell of the car wasn't new or anything but it was still amazing. It smelt like... Gerard. Cigarettes and paint. The smell was comforting when it reached my nose, even though it shouldn't have been. Maybe I was just in so much awe of the car that the smell of it didn't bother me as much as it should have.

"Seatbelt." Gerard said before starting up the car.

'Seriously? He cares about me wearing a seatbelt?' I thought to myself while pulling the buckle across my lap, clicking it into it's place at the other side of the leather seat. Gerard had put his on as soon as he got into the car. 'Maybe he just didn't want to get pulled over.' I thought again.

"So, what classes do you have with Bert?" Gerard asked as he pulled out of the school parking lot. He wasn't like most teens who hang loose and drive with one hand on the bottom of the wheel. He had both hands on at 2 and 10 on the wheel. His seat was pulled up so he could maintain posture as he drove. Most teens would slouch and not care. But Gerard obviously cared.

"History as far as I know." I said looking at Gerard drive.

"Why didn't you move seats?" Gerard asked after a few minutes of silence.

"What?" I asked tilting my head.

"You know, when he was pulling your hair and such. Why didn't you switch seats." Gerard said turning down an unfamiliar road. My house- Or Ray's house was just up ahead. Gerard had turned into the nicer area of where we lived. The houses were big but not like mansion big. Most of them were white or a nice cream color but, there was the eventual odd ball that was yellow or even blue.

"Oh, all his other friends were there to cut me off. Like if I were to move another person would be tormenting me." I explained looking at the big houses with wide eyes. I haven't lived in a house like this since I was young and my parents were still alive. But, My dad got downgraded in his job and we had to pack up and move to a smaller house across town.

"Maybe you should just skip that class and come hang out with me. I'll get your homework and such but I don't think you should go to that class anymore." Gerard said giving me a quick side glance before looking back at the road.

"Why?" I asked testing Gerard. I was maybe pushing my limits but I really did want answers. What's so special about me?

"I really do care about you Frankie, and I don't want to see you getting hurt." He said pulling in the driveway of a gray house. The shutters were a dark plum while the rest of the house was a dark gray.

"Really?" I asked tilting my head towards him as he shut off the car.

"Yes, Frankie." He said opening his door. I sat there for a few seconds contemplating his words. There really wasn't any lie or anything thing I had to decipher from his words. He simply said that he cared about me. The concept was strange to me but I pulled the silver handle and let the door pop open. Gerard was by the hood of the car waiting for me.

"Alright." I said meeting him by the hood.

"Hm?" He asked me slowly walking up the driveway. I followed close behind him not wanting ti look weird because I wasn't following him.

"I won't go to that class anymore. I suck at it anyway." I said watching as he flipped his keys around, searching for his house key.

"Okay. I always hang in the library so it'll be fun," He said inserting the key into it's slot turning and pushing the door open. "Mom I'm home!" He yelled shutting the door behind me. The house was nice. It had dark wooden floor and white carpets to contrast against it. The walls were a cream color and there were family pictures all over the walls that just pulled it together.

"How was school dear?" His mom asked from somewhere in the house. Gerard had dropped his bag and was pulling off his converse while I stood there, clutching the shoulder strap for my bag. I looked like a madman.

"You can get your shoes by mine if you want," Gerard said picking his bag back up. I toed off my shoes and glanced at my black socks. I remember looking at them this morning thinking I'm not gay because Ray tried to get me out of bed. But, what I thought now as I stared at them, was completely different. "It was good. I brought a friend." Gerard said moving to somewhere in the house.

"Oh! Will he be staying for dinner?" She asked casually. Dinner. It could be me! I swallowed the thought down as we made our way into the kitchen. It had nice dark colored granite countertops and black appliances. Why was I not surprised to see black. I liked it though it was very 'Gerard'

"Are you Frankie?" Gerard asked going over to the fridge, pulling out an apple. It was nice and red which I think is why Gerard had picked it.

"I-if you'll have me." I said, my awkward stutter coming out. I saw Gerard smile before taking a bite of his apple, juice rolling down his chin. He reached up and wiped away his mouth with the back of his hand after he took the apple away. To me, the sight was very sexual even if he hadn't meant it to be. I'm way too confused for my own good.

"You're cute the cutest little thing! We're having pasta, and don't forget to pick up Mikey, Gerard. I'm Donna by the way!" She said stirring something in a big bowl.

"I'm Frank, nice to meet you." I said with a big smile on my face.

"Alright you boys run along." She said shooing Gerard and me out of the kitchen. His mom was very... Normal. She was very kind and she didn't have the "I'm going to suck you dry later" look either. But then again, neither did Gerard.

"Your mom is very nice." I said following Gerard up the beige stairs. I'm guessing we're going to his room because where else would we go?

"Isn't she? Sometimes she can be a bit too nice but, I love her." Gerard said opening the door at the end of the hall. His bedroom was freaking huge. His walls were maroon and his bed spread was black. The thing that stood out most of all was all the paintings on the walls. They were beautiful. Some were nature, some were of people with blood all over them, and some were just nonsense but it was beautiful nonetheless.

"Wow." I said looking around the room in awe. It was literally like walking into a museum, but minus the stupid "meaningful" painting. These were truly works of art. They looked like they expressed his feeling somehow. Especially the ones with the blood. But they all looked so sad. Couples were crying covered in blood or crying blood. They had a very eerie feel to them but, I liked it.

"You can sit wherever you want," He said dropping his bag at the end of the bed. He sat on his bed and it bounced a little under the sudden weight and if I was honest. It looked super comfy. I opted to sit on the floor since I didn't know my boundaries here yet... Yet. I liked it. Even though he said i could sit anywhere I wanted. "Alright you've lost the right to choose. Get up here." He said scooting over on the bed.

"On your bed?" I asked shyly. I got up without hesitation though. Almost like I wanted to go. And I really did. I stood in place stretching my forearm, another nervous habit. I made sure it wasn't the tattooed one or I would be pretty upset.

"No, on the ceiling," Gerard replied sarcastically. "Yes on the bed!" He exclaimed giggling. I chuckled along with him and sat on his bouncy bed. The springs creaked and groaned under the weight of us both and mentally cringing at the sound. If he had sex up here his parents would definetly know... Unless he had it on the floor.

'Focus, Frank!' I yelled in my head as I thought about dirty things. Where they came from, I have no idea but they were there.

"So, why don't you pull up your history homework. You asked for help?" Gerard asked folding his legs under him. I stayed with my feet planted on the floor in case I needed to make a run for it. I felt stupid asking Gerard for help on such an easy subject but i sucked at it, and I wasn't taking an F in this class again. I pulled up my bag and began to dig through it finding it right behind the drawing that Gerard did for me. It still amazed me every time I looked at it.

"Yeah, I'm pretty stupid when it comes to this class." I said pulling out my book as well.

"It's okay. I hate history too." He said flipping a page open, beginning to read to himself. He was helping me with my history homework. We were sitting on his bed, in his house, while his mom made dinner. And it was completely... Normal

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