School Was Never This Interesting...

“So where exactly are we going again?” Gerard asked once they were (what he assumed) was only a few blocks away from the club; but then again he honestly didn’t know. The streets in this part of the city were all shady, short, and oddly angled. Narrow pathways and alleyways you’d need at least two dozen torches to light. And if that wasn’t bad enough, the crescent moon was doing odd things to the lighting. And Gerard couldn’t help but think this was possibly the way Coraline felt when she was going through that fantastical hallway, or Alice down the rabbit’s hole. It felt like they’d been walking for close to ten minutes and the blocks weren’t very long, which gave the illusion that they couldn’t have walked very far at all.
And yet... when he looked around he didn’t really recognize their surroundings at all. And the familiar vibrations of faint thumping and idle chatter, drunken college kids and the local music scene seemed to be lost in the concrete labyrinth. Which had to mean they were quite were a bit away, right? Honestly he decided to just give up and stop thinking about it in too much depth, so Gerard stopped focusing on it and just let Frank guide him. He hadn’t really spoken much up until that point, not wanting to disturb Frank, who seemed in some weird trance of thought, slight frown, lip bit and focusing on something, like he was remembering a dream he had three years ago. Searching for something along the shadows of the city’s pavement. Gerard had chosen now instead any other moment because, well, he figured it was as good a time as any. Frank had come to a halt on the corner of fourth and Freemont , a small (adorable) triumphant smirk on his face. His hands were shoved in his pockets and his hair (which had been matted down and crazed by sound and sweat earlier that night) was now windswept and gave him an authentic, just went for a swim and then woke up from bed. It looked incredibly soft but that was more or less and illusion, there was enough gel in there to cut someone's hand.
“So…” Frank began, replying to Gerard’s question after about three minutes,” In case you haven’t noticed this part of town is kind of like a maze? I guess, what with all the weird ass turns and shit. And uh- okay, so you know how earlier I told you about this park that’s a few blocks away from the club; the one across the street from the comic bookstore?” When Gerard nodded, he continued. “Uhm, okay so I was gonna take you there…. But then ya know, there’s this other park kind of thing that I used to hang out at sometimes, I haven’t been here In like eight months, so I got a little... lost. But I found it and I…. Just. Come here.” He sighed as opposed to finished rambling and grabbing Gerard’s hand. They walked along the thin, cracked-like-an-old-china-doll sidewalk and crossed the street before turning the corner and BAM!
It was a reasonably small park, with bright green benches lining the small pathways and short green grass. The air here was different, intense and sweet. It made Gerard feel kind of light headed, but he couldn’t really focus on that. There was a … was that a…? Yes oh god, wow. How... appropriately morbid, Gerard thought. The playground seemed as though it’d been great once. Fairly large silver plastic and black metal stemmed from the ground and seemed to connect together in that way that made everything seem like it was being summoned from hellfire. . someone had adorned the structure so that is was now embraced by blue and green Christmas lights. Because of the rain earlier the night was reasonably foggy , so the whole place was so heavily misted over you couldn't see more than a few feet in front of yourself, making the scene more enchanting.
“Holy Fuck…” Gerard commented.
“Fucking can’t be holy,” Frank snorted to his left.
“Shut up,” Gerard replied, pushing frank’s arm playfully. “But this is… wow.”
“I know right?! It burned down like, fifty year ago. and like, I wanna tell you all about how the city wanted to tear it down and rebuild a newer, better, shiny looking playground.. I’d be lying through my teeth. honestly. they didn't care. they stopped the fire from spreading through and then left this here like a fucking prize. I mean at one point there was police tape or something, but someone either moved it, or the weather fucked it over… I used to come over here all time. It’s wierd, kinda peaceful..”
Gerard looked over and briefly saw the expression reminiscent joy on Frank's face. Seriously, he looked fucking ecstatic.
“So anyway! Here we are!” He said sitting down on one of the nearby benches.
“Why didn’t you just take me to the park near the comic bookstore?” Gerard asked and then his froze," Not to say, I mean, uh, this is amazing I'm totally in awes and like grateful that you brought me here and everything i swear. I was just uhm, curious.
Frank shrugged,” it’s usually crowded, even at this time of night…and after what- well i know you don't like big crowds”
“Aw, so thoughtful” Gerard grinned and rolled his eyes.
Frank narrowed his eyes, a small smile pulling at the ends of his mouth,” Shut up.”Gerard smiled and laughed.
Somehow companionable silence stretched on till it became heated conversations about star wars; whether The Empire Strikes Back was better than Return of the Jedi, whether frank was taller than Yoda etc… the sexual frustration forgotten for a moment. everything forgotten in that moment.. they were just two guys in mutual nerd-like(although neither would say). The 17 year old social tombstone and Frank. they never did get around to that kiss…
~~~ “So, class as you can see,” Frank drawled lazily, eyes set on the ceiling fan, body swaying back and forth in is fuzzy green office chair with wheels, a piece of chalk in one hand and a yo-yo in the other,” Moriarty was a bit of a prick.”
When the class gave a collective chuckle, Frank-- Mr. Iero’s head shot up( or down…?) and he fixed his gaze on his smirking,, captivated students, namely a certain greasy haired artist sitting in Lilith. There was this excited glint in his eyes as he spoke.” But that’ s just it, isn’t it guys? He was a prick, total asshole, but was he really? Ugh, I’m not making any sense am i…? If you really think about it… Moriarty was like, suffering from intelligence. he wasn’t insane, although there’s often a razor thin line between the two… no, no he was basking in the intelligence . he was Sherlock’s other half…. even if you ship Johnlock you cannot deny that.” He paused for dramatic effect,” Moriarty was sheer genius, too smart to do anything ordinary geniuses do, so he set out and challenged the only person who could possibly even hope to defeat him. He was ludicrous, yes. but he wasn’t mad… he just enjoyed mad things.”
He stopped talking and everyone started writing down stuff he’d told them to do in their notebooks. He glanced over to find Gerard with a pencil between his teeth and frown lines mapping the way from his eyes down to his mouth. then he started writing and he just… got so completely entranced and focused… Mr. Iero couldn't help but ...distract him.
“Gerard!” He said excitedly despite the fact that the entire class could hear him, it was so quiet. Gerard looked up from his notebook, a blushing steadily making it’s way onto his cheeks.
“ Hmm?” He said looking up curious as to why fr-- Mr. Iero was yelling his name in a quiet, working classroom.
“ See me after class, please?” Frank said, eyebrows raised.
“ Uhm…” Gerard said a tad uncertainly,” Am i in trouble?” Just to be on the safe side. There were a few chuckles and snickers from classmates but Gerard choose to ignore those.
Frank raised an eyebrow “ Probably not.”
“ Okay then, “ Gerard shrugged and continued, all the while sending Frank uncertain and curious glances. Frank, of course as he’d expected switched between staring intently at him and pretending to pay attention to something interesting on his laptop about a second before the bell rung, conveniently enough. He spun around in his chair lazily, eyes once again on the ceiling. As everyone hopped, jumped and leisurely strolled out of his class room, Gerard gathering his things, playing as though he was trying to give his teacher the slip.
“ Ah, ah, ah.” Frank turned his gaze on him.” I'll see you now, Mr. Way.” He said with a light of amusement in his eyes, emphasizing the 'Mr. Way'. And at first glance that was all that was noticeable about his eyes(besides the breathtaking color and the way they always made him look as though he were smiling). But there was something else there. It was as though right then, with the way the light was bouncing off his irises... they looked darker than usual. Black almost, but still the usual light hazel color and it gave Gerard shivers and made him want to swan dive out of the window for on impulse. Just to get away. Every molecule in his body was not only screaming, but backhanding his nervous system.
“Uh, right… what about?” Gerard asked, prouder than strictly appropriate that his voice hadn't cracked.
“I dunno,” said frank, shrugging his shoulders,” What's up?”
“Dude, seriously? I have got other classes, ya know.” Gerard plopped his bag down on the floor in front of Frank's unnecessarily large desk,” I can’t be late all the time.” He sounded exasperated, albeit he was kind of smiling.
"Sure you can. With a little bit of persuasion," said the short ass deviously. Crossing his hands together and putting all his weight on his desk, smiling like he had a secret , and raising an eyebrow. Gerard’s breath momentarily caught in his throat.
Sobered, he said, “ That’s a little forward, don’t ya think Frank?”
Cocking his head to the side. Frank gasped in mock hurt,” Oh, Hun! Barely. If you think that’s forward you must not know me well enough yet.” He was leaning into Gerard’s personal bubble now. “ Gee, I can be way, way more forward than that.” And somehow, fuck knows, Frank's gotten a firm grip on Gerard by his thin black tie, with his student's face inches away from his own; It was both ways threatening and slightly arousing. A wolfish grin splayed itself across Frank's lips and he leaned back into his chair to type something on his computer.
“ I’m telling Stumpy to tell Mr. Toro you won't be in today.” He said nonchalantly with a dismissive wave of his hand.
“uh, why?” Gerard says smartly.
Frank rolls his eyes,” Because I'm bored and you’re fun to talk to.”
There was a small silence, and then Gerard narrowed his eyes," How do you even know Patrick?"
Frank, evidently wanted to know how Gerard knew Patrick, what with being so preoccupied with Art all the time. It isn't’ until later that day, walking home with Mikey, that he stops dead in his tracks, veins cold and eyes wide.
“Gerard, you okay?” He asked, clearly put off by his brothers expression. Gerard just moves his feet slowly, one at a time in the direction of the house and waves Mikey off, all the while thinking to himself. …” He called me’ Gee’....”

Notes

HEEELLLLOOOOOO Guys I am so sorry that it's taken me so long to update, I've been working on my book and band and getting yelled at by my mom ( It's a teenaged tragedy, I know) But I am officially arisen from the dead thanks to some curious kids and an ancient Bring-Lazy-Writers-Back-To-Life guide xD. I will definitely update soon. I promise and once again I'm so extremely sorry you've had to wait so long!