Ray's POV

"FRANK!" I shouted. "Frank come on! Slow down!". I was currently chasing Frank around the school grounds as he had taken my music book, which was the class that I had next. I was panicking because it contained all my sheet music for my exam, I really didn't want him to drop it. Frank was a fast little fucker. I had been chasing him for at least 10 minutes now and I was worn out, but he seemed to have just as much energy as he had when he had started running from me. He always did this. He needed to grow up!

Just as I slowed down and began to give up chasing him, I saw him ahead of me run straight into another guy, and they both tumbled to the floor, books flying from their arms around them. Oh, Frank. He always was clumsy... and this poor guy, whoever he was, had just found that out.

Frank's POV

I carried on running with Ray's book, laughing my head off. He was so slow! He'd never catch me even if I ran half as fast as I was running now. I looked back to see how far away he was from me and as I turned to face forward again, my face smashed straight into the torso of someone else, knocking them over and I fell from the impact too. I heard the sound of us and all the books we were holding hit the floor. Oh god, what if I had hurt them?

"Shit, I'm so so sorry" I said, expecting to be punched by one of the more popular and stronger guys in the school.

"Um, that's ok, it didn't really hurt anyway" said an unfamiliar voice. I looked up to the face of the mystery person. It was a boy, not just a boy, but a beautiful boy. Wait a minute, I wasn't gay? I was starting to question this statement when I took a look at this boy's face. He had long-ish black hair that shone in the light and hung perfectly around his face. His eyes were browny-green and he had a confused but cute look on his face. He was wearing all dark clothes, quite similar to mine actually. He appealed to me instantly.

I realised I had been staring and quickly stood up, reaching out my hand to help him up too. I felt jolts of electricity and butterflies course through me as he touched my hand, whoever he was, I had never seen anyone like him and I knew he was special. Maybe fate had made us crash into eachother.. I just knew that I had to know his name and more about him.

"I really am sorry" I said. "I was kinda running... and well, I am a bit clumsy I guess. It was totally my fault"

"It's fine" He said, with a smile. The way his mouth curved when he smiled was so inviting. Stop staring at him! my conscience said. While I was staring he leant down and picked the books, and then handed Ray's and my own to me. "Thankyou, sorry I should've picked them up for you, considering that I practically just tackled you to the floor" I said.

He blushed and giggled a little, such a beautiful sound. "No really, it's ok, my name is Gerard by the way" He smiled again. Gerard, I thought. He was perfect.

"Frank" I replied, smiling back. I was starting to feel a bit nervous talking to him now. "So.. er.. I haven't seen you here before" I said.

"Yeah, today is my first day" Gerard said. "Me and my brother Mikey just moved here a week ago". He pointed to a boy a bit behind him. I hadn't even seen him there before, but it was a bit hard to see anything else when such a gorgeous person was right infront of me. I also noticed that Ray was now standing at my side too. Mikey walked over and smiled. "Hey" He said. "Hi" I replied, he seemed quite nice too, and I could sort of see the resemblence between him and Gerard.

"I'm Ray. So, do you guys want to sit with us?" Ray asked. "Yeah sure" Mikey said and Gerard nodded too. We all went and found a bench to sit at and talked for the whole of lunch.

Gerard's POV

Best first day of school... EVER! So I admit that the first three lessons at that school weren't the best... I got funny looks (no doubt for the way that I dressed), but luckily no one approached me. The lessons were boring, and I was so tired from unpacking everything when we moved into our new house. At the end of third I checked my timetable, next I had art (YAY!), and then after it was lunch. I walked to the art room using my school map that the office gave me. Unfortunately, for the first time today, Mikey was not in the same class as me. Which meant I had no one. There was no seating plan so I sat on my own in the corner of the room, and barely anyone noticed me the whole time. While doing my work, I started looking at the people in the room for possible friends. There was a guy in a baseball jacket talking with a few others that seemed ok... until I saw him launch a paintbrush which hit some little kid in the face and he ran off crying. So.. not gonna be friends with him then! I thought. I gasped as I heard someone quite close to me that I hadn't even heard come over. I don't think the guy even saw me though, he was looking in some drawers for something.

He was gorgeous. He had black hair like mine but shorter, was wearing black ripped jeans and a top with a band on it that I had never heard of, and it looked as if his eyes were a deep brown. He had two piercings from what I could see, one ring in his lip, and one in his eyebrow. It was hot. In his pocket was an electric red ipod. That's why he hadn't heard me gasp. He had headphones in, and I could hear the music blasting out of them quite loudly. Something heavy. He smiled as he found what he was looking for and pulled a craft knife out of the drawer, walking back to his work across the room. He smiled as he was working, it was the most beautiful smile I had ever seen. I had known that I was gay for a couple of years now, but I had never been out with anyone. I was now 13 and had never had a boyfriend, or even a girlfriend. I would gladly say yes if this boy were to ask me out though, but I doubt he was even gay. A few girls were whispering and making eyes at him but he was clearly oblivious to it, focusing only on his art. He reminded me of myself in a way, as art was a very important part of my life.

The bell rang and everyone started leaving the classroom, as a guy with an afro ran in the door and shook the boy to pull him out of his concentration. He pulled the headphones from his ears, looking at the other guy. "Dude! It's lunch, lets go! I need to go over my work, I have a music exam last and you said you'd help me!" The guy with the afro said.

"Yeah, ok hang on I'll just put this stuff away" said the first boy, and then they both left. WOW, he was attractive.

I met Mikey at the lunch area and we walked around for a while trying to find somewhere to sit. It seemed all the benches were taken. Mikey carried on looking for one but I was distracted, I had heard shouting and two figures running, and I realised too late that it was the boy I had seen in art just before and his friend, but he was headed straight for me! I had extremely late reactions and tried to jump out of the way but we collided, both falling to the floor. I looked over to him, hoping he was ok more than myself.

"Shit! I'm so so sorry" he said, almost cowering away from me. Why was he doing that?

"Um, that's ok, it didn't really hurt anyway" I lied. I could feel pain from my left elbow and I was sure it was bleeding. He stared for a moment as if unsure if I was lying or not, and then stood and reached his hand out to help me up. I could feel myself blushing as I took his hand, I felt sick with a mixture of happiness and anxiety, as I wasn't the most socially capable person in the world.

"I really am sorry" he said. "I was kinda running... and well, I am a bit clumsy I guess. It was totally my fault". I found it so cute how he was muttering, but it didn't make sense. Someone obviously so confident in who they are (and so very hot!) surely wasn't the shy type. But he seemed to be.

"It's fine" I said. I smiled shyly too to assure him that I was ok. I crouched down and picked up all of the books from the floor, seperating mine from his and handing them to him. "Thankyou, sorry I should've picked them up for you, considering that I practically just tackled you to the floor" he said. I smiled and giggled a little, instantly stopping when I realised what I did. That was SO not cool, I thought.

I really wanted to keep talking to him so I introduced him to Mikey who was still standing behind me waiting. His friend with the afro introduced himself as Ray, and we told them that we had just moved here a week ago. They offered to let us sit with them and we agreed and spoke to them all lunch, but I had a really hard time taking my eyes off of Frank. Occasionally I would look away and then turn back to see him looking at me, and then we'd both look away again. I could feel myself blush every single time, but I wasn't sure if he was doing the same. We told them about how we had moved here from New Jersey (I kept out the bit about us basically being forced to move away because I was being bullied so badly), and that we were worried about fitting in here.

"No problem" Frank said. "We'll be your friends!". He showed a cheeky smile. It was really cute and made my heart flutter. I was almost hypnotised by it so much, that Mikey broke the silence and replied. "We'd love to!" He said, enthusiastically.

And that was the day that the four of us became best friends, the day that I met Frank and fell in love. Well, I wasn't sure that I was in love as I had only known him for a matter of hours, but for the next few years, it had become clear. I was hopelessly and desperately in love with Frank Iero. And I still, years later, had no idea if he felt the same.