franks p.o.v

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A light appears out of the darkness. A loud thud echos in my head. I squint my eyes as I try to focus, blinded by the light. Footsteps are heard getting quieter and quieter. My eyes adjust to my surroundings and everything is clear as my brain kicks in. its Thursday morning. My door is swung wide open and the light from the hall is pouring into my dark room. I let out a groggy groan and sit up.

"FRANK!" I sigh to the oh-so familiar shouting.

"get up now!" I drag myself out of bed so that I don't anger the voice anymore. 'time for another day of shitness' I thought to myself as I got dressed into the usual, black skinnies, a band shirt of some sort and a black hoody. I dossed in my room and tried to sound busy until I heard footsteps coming up the stairs and into the room across the landing. That was my que to make my way down stairs now, avoiding my mother. My step dad was already at work. Thank god. I drank my coffee, grabbed my bag and slipped out the door.

The walk to school was probably going to be my most enjoyable part of today. Until of course the school comes into view and then your mood automatically drops and I'm back to feeling pretty low. At the school gates I'm greeted by my best friend Ellen. My only friend, Ellen. As it goes everyday she asks me how I am and then double checks, gives me a hug and we walk to our first lesson.

Finally last lesson was here. So far the day had took its painful time and I'm glad its almost over, although there's not much to look forward to when I get home. But at least I have art now, some time to myself to enjoy in peace. As always I felt a sense of calmness when I walked into the art room. It was dimly lit and the walls where decorated with every kind of art there was. On the wall next to my seat was a small collection of art that really caught my eye. Every lesson I would sit and stare into the depths of the pieces and try to figure out the many riddles and emotions hidden within the work. It was mostly dark and what others would label 'emo' but to me it was beautiful. i hadn't noticed before but the author was named quite small under one of the paintings. 'Gerard Way' the name rang a bell. But I couldn't think of the face.

I was snapped out of my thoughts by my name being called out in the register.

"Frank Iero?" Mrs Magnull chirped

"yes miss" I replied in monotone. Although she was one of my favourite teachers.

I was just about to let my mind take me into more subconscious thoughts when I heard a name that hit me with sudden realization.

"Gerard Way?" the creater of the breath taking art upon the wall? And from the other corner at the back of the room came an unfamiliar husky voice.

" yes miss" why hadn't I noticed him before? I sat for a while thinking and studying his features. He had black greasy hair that brushed onto his shoulders, his face looked narrow and pale and from what I could see he looked relatively skinny. He was wearing black skinnies with a rip in one knee and a misfits hoody with converse. My heart went wild when I realized we were both wearing the same jeans with a rip in one knee. The only difference was mine had a chain on them. I felt myself burn up and blush. Just then a ball of paper collided with my head and this made me burn up even more because someone must have noticed me practically drooling and blushing over this guy I didn't even know. Emphasis on the guy. Bound to make people stare..

"Fags found a boyfriend!" shouted one of the tall and ugly looking jocks. The class erupted into laughter and gossip.

"he's not my fucking boyfriend!" my face was burning and I new everyone could see. More chuckles from the front of the class. I couldn't bring myself to look in his direction. Great.. another person who will forever see me as a fag or that creepy loner who perved on me..

"Iero!, the corridor. Now please." the teachers face looked angry, but I had a feeling it wasn't at me.

There was an eruption off ooo's coming from the jocks trying to impress the slutty girls at the front.

I could still hear the class talking about how disgusting I am and making fun of my sexuality as I walked out the door. Miss following closely behind. I leaned against the wall looking down trying to mask the tears of anger forming in my eyes.

"I'm sorry frank, are you okay?"

I nodded slightly, I really wasn't in the mood to talk and there was also the fear of my voice breaking mid way through a sentence.

"i wish I could do something about this I really do. But it seems that this whole school is just full of people who cant get there heads around equality" there was a long, awkward pause and I shuffled my feet.

" does this happen often?" she sounded concerned.

"pretty much, everyday." I glanced at her face that was full of worry and I couldn't control the tears now. They ran down my cheeks like they had been waiting for so long. I quickly wiped them away with my sleeved and sniffled. She sighed.

"I'll get your things and you can go into the classroom next door for the rest of the lesson if you like, I will have a word with the boys too."

I forced a small smile. "thanks miss" I walked into the other room and took at seat at the back again. Then the door opened and I looked up expecting to see my art teacher but instead stood Gerard awkwardly in the door way, holding my bag and my book and pencils. Considering this would be the first time we met, it made it all the more awkward. He cleared his throat.

"urm.. your things.." he held up my stuff and walked over to me. I stood up to take my things. He gave a nod and was about to walk out.

"hey, umm. Look I'm really sorry about that. You must think I'm a freak right now. But just to let you no I wasn't like gawping at you or anything..." I trailed off.

"no, its fine honestly they're just dicks who want some street cred. Are you staying in here all lesson?"

" yeah"

"ah, need company?" the corners of his lips twitched up slightly. My heart pounded wildly for a few seconds. After all that, he wants to spend time with me. He took a seat next to me and I felt his eyes on the side of my head.

" I haven't saw you around.."

"yeah, I tend to keep to myself, I know all the good hiding places in this shit hole" I smiled slightly.

He let out a low chuckle. And extended his arm.

" so I'm Gerard Way, nice to meet you frank" we both smiled and shook hands. I like this guy. I think I could actually have made a friend.

"oh hey, I saw your art up on the wall! Your really good." he chuckled again. For some reason I loved the sound of it. Made me feel all warm.

"thanks, I noticed you looking at it a few times" I could see a faint trace of pink in his cheeks, but as quickly as I saw it, it disappeared. We spent the rest of the hour talking about the things we have in common, which was surprisingly a lot. We discussed our love for comic books, coffee and rock and metal bands. From the short hour since we had first met, I seemed to get a pretty good impression of him. He wasn't like any others guys iv come across. He's not boisterous and loud and annoying. He doesn't judge, he seems kind and he's really down to earth. To be honest I found it quite cute how he seemed quiet and slightly shy yet sophisticated. The bell rang loudly indicating the end of school and snapping me out of my thoughts.