Title: UNTITLED
Reason for that stupid title?: MCR did it. The GazettE did it. So why not.
Summary: Frank Iero has always been so used to blending in. But when he meets Gerard Way things change dramatically. But things might not end well for Frankie…
Pairing: Frerard (Teenage. Revenge era appearences.)
Rating: T-M. I'll put it under M.
Disclaimer: I don't own Gee and Frankie.
Okay guys! I decided to write one of these. So here it is. I'm sorry if it sucks.
Tora xxx
I was never one for trying to be noticed. Even since I was little, I've always tried to blend into the background. I don't really suppose there's a reason for it. I'm not shy exactly, I have no problems talking to people, I just prefer not to. My parents always say I should try to make some friends and stop being so withdrawn. And I keep telling them that I don't need any friends. When people have friends, they tend to miss so much. Too caught up in socialisation that they forget to take note of what's been happening around them. With no distractions, I can see every little detail of every movement anyone makes.
For example. From my seat on a window ledge at the back of the caff, I can perfectly see Eric Cole and his girlfriend Kaylee Phillips. A bit of kissing and flirting going on. Ya know, the sort of sappy thing that makes people gag, me included. But I could see beyond just the actions. He was twisting a piece of her hair between the fingers of his left hand but his right hand rest on his own thigh. Looked pretty normal but the obsessive way he tapped his thumb and kept taking frantic glances to the side told me he needed – no, wanted – to be somewhere else. With someone else. That someone being, judging by the way they stared longingly at him from a few tables away, Rachel Anderson.
Yes, I could tell all that from one analytic glance. It had taken a lot of practice, but with the amount of time I have on my hands, why not.
My study of the cafeteria continued for another 20 minutes or so. People were starting to clear out having finished their lunch and gotten bored of sitting around. There was only around 7 people left. I recognised most of them but there was one person I wasn't sure I'd seen before.
His hair was black and messy, falling just to his shoulders. He was pale like me and wore the same sort of stuff as me too, namely black jeans, a band tee and converse.
I didn't realise originally but he was staring at me and had most likely been staring at me the whole time I was sitting here. I didn't have much of a problem with it, after all I wasn't really one to complain. But it did feel weird being noticed. Not being a part of the backdrop.
He smiled and I realised I had been staring at him too. Flushing red I turned my face away from him and stared down at the notebook sitting on my lap. I hadn't actually wrote much but I decided to look back over what I wrote. Anything to try and avoid this guy's gaze.
Due to the lack of content, flicking through the notebook took up no more than 2 minutes and so I had to pretend to be writing something until the guy either left or stopped staring at me.
And bloody Hell did it take a long time for that to happen. The remainder of lunch to be more precise. The bell was the only thing that made him move and even then he didn't seem to be too keen on removing his eyes from me.
Form time came and went, me blending in again just as before. I only had one class left till I got to go home and be in the sanctuary my parents like to call the attic.
I had become really interested in the stuff up there lately. The only reason I went up there was to get myself a DVD player, but what I found in the dust covered boxes entertained me to an extent I didn't even think was possible from stuff so old.
Then I started getting the idea of moving my room up there. It was spacious and could probably provide more of a living area than my current room.
Caught up in my thoughts I had completely ignored the majority of my English lesson. Therefore when Miss Miller called upon me to answer one of her trivial and not very well worded questions I had no idea what to say. I began stuttering when the start of my fail of an answer was cut off by a violent coughing fit from next to me. I turned to find the guy from the cafeteria literally coughing up a lung. Miss Miller immediately started fussing over him, asking if he was okay whilst I sat there no quite sure what to do.
However, a small bit of paper being pushed against my hand caught my attention and I looked down to see his pale fingers passing it to me. Scanning what it said I smiled slightly. This guy, who I honestly didn't even know, was coughing to death just so I didn't get an answer wrong.
Noticing I had read the paper he slowed down to a softer cough before stopping completely. The whole thing had distracted Miss Miller from waiting for my answer but now that it was over she asked me again. This time though I was prepared. I said the answer that was written on the paper and Miss Miller thanked me, as teachers do.
I wanted to ask the guy his name but the lesson was over all too soon and he had left the class before I even had time to gather my words.
Tomorrow, I would ask him. I would step out from blending in with the shadows and actually talk to someone. I didn't want to be too ambitious but he could be my first friend at this school. Hell, my first friend in general.
How was it? Not too bad I hope.
If you wanna read frerard fiction that doesn't completely suck then check out schizophrenicclown, scarred, peace love and frerard, mindfreak_iero and cannibalglow on FF. Also check out Caitlinterrykilljoy on dA for amazing mcr fics.
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Tora xxx