I hated being in bass but I loved it too. I think I fancy my bass teacher. That's no big deal. I just hadn't realised how I felt about it for a while. He's like 5 years older than me, it's not that bad. He was showing me how to hold the bass. I knew how to hold it. I just wanted him near. I didn't want to tell anyone because I myself wasn't sure. Of course, it was probably obvious by the way I blushed when he laughed at my screwy hand position. Sometimes I stayed behind just to talk to him. We had been talking about this one Facebook page I admin. "Frank Iero is Definatly Hotter Than Justin Bieber".

"You spelled definitely wrong," he laughed with a smirk. Oh gosh oh gosh oh my gosh oh my gosh that smile. Oh Lordy. Whenever he smiled it was like the light hit his lip piercing in the most perfect of ways. I wondered what it felt like to kiss someone with a lip piercing. Gerard Way seemed to enjoy it. Suddenly my arms were reaching up for hug my teacher. Also suddenly I felt like I was in one of those fanfics where the student falls in love with her teacher and suddenly they have sex and she's passing with flying colours, ooh Lordy! I tried to take my arms away but they wouldn't move. They weren't even under my control, it seemed. To make matters worse, Kurt placed his own hands on my waist, sending utter chills up my spine.

OH MY DEAR JESUS.

It was at that exact moment that I knew I had lost complete control over my body and its antics. It was at the exact moment right afterwards that I found myself somewhat lost in Kurt's ice blue eyes, and I felt like I was moving. Now even my whole body though. Just…my…face…

But he wasn't pulling away. No, he was mirroring my own face, leaning in close to me. Omgomgomgomgomgomgomgomgomgo mgomgomgomgomgomgomgomgomgom gomgOMF G. The lips. They were about to touch mine. And I would know the feel of kissing a lip piercing. And I would kiss my teacher omf g.

So you know how some people try and describe the way their first kiss tasted like? I was expecting chicken. Everything tasted like chicken. Except Kurt's lips. His lips were soft, too. They tasted a bit like strawberries, maybe. I couldn't put my finger on it. I just couldn't even comprehend the fact that I was kissing my bass teacher. And the fact that he was pulling my waist closer to him. And the fact that this was real. Normally it's just a daydream. But no. I wasn't daydreaming. I was really tangling my fingers in his reddish brown hair, and he was really holding me close to him.