Gerard's POV
To skip, or not to skip, that is the question. English yesterday was a total bore, Shakespeare's okay but I don't think that knowing Hamlet of by heart is going to help me when I'm an artist. At least I have art next, that's one lesson that I might have some chance of happiness in. But after art I have music and I can't play anything to save my life! Mikey is amazing at bass and he tried to teach me how to play it last year but I really sucked. Thanks but I think I'll just stick with my pencils and paints. I kind of like singing but I have huge stage fright so no-one's ever heard me sing. I think I've always been afraid of performing in front of people, I just think that they're going to laugh at me so I freak out. When I was in elementary school I had to sing in front of my class and I got so scared that I fell of the stage and almost broke my wrist. Now I stay as far away from stages and audiences as I possibly can.
After a dragging English lesson and an art lesson that seemed to finish in a flash, I'm heading to find somewhere to hide out during music. As I struggle to find somewhere to go I notice Frank slip into one of the janitors closets, he's obviously skipping too. Since that's the first unnoticeable place I've seen I decide to ask Frank if I can stay with him for that lesson. I knock on the door before whispering "Frank". He opens the door slightly before poking his head out, I smile as his greenish-hazel eyes look up at me. He silently motions for me to come in and he opens the door just enough for me to slide in. I didn't realise how small this closet was but now I'm inside it's really cramped... not that I mind being forced close to Frank.
"Second day and already skipping, tut tut Mr Way" Frank pretend tells me off. "Well I have music..." I begin to explain before noticing Frank's shocked expression. "You're kidding right?! Music is pretty much the only class I go to most days, except for when we do chemistry experiments" he tells me. "So do you play anything" I ask, realising how little I actually know about Frank. He then goes on to tell me about his guitars, which are all named. I can tell by the look in his eyes that he's passionate about music, real music not the shitty stuff that everyone else listens to. Before I know what's happening I have silenced him with my lips against his.
