As I began my walk home, I put in my earbuds and blasted Green Day, ignoring the fact that I was probably going to have mild hearing damage.
Here comes the rain again
Falling from the stars
Drenched in my pain again
Becoming who we are
As my memory rests
But never forgets what I lost
Wake me up when September ends
I paid attention to the lyrics and hummed along. As usual, I felt myself hit the concrete, only this time, my phone went flying out of my hand. I watched it skid across pavement and picked myself up, shooting a glare at Kellin. Of course, Frank picked up my phone and glanced at the screen before handing it to me. "You've got a good taste in music. I love Green Day." He said, also glaring at Kellin. "Oh, th-thanks. I do too." I muttered and began to continue my way home to avoid embarrassing myself even more. "Where do you think you're going?" I heard Kellin yell, so I sped up a bit. "He's going home, that's where. What's your problem?" I heard Frank counter, so I put my earbuds back in and basically ran home.
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I stared blankly at my ceiling. There's no way I'm gay. I'm like 75% sure that I'm straight. Then again, I had never even thought about having a girlfriend, I never felt anything for a girl before. But this one guy makes me blush even by thinking about him. He's probably straight, anyway. I got up and walked into the hallway. I reached Mikey's door and knocked, and he opened the door within seconds. "Hey, Gerard. Er… You know that it's like 2 am, right?" He said tiredly. I nodded, and Mikey opened the door wider, beckoning me to come in. "What's bothering you at this time?" I opened my mouth to speak, but before I could answer, I just started crying. I've had enough. There's so much going on that I can't even put it into words. "Gerard, please tell me! You know I never know what to do." I took a few deep breaths and sat down on his bed, and he sat next to me. "I… I think I have a crush on someone but I can't tell and I don't think people would approve and you'll probably hate me and-" I couldn't stop rambling, so Mikey cut me off. "Who is it? You can tell me anything, I promise I won't hate you." I just shook my head. He's lying. "It… No, you won't like me anymore." I tried, but looked away.
"Gerard. Who is he?" My eyes widened and I turned to Mikey, who seemed satisfied with himself. "How did you know…?" I asked, still thoroughly confused. "I've seen the way you've looked at certain guys. Now come on, who is he?" He asked, getting excited. I suddenly felt far more comfortable, so I wiped the tears off of my face and took a shaky breath. "You know that guy Frank in school?" I whispered. "Yeah, basically the school rebel?" I smiled and nodded. "Yeah. He's been really nice to me lately, for some reason." I said, leaving out the looks he's been giving me. "Wait, but doesn't he hang out with Kellin and the other guys?" I just nodded again. "But when they cause crap, he helps me out of it. It's weird." I tried to explain, and involuntarily yawned. "I guess I'll go back to bed. Thanks." I muttered and left, entered my room, and fell asleep on my bed in seconds.
My dreams were, of course, filled with Frank. He normally left out the blue school jacket that we wore, unlike everyone else, which left him in a white dress shirt and a red tie. Dang, boy, you're gonna give me a heat stroke one day. One of my dreams stuck out in particular. Just him tugging my tie, pulling me closer... and closer... and our lips collide...
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I shifted uncomfortably in my chair, trying not to notice Frank staring at me, noticing every one of my details. I couldn't get my dream out of my head. I ignored Mrs. Ballato's droning about math and crap and thought about why he looked at me so much. In my opinion, I'm not exactly a pretty sight, so that must not be the reason. Someone tapped on my shoulder and handed me a piece of paper. "It's from Frank." she whispered, and I soon realized that I used to know her, but I couldn't remember her name. "Thanks…" I whispered back, trying not to get caught. I opened the slip of paper, and what it said shocked me.
Hey, Gerard. Sorry my "friends" are jerks. I've been seriously trying to get them to lay off of you, but they said they won't and that they "couldn't tell me why." I dunno. You seem pretty cool, actually, I'd love to hang out or something. No homo. Text me. xoFrnk
At the bottom of the paper, it had Frank's number and a smiley face. I smiled to myself and felt his eyes on me once again. I folded up the paper neatly and placed it in the small space between my phone case and my phone, just so I would remember to text him. I was finally getting somewhere.