'He was the boy with a lip ring and a smile that could make anyone's knees melt. And I was just plain old Gerard Way...'
Never would I have thought that it was humanly possible to a hit a football that hard and aim it that accurately- 'accidentally'. Stupid Jocks.
I'm lying on the ground staring dreamily up at Ray and his afro and trying not to think about what Frank must be thinking of me; God, I couldn't have embarrassed myself any more even if I had tried. I fully expect to look up, with my head still spinning, and see him sprinting off into the distance clutching his beautiful white guitar. But as I slowly shift my vision from Ray's - rather concerned looking - face, I see that a little to his left is, in fact, the sex God himself. Looking annoyingly amused considering the situation. But as I study his pale face, I notice there is a subtle but definite spark of concern in his golden eyes, and just as I'm about to start thinking that maybe, just maybe, he doesn't think I'm a complete mental patient with a tendancy to attract nearby footballs, he gives a quick - and extremely flirtatious - smile that makes my brain turn to mush... oh that smile; his soft, fleshy lips which open slightly to reveal brilliant white teeth, and his silver lip ring that just makes me want to do stuff to those lips, makes me want to--
Suddenly the pounding drumbeat of Iron Maiden's Aces High starts blaring out into the tranquil - well, not so tranquil - park and my thoughts are interupted by Frank's phone vibrating. So the sex God has good taste in music. I would smile at the thought but my brain is still too stunned after getting knocked out to manage it.
Frank answers; his face stone cold perfect as he concentrates so hard to hear what whoever is on the other end of the phone is saying.
"Hello?...no! really?...okay man I'll be right there...yeah..see ya." he puts his phone back in his bag and begins to scramble up off the floor where him and Ray are huddled around me.
"Sorry Ray, I gotta go. My friend Bobs' car has broken down in a dodgy area so he needs a lift home. I'll see you tomorrow though. Oh and... bye Gee", he smiles, "hope the head feels better soon."
Then he looks me straight in the eye and winks at me before grabbing his stuff and sauntering off across the field, hips swaying sexily. God he's hot. And that nickname he called me by; Gee. I like it. But why is he being so nice to me? He's the boy with a lip ring and a smile that could make anyone's knees melt, and I'm just plain old Gerard Way. But those eyes; large golden glassy orbs which seem to draw me in in an almost hypnotic way...the way his brown hair falls in soft tendrils over his pale face...the way his hips move when he walks---
I jump as Ray - and his afro - scream my name into my ear, practically deafening me.
"Jesus Christ Ray, no need to shout."
"Well there kinda is since I've been saying your name for the last five minutes and you've been completely zombiefied.
"Ray I don't think zombiefied is a real word."
"Yes it is! Of course it is,I-"
"No Ray. Just...no."
After a few seconds of sulking, Ray's face lights up as he realises he has not yet confronted me about my encounter with Frank. Oh God...
"Sooo...?" he drags the word out into a question, looking at me as if I will suddenly reveal all about my thoughts on Frank.
I'm just more curious to know how the hell Ray has come to be friends with someone so cool and therefore unlike us in every way.
"So? Um, yeah, he seems nice..." I say and I can practically hear Ray rolling his eyes.
"Gerard, you were staring at him, completely hypnotised - and drooling - for so long you didn't even notice when some jock shouted 'hey dude, bet you can't get that weirdo kid over there on thee head from the other side of the field!' I'm sorry, but even I, Ray-who-is-definately-straight can tell that you think he's more than just nice."
I try to look at him without acting as if I agree with him, but it's officially impossible.
"Fine! Okay, I do think he's more than nice. He's gorgeous and cute and funny...but speaking of those things- how did you manage to get him to hang around with you?! You do know that paying someone to be your friends doesn't count." I ask, as Ray mock-scowls at me.
"I could have more friends if I wanted to! I just dont want to waste my time finding some so i just put up with you..."
"Don't flatter yourself my friend, you and I both know that without eachother, we'd be the biggest loners around. Now tell me! How did you meet him?" I look at him curiously, waiting for his explanation as to how he has managed to pick up someone so far out of both our leagues.
"Fine", he says, putting his hands up in surrender and grinning at me, "Him, his mum and stepdad have just moved into the area, and his stepdad happens to work with my dad now, so they asked if I could keep an eye on him when he starts school."
My eyes widen involuntarily as what Ray said sinks in. Frank will be going to our school, as in, the place where we spend most of our time... I'm gonna see him almost every day. But what if he doesn't like me at school? What if we're not in any of the same classes? What if he gets dragged in by the populars? Or even worse, what if the bullies get him? He'll have to get his act rigt, or his black skinny jeans, lip ring and messy 'emo' hair will either be his ticket to being popular and loved, or they'll attract bullies and jocks like piranhas to fresh blood.
That is when I decide; we're really gonna have to protect Frank if he wants to survive our school. And that means getting to know him a bit more. I grin inwardly at the thought of becoming better friends with him.
"Well Ray, how would you feel about inviting Frank to hang out with us at school?"
He gives me a knowning look. "Gerard, getting someone to hang out with you in school isn't going to suddenly make them want to fuck you" he says sarcastically.
"No", I reply in an evil voice, my grin spreading across my face, "it's just the first step..."
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