More Danny, missing guitar lessons and annoying little things that won't get out ur fucking mind.
Anyway, I HATE FRENCH!!!! Ò.ó
Soooooooooooooo. I have nothing to say. Hmmm, how about you read, and I go watch Death Note for the millionth time, or listen to Unbroken -BVB- (good song :3) or Animal I have become -three days grace-(good song :3) or The Pretender -foo fighters- (yes Eilidh, i actually really like that song.)
Oh ha ha, earlier when I was writing this, my mom asked what I was doing and when I said writing my story she was like 'oh maybe I could read it, what's it about?' and she's like a homophobe-type-thingy so that would've been awkward.
Yeah one time she acctually said that she 'didn't want me to be a lesbian,' her exact words, *sigh* and I'm bi. Wont it be a hoot and a half when I tell her I'm attracted to girls too :)
Sorry for rambling (I think Eilidh gave me the disease!)
Read :3 and enjoy. If you want.
"What do you mean 'some detail that he might of left out of the story'?" I ask, my frown deepening. I didn't like this Danny guy.
He was definitely a vamp. And definitely smelt of alcohol.
"So you know?" Danny's mouth widened into a smirk that showed off his teeth. What was with that guy? I swallowed and glared at him, about to ask what the hell he wanted to say to me, when I heard Gerard's voice.
"What do you mean you left your phone?! Jesus Mikey." I heard Gerard grumbled, slamming his front door shut behind him as he strides across his lawn. He glanced up just as he was crossing into mine, and I swear I could visibly see his eyes darken at the sight of Danny.
I looked back at Danny to see he was still doing his ridiculous grin.
"Morning Gerard." He greeted the dark haired vampire as he reached the front door.
"What are you doing here, Danny?"
"Just delivering Mikey's phone that he dropped yesterday at the party. Shame you didn't stay long." Danny replied coolly, tilting his hear to the side at the last bit. Danny still had Mikey's phone in his hand, since I had been to caught up in finding out more about why he was at my door to take it from him.
"I'll take Mikey's phone then." Gerard said, his voice tinted with a slight emotion I couldn't make out...
"'course." Danny said, handing Gerard Mikey's phone.
"Why didn't you just come to my house to drop off his phone?" Gerard asked, as he placed the phone into his tight back pocket.
"Frankie asked that same thing," He said, glancing at me, "And I said that I wanted to talk to him, so I did."
Gerard's eyes narrowed, his eyes fixed on Danny. "Well if your finished talking, you should be on your way." Gerard said, a forced smile appearing on his face.
The man with emotion filled eyes smiled and winked at me before turning and walking down the lawn path.
Just as he reached the bottom, he turned back and loudly said, "Remember to ask him, Frankie!" He grinned and walked down the road before turning off into an alley, and out of sight.
I turned and looked at Gerard, he was still frowning after Danny, eyebrows furrowed together. I opened my mouth to say something to get his attention when Gerard's head spun round to look me dead in the eyes. "Ask want?"
Yes that was the question, 'ask what?'
Danny only mentioned that Gerard was hiding something, but he didn't specify what it was. He doesn't know what Gerard has told me. Unless it was something bs was sure of that Gerard wouldn't tell me. Or maybe it was nothing- just a weird trick. Or maybe I already know. It was probably about Gerard killing his last boyfriends. Yeah, that's probably it.
I shook my head, "Nothing. Just talking shit." I mumbled, turning back into the house. Gerard follows and grabs my wrist before I could reach the stairs. His grip was secure but not sore.
"What did he say, Frank?" His voice edged with suspicion, anger and fear.
I sigh, "Nothing important Gee. He was just talking about shit and wouldn't give me a straight answer."
I didn't tell Gerard about what he had really said, I wanted to think about it more.
How was Danny so sure that Gerard wasn't telling him something?
Gerard sighed and looked at ground, "Just don't listen to him. Talking shit is what Danny does. He like to get into people's heads." I nod and smile. Gerard smiled back and let go of my wrist. "I'm, er sorry. I just don't want him getting to you." He mumbles, not really looking at me. I step towards him, and wrap my arms around his neck- kissing him. Gerard's hands slipped round my waist, picking me up. I wrapped my legs around his waist, digging my hands into the back of his neck and hair.
Even though all I wanted was to just forget Danny was ever here and just be with Gerard- I couldn't get his words out my head.
A couple days after the little Danny visit, I was sitting in math class, eyebrows knitted together in deep thought. I was still thinking about what the ginger-brown haired male had said. I know I shouldn't but... it got into my head, just as Gerard had warned.
"Frank Iero!" I nearly jumped at the loud sounding of my name. I looked up at the teacher who was standing at the front of the class, greying hair combed off his face in the most unusual way.
The teacher sighed and jerked his thumb towards the door, where a girl was standing. I think I recognise her from my guitar lessons- ah my guitar lesson! I've been missing the last few times. I get up and head to the door, offering a small smile at the girl... I think her name was Ella or something.
"Hey Frank!" She greeted me as we walked along the corridor towards the music department. "Mr Valtour wanted to talk to you about missing your last few guitar lessons." She flipped her black and turqouise hair out of eyes, "Yeah what's up with that?"
I glanced at her as we walked down the stairs, "I've been kinda busy after school lately."
She snorted, "Yeah, snogging your boyfriend!" I glanced at her again to see her grinning, "So that brother of his, the one with the glasses... is he single?" She bit her lip-gloss covered lip, looking at me.
"Er, sorry, he's taken." I glanced at her for the third time, seeing her shoulders slump.
"Shit. I knew it."
"Sorry." Damn, who knew a skinny kid with glasses would be so popular. Then again, it is Mikey.
We reached the music department and we headed inside. Ella had her classes during school hours so she got on with it as Mr Valtour asked me why I wasn't coming to the last few lessons. I explained I had a few things going on outside of school and that I didn't have time for guitar lessons. I said that I would try and start attending again but I couldnt make any promises.
I wanted to continue, but I'm already really good at it and I couldnt be bother by the time school ended and I just wanted to go home and have some alone time with Gerard. It's as if we don't have any time to ourselves- with is a lie. But I'd rather be with Gerard than be in a stuffy classroom with a balding teacher.
By the time Mr Valtour had stopped rambling, it was time for lunch.
"Hey Ella, do you want to come to lunch with me?" I asked, just to be polite. If she really did like Mikey, maybe they could be friends? Plus she seemed really nice.
"No thanks Frankie. I gotta meet some mates, but I might see you and Gerard at the smokers corner?" She said, tilting her head to the side slightly, smiling.
"Yeah, sure!" I answered just as I reached the canteen, glancing around for Gerard, Mikey or Ray.
As i scanned for them, I noticed Pete sitting by himself at one of the back tables, near my usual table. With another quick glance around the large room confirming that Gee and the others hadn't arrived yet, I went and sat next to Pete.
"Hey Pete." I said, smiling at the boy. My smile faultered as he jumped at the sound. He looked at me, hair covering one eye. I heard him breathe out, and relax a bit.
"Oh, hey Frank."
"Why so jumpy?" I asked, raising an eyebrow. Pete looked at ms again but this time his hair over his eye moved slightly and I could just make out a black eye. "Matt?"
Pate nodded, "Yeah, Matt." He sighed and looked down at his sad looking sandwich. "I don't know why he picks on us Frank. Is it 'cause we're gay?"
I nod, "Probably."
"Homophobe." Pete huffed, looking at his food again. "I don't get why he doesn't just forget it. It's not like I perv on him or something." The shorter boy shook his head.
"I guess some people just have a problem with that kinda thing."
"What thing?" Asked a voice from behind. I spun round to see Gerard sitting next to me, ebony hair falling over his eyes.
"Never mind. How was french?"
"You know the answer to that." He grumbled.
The rest if lunch went as normal, the rest of the classes went as normal, the walk home, the making out, the sneaking out, the sleeping all went as normal.
The only thing not normal, was that feeling of being watched.
R&R and get.... To hug and congratulate mcr for winning best international band at the kerrang! awards? I dunno :)or cookies...with skittles...and coffee...and a mini gerard ...and a mini frankie ... :3