Gerard is wrapped up in his own little world when he meets Frank, a school boy, just two years younger than him. They meet- and they click. Frerard.
"Hey," Frank spoke nervously, awaiting the older boy to raise his head - but he didn't.
"Hello," The older boy continued scrawling and gazing at his artwork. Frank wasn't particularly sure what he was seeing, but whatever the drawing was - it was excellent. Frank chewed on his lip ring absently and wondered if he should continue speaking, but was quickly silenced. "You're cutting your social studies class." The older boy remarked, still not sharing his gaze. Frank stared at him, flummoxed. He nodded and stared at the boy, bemused.
“Y-yeah, h-how did you..?” Frank asked, particularly impressed. He could see that the older boy was laughing gently from underneath his jet black hair, but was hiding it well. He continued scribbling in his sketchbook, smiling softly.
“I’d rather not share that.” The older boy remarked, staring intently at his work. He didn’t want to share how he knew about the younger looking boy – how he knew from the deflated look of a dejected boy that he carried, confused about discovering himself, deserted by his idiotic classmates and, also, by the fact he had just been seen dumping his social studies textbook in a nearby waste bin. Frank stayed silent, lingering beside him for a few moments, unsure of what to say. He was dying to see the older boy’s features, and was particularly distressed that the older boy wasn’t allowing him so.
“My name’s Frank.” Frank smiled, holding out a hand. The older boy didn’t even glance upwards. He nodded and sketched for a few moments, before putting his pencil down.
“Gerard.” Frank nodded in reply and sat down in the grass, pulling strands awkwardly from the ground. He wanted Gerard to make eye contact – but he wasn’t. Frank was incredibly intrigued already.
“What are you doing out here?” Frank asked, edging himself a little closer to Gerard. Gerard continued sketching, his tongue just sticking out from the corner of his mouth.
“Skipping class.” Gerard replied, in a soft, endearing voice, which Frank loved from the moment he heard it. Gerard however, was a little apprehensive of Frank. People rarely spoke to him, and that was how he liked it. He didn’t understand people, and they rarely understood him.
“Why are you skipping class?” Frank asked, inquisitivly. Gerard rested his gaze on the ground beside him, before sniffing and returning his attention to the sketchbook.
“Same reason as you.” Gerard noted, leaning his face close to the book.
“How would you know my reasons?” Frank asked, completely intrigued by this boy, who’s face he hadn’t even seen yet – but going by his voice and the crown of his head, he was already beautiful. Gerard sighed and pushed the sketchbook from his lap, shutting it.
“Who would want to be in a classroom, with 25 other adolescents, with no regard for normal human rights, and who are as thick as this very tree I’m leaning on?” Gerard remarked, his head still bowed. He considered perhaps sharing a little eye contact with Frank, but he was frightened. What if he hurt him, like everyone else did? What if he simply made a fool of himself? Frank laughed gently in slight disbelief.
“Okay, you were right..” Frank grinned, sheepishly, his face erupting into a scarlet mess. He was getting a little frustrated now – was he doing something wrong? Was Gerard just avoiding him? Gerard looked up quickly and locked eyes with Frank, before returning his gaze to his lap, ashamedly. Frank continued staring in amazement at Gerard, even after his head was bowed once again. He had pale, ivory skin, with raven black hair to frame it, a smooth painted nose, and wide hazelnut eyes, dusted carefully with the smallest amount of eyeliner. He was – well, incredibly gorgeous, and Frank, was heartstruck.
Gerard however, had a similar process, though his thoughts were unlikely to be the same. He noticed Frank’s large hazel eyes and the soft red that surrounded them, the black hair that settled around his face and his small demeanor, and he noted it. He filed these things accordingly in his brain and he remembered. He dipped his head uncomfortably and hoped he hadn’t weirded out Frank too much. Frank however, was still revelling in Gerard’s beauty, before he remembered, and decided to subtly ask.
“Have I..” Frank asked nervously, clearing his throat. “Done something?” Gerard glanced up at Frank, a small look of horror on his face. Fuck. He’d done it again.
“No,” Gerard replied softly, nodding at Frank, not quite meeting his gaze. “I’m just.. shy..” He shrugged glumly, looking down at his shoes in humiliation. Frank stared ashemedly at his skeleton gloves before reaching out to put a hand on Gerard’s shoulder. Gerard flinched and moved away slightly, biting his lip.
“Oh, I’m, so – sorry, I-“ Frank panicked, retracting his hand. “I’m sorry. I was just being nice, I didn’t.. I’ll just..” Frank shook his head and held his hands out in apology, clambering to his feet.
“Hey, where you going?” Gerard asked, leaning back against the tree. He didn’t mean to scare Frank like that. He just wasn’t expecting it. In fact, he found Frank quite interesting. “Come back.” He asked, sincerely. Frank spun on his heel and smiled softly, staring down at Gerard, chewing absently on his lip ring.
“You sure?” He asked, moving back towards Gerard. He nodded in reply and picked his sketchbook back up, flipping it open and focusing his gaze once again on his artwork. Frank sat beside him and peered over his shoulder. “Can I ask, something?” Frank pondered, gazing hopefully at Gerard.
“If you wish.” Gerard replied calmly, flicking his pencil forward and back with determination.
“How did you know all that – about me?” He asked, blushing. Gerard smirked and continued sketching.
“I worked it out.” He remarked, flicking his eyes over Frank. Frank scoffed and shook his head.
“You couldn’t have. Normal people don’t just work things out like that.” Frank replied. Gerard met Frank’s gaze, icily, staring back at him intently.
“Frank, I can speak 9 languages and I do Maths, Chemistry, Physics and Biology at a University Doctorate Scale. I can count Pi to 934 places.. I also knew all those things from the dejected look on your face, the fact they think less of you because they’re damn homophobes – and, you threw your textbook away.” He hesitated, grinning softly. “I guess, I’m not normal.”
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