This is a Frerard One-Shot. It's pretty long...Frank and Gerard find love in the most unlikely place. I hope you like it!
Luckily for me, I didn't live in a small town. I lived in Belleville, and the school was pretty big.
So naturally, I thought that if I had let it slip on a college application that my sexual preference was "Male", it wouldn't matter, because no one in the school would notice, because no one looks at it but the guidance counselor, right?
Who asks that on a college application, anyway? Why should it matter that I like guys, and that I am a guy? I am going to college to learn, not go on dates. Perhaps it was because the school that I was applying to was an all-guys school. That wasn't my decision, though. It was my Mom's.
She didn't know that I was gay. She actually thought I was straight. As straight as you could get. I never really could figure out why. I had never brought a girl home, or said that I had any crushes, but still, she thought I was straight. It would bother me if I had a son, who was a senior in high school, had never expressed any interest in girls whatsoever.
So, since my Mom thought I was straight, she decided to make me apply to an all-boys college.
"Gerard," she had said, "I want you to focus on your studies when you are in college. I don't want any girls distracting you."
I had smirked when she had told me this.
"Don't worry Mom." I had said. "Girls won't distract me."
They never have.
So anyway, I was guessing that the people at the college that I was applying to didn't want anyone to feel uncomfortable while at the school, so they decided to ask what my sexual preference was, so I told the truth.
I was gay.
I didn't think that anyone would ever see it. Documents like that were supposed to not reach the hands of the other students, and so I didn't expect it to.
Still, the last thing I needed was for the whole school to know that I, Gerard Arthur Way, was gay.
"Ha ha! 'Way' rhymes with 'gay!'", my little brother Mikey laughed one day.
"What are you laughing at?" I asked. "'Way' is your last name, too."
The smile wiped of Mikey's face. I laughed hysterically, because my brother was too stupid to realize that he was making fun of himself, as well as me.
"Yeah, well," Mikey started, "I am not gay. You are."
"So? People who might think you are can still crack that joke at you." I said.
Mikey gave me a face.
"Whatever. You just better hope that no one finds out. It could find it's way back to Mom, you know." said Mikey.
"No one will find out, Mikey." I said. "I have no friends to tell. I don't talk to anyone, so no one will find out."
Boy, was I wrong.
It was a typical day at Belleville High School. I was sitting in Pre-Calculus Math, which I hated. Math wasn't my favorite subject, but that wasn't what was bothering me.
It was the stupid jock that sat behind me, Tim. He was the captain of the football team, and he thought that his shit didn't stink. He would always throw papers at my head, and it annoyed the hell out of me.
One had just hit me in the head, but I couldn't say anything, because the teacher, Mrs. Ingalls, had just called on me.
"Gerard, did you hear me?" she asked.
My mind went blank.
"What was the question again?" I asked. "I uh- I couldn't hear you."
Mrs. Ingalls smiled.
"What is the answer to number 2 on the homework?" the teacher repeated.
I looked down at my paper. I had actually gotten this one.
"Uh, is it 14.2?" I asked.
"Uh, is it 14.2?" Tim mimicked under his breath from behind me.
"Not quite. That is to the nearest tenth. We need it to the nearest hundredth." said Mrs. Ingalls.
"Oh." I said. "I'm sorry. I didn't read the question right. Is it 14.24?"
"Yes, great job." said Mrs. Ingalls.
She knew that I was struggling at Math, so whenever I got an answer right, she would praise me.
"Oh. I'm sorry. I didn't read the question right. Is it 14.24? My name is Gerard Way and I am a gothic psycho Math nerd. I am also a teacher's pet!", Tim mocked me from behind, adding his own little twist to my words.
I looked around at him.
"Could you please stop?" I asked.
"Could you please stop?" Tim mimicked.
"Knock it off!"
"Knock it off!"
"Tim!" said Mrs. Ingalls harshly. "Be quiet, you are disrupting the class."
"I'm not doing anything!" Tim protested.
"Nonsense. I can hear you from here."
"Oh just shut up you old bat!" Tim said.
"That is enough! Tim, get your things and go to the office!"
"With pleasure." said Tim, standing up.
Tim gave me a look as he left the room.
That was the end of that.
The next day, I walked into first period English, as usual. I was ready to start another boring day. However, the only thing that was different was that people were glaring at me as I walked to my seat. Others whispered as they looked at me.
What was the matter? Why was everyone looking at me? Was there a smudge on my face? Was my hair a wreck, what?
I just sat down at my seat and the teacher soon came in and started the class.
That day, I had forgotten my book in my locker. I got up to go get it, and as I passed the middle of the room, I heard one of the words I had dreaded the most.
I looked around. It was John Meadows, Tim's best friend, who had muttered the slur at me.
If I wasn't gay, I wouldn't have been so insulted or nervous about it, but that wasn't the case. I was gay, and therefore I was hurt, and a little nervous about what John had said to me.
I proceeded to my locker and I got my book. I went back into the room to the same stares and dirty looks. I didn't understand, and I didn't until later on that day.
I had decided to skip lunch to go to the art room. I wanted to draw. The teacher, Mr. Mackie, was always nice about letting me come in and use his art supplies.
Mr. Mackie had left to go to the bathroom, so I was in the room alone, thinking about what I wanted to draw. Before I knew it, Tim had came into the room.
"Well, if it isn't Faggy McFag-Fag." said Tim.
"Will you just leave me alone?" I asked.
"I know your secret." said Tim. "So does everyone else. I told them."
"Don't play dumb with me. You know what the secret is. So tell me, do you think I'm hot?"
Tim ran his fingers through his hair as my heart stopped.
Everyone knew I was gay!
"What?" I asked.
"Gerard Way, the boy who I have always picked on for no reason, likes boys." said Tim. "Don't deny it, Gerard, I saw your application."
"The college one, you dumbass! I saw it yesterday when I got sent to the office. It said that you like boys. And now the whole school knows."
I could feel tears forming in my eyes.
"Why? Why would you tell?" I asked.
"Why? Because I think it's funny. Because I think that everyone ought to know that there is a gay kid in the school. The girls, so they can have a fashion expert, and the boys, so they don't have to worry about being stared at in the locker room."
I just looked at Tim, who could see that I was crying.
"Oh, I'll give you something to cry about." said Tim, coming toward me.
I started to run, but Tim caught me and started to punch my stomach.
I cried out in pain as he threw me to the ground.
"I don't like gay kids, Gerard." said Tim, going to get me off the ground again.
Before he could do anything else, Mr. Mackie ran in the room and grabbed Tim by the neck.
"What the hell is wrong with you, boy?" the teacher cursed.
Before I knew it, we were in the office, and my Mom was coming to pick me up. I wasn't suspended or anything, but she needed to come and hear what happened.
I didn't want to tell her the events that had led up to my beating. I would have to tell her that everyone had found out that I was gay.
I couldn't lie, though. I told my Mom the whole story, from start to finish.
My Mom turned pale. I thought she was going to faint.
"Mrs. Way," the principal said, "We want you to know that your son is not going to be suspended, because he didn't fight back at all."
My Mom nodded. I knew that she couldn't care less if I was suspended or not. She wanted to take me home.
She took me home in the car without word at all. When we got home, she went into the kitchen. I followed.
"Mom." I said.
My Mom turned and looked at me.
"H-How long?" she asked.
"How long what?" I asked.
My Mom exploded.
"HOW LONG? HOW LONG WERE YOU GOING TO WAIT TO TELL ME THAT YOU ARE GAY?", my Mom yelled.
She threw a wooden spoon across the room.
"Were you going to wait until the day that you planned on marrying a man to tell me? Or were you even going to tell me at all?" she continued loudly.
I didn't know what to say.
"I didn't raise you to be like this, Gerard!" my Mom yelled.
"I didn't choose to be gay!" I yelled. "You had no say in it, and neither did I! This is why I didn't tell you! I knew you would get mad at me for being gay!"
"You expected me to let you go to an all-man's college? Hell, I should make you go to an all-/girls/ college!"
"Mother, I am not ashamed of being gay! I like men, and if you don't accept-!"
"No, Gerard!" my Mom yelled. "You are not gay! You are just a little curious, that's all. This is all just hormones, and you are just confused."
"Who the hell are you to say what I like and what I don't like? I know what I like, and I like boys!"
"No, Gerard, you don't. You need to find God again! That's what you need!"
"All I need is a Mother who cares about me enough to notice that I have never liked a girl in my life, that's what I need!"
My Mother didn't even act insulted.
"YOU NEED GOD!" she boomed.
I got out of the car and stood in front of the building. I looked to see kids of all ages going through the doors, talking and laughing. They were in uniform, just like me.
My first day at my new school.
My new Catholic school.
Yes, my Mother decided that I was no longer to go to Belleville High School. I'm not saying that I minded, but I did not want to go to Catholic school. I didn't believe in God at all, and no matter what my Mom said, I wasn't going to change my ways. And, I was gay, end of story.
My Mom was stupider than I thought. She was sending me to a Catholic school, and Catholics were against gays. Maybe that was why she was so mad at me, and didn't want me to be gay. She told me not to tell anyone at all about it.
I walked into the building, a school that had pictures of Jesus and his family all over the walls. I laughed, thinking about how people actually believed in all of that shit...
After registering, I was escorted to my first class, which, like in my old school, was English.
I chose a seat in the back of the room, hoping to keep a low-profile.
Unfortunately, I was asked to get up in front of the class and introduce myself.
We were in 12th grade, and were was still doing things like that. Wow.
After that nightmare was over, I sat down in my seat and the class started.
I was just about to fall asleep when...
"Mr. Iero, nice of you to join us."
I looked up after the teacher, Miss Margaret (who wasn't dressed in nun's attire), had said that.
My mouth involuntarily dropped open, but I quickly shut it.
At the door was what I could only describe as a vision.
There, at the door, stood the most sexiest guy I had seen in my whole life. He had brown hair, he was short, and it looked like he had green eyes. He was so beautiful, I could have died.
"I'm sorry." said the hottie. "I woke-up late."
"Oh, alright. You are normally a good student, so I'll let it go..." the teacher said.
I bet he's lying. To look that good, it must take at least fifteen hours to get ready...
"Well, Frank," said Mrs. Margaret, "we have a new student."
She pointed at me.
"That is Gerard Way." the teacher said.
Frank looked at me.
I felt my heart rate increase as our eyes met.
"Hi." said Frank.
"Hi." I replied.
Frank, I thought was walking to me, but he really walked to his seat, which was conveniently in back of me.
The rest of the class, the only thing on my mind was Frank Iero.
It turned out that Frank was in a number of my classes, but I didn't get to talk to him that much.
That is, until it was lunch time.
I was sitting all on my own, and Frank had sat next to me.
"Hi." he said.
"Hi." I replied.
"I know. I'm Gerard. It's nice to meet you."
"You too. I saw you sitting alone so I decided to say hi. Maybe make a friend for once."
"You don't have any friends?" I asked, surprised.
"Not really. This may be a Catholic school, but people still don't accept certain people."
"Boy, that sucks."
"You're telling me."
I couldn't help but stare at Frank. I also couldn't help but look at him up and down either. I didn't care where I was. It didn't matter to me one bit that I was on the grounds of a church.
Then, it hit me. We were in a Catholic school. There was no way in hell that Frankie was gay, like me. Catholics hate gays. I felt my heart ache as I came to that realization.
My whole body was getting hot from looking at Frank. I had to move around my tie, because my neck was sweating.
"I hate uniforms." I said.
"Me too. They suck so bad. I just got a new Misfits shirt and I really want to wear it." said Frank.
"You like The Misfits? No way! I like them too!"
"Seriously? Awesome! That's great! I have always wanted to meet someone who likes them. People here are into Pop and Rap and stuff. It's nice to meet someone who isn't."
"Oh, I know. I got made fun of for not liking them! Hey, did you ever go to that one store down the block? I forget what it is called, but they have tons of Misfits shirts there." I said.
"No, I haven't. Where is it?" asked Frank.
"On Park Street or something." I said.
"Um, I really don't know where that is."
"All you have to do is go down the block and cross onto Donin Road, and you are there."
"I'm not really good with direction. Can you show me after school or something?"
"Sure!" I said, beaming.
"Awesome." he said.
So after school, Frank and I went to the clothing store. It was called /Chains/. I loved shopping there.
Frank and I went through the racks, looking at the shirts.
"I'm sorry." said Frank, after bumping into me.
"No problem." I said, not minding one bit.
A few seconds later, Frank dropped something, and I looked at his ass, of course. However, Frank came back up a little faster than I thought he would, and he caught me.
I blushed madly and looked away. I heard Frank smile.
I was so embarrassed. I was just waiting for him to say something to me about it, but he didn't.
"So what made you go to this school?" asked Frank.
"Oh, the kids at my high school were making fun of me too much. And one of them almost totally beat me up." I said.
"What about you?"
"I've been going since I was little. My parents are religious freaks. You want the truth, though? I don't believe in God."
I looked at him right away.
"Me either." I said. "There are many conventional Catholic beliefs that I don't go by."
"Me either. Like, I'm gay, for example."
I thought my ears were deceiving me. They were making me hear what I wanted to hear.
"What was that?" I asked.
"I'm gay." said Frank, looking at me.
"Oh are you?" I asked, smiling.
"Yeah. You are now actually the only one who knows. If my parents found out, I'd be dead. It's so ironic, a gay going to a Catholic school."
"Well, you're not the only one." I said.
"I'm not?" asked Frank, smiling. "Who else in the school is gay?"
"Me." I said, softly.
"I was so hoping you would say that." said Frank, coming closer to me.
He was shorter than me by a bit, but I didn't care. A surreal feeling swept over me as Frank got closer.
"Do I look gay to you?" I asked.
"Sort of." said Frank. "It's not a bad thing, though. I like it. Do I look gay?"
"No, actually. Not at all. You're really cute, though."
"So are you."
Frank was really pushy for a short guy, as he pushed his lips against mine and started kissing me fiercely. I flung my arms around him and kissed him back. I lifted him up and held him, and spun him around, as he giggled a bit in the kiss.
I put him down and stopped kissing him.
"You do realize now that I am going to ask you to be my boyfriend, right?" I asked.
"I was hoping you'd say that." said Frank. "But if you didn't I was going to ask you, anyway."
"So is that a 'yes'?" I asked.
"Yes, it is."
"Perfect." I said, kissing Frank's lips.
Frank kissed back and hugged me.
"You know that we can't tell anyone about this, right?" I asked.
"Yeah." said Frank. "It'll be our secret."
The only time that Frank and I were ever alone was after school. I lied to my Mom and said that I had a project to do almost everyday. Then I would go over Frank's and we would sit up in his room and kiss on his bed or listen to music or something. Sometimes we walked around town, going into stores or getting something to eat.
One day, we were in walking through the park, and we were in a pretty secluded spot, so I thought it safe to stop Frank and kiss him for a little bit. Frank went along and kissed me back.
I loved kissing Frank. His lips were so soft and he always did something with his hands while he kissed me, like running them through my hair or something. I loved that. I also loved the way his body felt, what he did with his tongue, the way he tilted his head, just everything.
When I kissed him, it felt like we were the only two in the world. That is until...
"Mr. Way and Mr. Iero!"
Frank and I abruptly stopped kissing and looked at who had yelled at us.
It was our English teacher, Miss Margaret!
"Oh my God!" I said, not intending any sort of pun whatsoever.
"Don't you dare say the Lord's name!" she scolded at me. "You two should be ashamed of yourselves!"
I felt Frank grip me.
"Well we're not! I'm not ashamed to be in love with Gerard!" Frank exclaimed.
I couldn't believe that Frank had just said that.
We both soon found ourselves in the office of the school, even though it wasn't in session, with our parents there, both of our mothers crying.
Frank rolled his eyes and took my hand. He wasn't ashamed at all. He didn't care that we were in a church, or that being gay was morally wrong. I decided to join the club.
I held Frank's hand back and kissed his head, causing my Mom to wail and run over to Frank and I, who were sitting in chairs next to each other. She tried to pull us away from each other, but this man held her back. He had just come in the room, and was short, fat, bald, and had glasses.
"Let them do it." the man said.
My Mom started crying more, and my Dad took her in his arms.
"This is an outrage, Mr. Jones." said Miss Margaret. "These two clearly are in great need of help! What are we to do?"
"That's why I brought him here!" my Mom cried out. "To help him!"
"Shhh!" said Mr. Jones, the bald man.
"These two cannot be accepted in the school. They need to seek more salvation from the Lord!" said Miss Margaret.
I snickered and ran my thumb along Frank's hand.
"There is no way that we can throw them out of the school." said Mr. Jones.
Frank's Mom, along with mine stopped crying comically fast. Miss Margaret looked like she was going to die.
I just felt disappointed.
"What was that?" asked Miss Margaret.
"I said that we can't expel them from the school." said Mr. Jones.
"Yes we can! You cannot be homosexual and-!"
"There is nothing we can do."
"Well, not if Farther Steve has anything to say about it!"
"He is not in charge!" said Mr. Jones. "This is not the good time to break it to you, but this school is part of a public school district."
Miss Margaret looked pale.
"You see, about a month ago, the state bought the school. Remember when we were in financial trouble? In order to keep the school open, the state had to buy it." said Mr. Jones.
"Is that even possible?" my Mom asked.
"Yes, it is. At least, it is now." said Mr. Jones. "So, as I said, Gerard and Frank can't be removed just because they are...Homosexual."
"This is an outrage!" Miss Margaret yelled.
It was to me, too. I was hoping that this was my chance to run away with Frankie and be with him forever, and not have to worry about parents, or school. Apparently though, that wouldn't be happening.
Frankie kissed me on the cheek from behind, which was a tad bit difficult for him.
"God, baby. I wish you weren't taller than me." said Frank.
"I like that, though." I said, turning around. "I feel more in control."
Frank just smirked and I bent down a bit and placed a kiss on his lips.
We were in the bathroom washing our hands, because we had just got some ink all over them. My pen had exploded, and Frank rubbed his hands in it just so he could go to the bathroom with me.
I was surprised that we were allowed to go together, alone.
It had gotten around about the whole incident with Frank and I, and even though the school wasn't under church control, the students were true Catholics. We were shut out, and had no friends whatsoever.
I felt like I was back in Belleville High School. I wasn't accepted. Neither was Frank.
"What are you thinking about, baby?" asked Frank, looking into my eyes.
"You." I said, kissing him.
I heard the door open, so Frank and I pulled apart.
The guy who came in didn't catch us kissing, but he still glared at us.
That's all Frank and I got. Glares. When we walked in a room together, we got glares. When we ate together, we got glares. When we were partners for assignments, we got glares, when we walked in the hall together, we got glares.
I was starting to think it wasn't only because we were in a Catholic school. It was just the plain fact that we were gay.
Frank and I didn't care, though. When I got the chance, I would kiss Frank on the head. Sometimes I would put my hand on his back when it was crowded and I wanted to stay by him.
"My boyfriend and I love the Misfits", was how Frank had started a report of his that he read out loud to the class. He had gotten a lot of crap for it, too.
Frank didn't care, though. We were in love and we had just as much right to be as anyone.
During Gym one day, we were playing Dodge Ball. Of course, everyone started chucking the balls at Frank and I .
"Ow!" I yelled, as one of them had hit me hard in the head.
The teacher blew his whistle, signaling people to stop throwing, but no one did, and they kept throwing them at Frank, too.
I held onto my head, and some obnoxious guy actually kicked a ball at Frank, and it hit him right in the balls.
Someone then made a slur about how he would get a blow-job from me later on to make it better.
My head hurt me so much, that I was considering staying home the next day.
"You can't, baby." Frank said to me over the phone. "Tomorrow is the day that we go to that academic competition thing. I can't go alone, and my Mom won't let me stay at home."
I didn't want Frank to be alone with people from another school, so I agreed to go into school.
So the next day, I went with him and the class to a school about an ten minutes to compete in one of those dumb competition between schools to see which one is smarter. The school, to my surprise, was Belleville High School!
I knew it the second I had walked in the auditorium to the school that we were competing in. I had no idea why we weren't at Belleville High School, since we were competing against them, but we weren't there.
I had seen, to my disgust, Tim. I had no idea why he was there, because he wasn't smart at all. Then I realized that our whole class had went, smart or not, so that was probably why he was there. His whole class had went, too.
I took Frank's hand.
"What's wrong?" he asked.
"Nothing." I said. "I just wanna hold your hand. I'm not ashamed to."
Frank smiled and kissed my cheek.
We had decided that we didn't want to compete, and no one who didn't want to compete had to. So we just sat in the audience and I watched as people competed from my new school with the people from my old one.
I held Frank's hand as we sat there, and he was bing so sweet and cute as we sat there. He was running his thumb along my hand, and was tapping his foot on the ground, due to boredom.
"Let's find the bathroom." I whispered to him.
Frank smiled and we snuck out of the auditorium, which was easy.
We walked hand-in-hand as we looked for a bathroom.
Some girl from our school was talking to another from my old one.
"I know him." the girl from my old school said when she saw me.
"Yeah. Him and his boyfriend are so embarrassing." said the one from my new school.
I didn't care what she said, but I could tell that it was bothering Frank.
I kissed Frank's head as we walked.
"Just ignore them." said Frank.
"Dude, you go to a freakin' Catholic school now, and you still no like-a the ladies!"
The familiar voice from behind made me stop.
I turned around to see Tim.
"You stay the hell away from me." I said.
"You mean like what everyone else is doing?" asked Tim. "I heard that everyone from your school is so embarrassed to be around you two. You are like a disease or something. You prolly both have AIDS, anyway."
I started getting angry.
"I even heard that one teacher of yours talking about how you two are a disappointment to your school. You always were, though Gerard, even when you went to Belleville, before you found your little boy-toy. Now the two of you can be disappointments together." said Tim. "You sure as hell better hope your school wins this thing, or your school is going to go down in history as one of the most embarrassing schools in the country."
With that, Tim walked away.
What he had said hurt me more than the punches that he had given me in the stomach. It hurt worse than when he had thrown me on the floor. It hurt more than anything.
I couldn't think about it anymore though, because I had realized that Frank was no longer beside me, and I heard screaming coming from the auditorium.
I ran in the door that led backstage, to find that somehow, perhaps by chasing, Frank had gotten Tim through that door and on the stage, and Tim had just punched Frank in the eye.
I cried out and ran on the stage and pushed Tim off of the stage, him falling on top of the table that I had shoved him into as he crashed to the ground. The people that were on the stage had already ran off of it in fear.
Everyone was rushing besides Tim to see if he was okay, and virtually no one had even looked up at Frank on stage to see is he was okay.
Frank was laying down, and I sat him up. His eye was black-and-blue from the punch.
"Are you okay, Frank?" I asked, tears forming in my eyes.
"Yeah." said Frank, rubbing his head.
He moved his hand, and there was blood on it. His scalp must have been bleeding from falling.
"Can I get some help up here?" I called.
Everyone below the stage just looked at me. No one even said anything.
"What the hell is wrong with you people?" I yelled.
"What's wrong with you people?" asked some guy.
"There is nothing wrong with Frank and I! What, just because we are gay, no one wants to help us? Do you know how gross I think it is when I see a guy and a girl kissing? It's fuckin' sick! But I would still help you straight people out if one of you got hurt!" I said.
No one said anything, still.
"Gerard, it's okay." said Frank. "It's just a black eye and some blood. I'll live."
"That's not the point." I said, kissing Frank's forehead.
I took a box of tissues out from my pocket that I had carried around because of my cold and gave them to Frankie to help clot the blood.
"They don't understand, do they?" Frank whispered.
"No." I said.
Frank and I were fully aware that everyone could hear what we were saying. All eyes were on us.
"I don't care what any of them think about us, Frank." I said.
"Me either. And I never will." said Frank. "I don't need their help. I have you. I love you Gerard."
"I love you too, Frank."
Frank and I kissed right there on stage in front of all of the homophobes, and I got that feeling again. The feeling that no one else existed in the world besides us, yet at the same time, aware who was in the room.
As Frank and I kissed, I could hear people whispering and a few pretending to gag, but I didn't give a rat's ass. It didn't stop me from kissing my boyfriend with everything I had.
When we stopped, I helped Frank up and hugged him tightly. I knew that about a hundred of my classmates and teachers, old and new, had just watched me kiss a guy and tell him that I loved him. And you know what? I didn't care. I wasn't ashamed of it, not even an ounce. If anything, I was proud, because what I had was love, something that for some people is nearly impossible to find. It just happened to be with a guy.
I could see how disgusted everyone was, and my teachers were both that, and nervous, because the big-shot Superintendent of Schools was there to observe the students of the school and evaluate the teacher's performance due to the student's behavior. I wondered if this would hurt them...
I took Frank by the hand and walked off the stage with him, away from all of the people, as they watched us with disappointment, disgust, and maybe even a little bit of envy.
"Where are we going?" asked Frank.
"We are leaving. We are going to my house. Are you okay to walk?" I asked.
"Yeah, I'm fine. But we are just leaving during the school day. We are technically walking out. Is that okay?"
"Sure it is. They technically walked-out on us a long time ago. They abandoned us, so we are going to do the same to them."
I kissed Frank's hand.
"We can't leave forever, Gerard. Our parents will make us go back tomorrow." said Frank.
"Oh, I know." I said.
"And you know that there is no way that we changed their minds. We may even have it worse than before."
"I know. It won't be as worse than before I met you, though."
Frank smiled and kissed my cheek.
"That was sweet." he said.
"Thank you. You know what's sweet, though? Your ass." I said.
"Why thank you. So is yours...So what do you plan on doing at your house with me?" Frank asked.
"Oh, disappointing people." I said, smiling at Frank.
Frank gave me a confused look. Then he understood.
"Oh yeah. We're just one big disappointment, aren't we? Us being a couple. That ass comment was a disappointment to everyone, wasn't it?" asked Frank, smirking a bit.
"Yes it was. And every time we kiss we disappoint people."
"Well, I think I want you to 'disappoint' people by being with me a lot then."
I just smiled and the conversation between Frank and I got dirtier and kinkier as we proceeded to walk to my house. I didn't care if my Mom was home. I was going to walk into that house holding my boyfriend's hand, and there was nothing she could do about it.
"Come on, baby." I said to Frank when we reached my house. "Let's go inside and 'disappoint' the world."