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Me and Gerard Way had never been the best of friends, but we weren't enemies either. And we were more than acquaintances considering we talked every day, but never more than pleasantries or small talk. We saw each other every morning and every afternoon because our spots in the school parking lot were right next to each other. My generic car looked like trash compared to his though. Gerard had an 81 Impala, jet black, and more flawless then Gerard's girlfriend, Lindsey's, face. Anyways let's say we were...friendly, at least until one day in March of senior year...
The final bell had rung, and I had walked out to my car to find Gerard leaning against his, smoking like he was the bad boy in literally any high school movie ever. It wasn't unusual for him to do this, but something had been off about him that day.
I had already thrown in my backpack in the backseat of my shitty used Honda Civic when he finally spoke up.
"Lindsey cheated on me." he said matter-of-factly, like he had no feelings on the subject.
"That sucks man, I'm sorry." I said, not entirely sure what else I could've said.
"Don't apologize. You didn't do anything," he took a drag of his cigarette before continuing, "What makes it even worse, though, is that she cheated on me with Bert of all people. I mean, who the fuck cheats on someone with their ex?" His ex?
"I didn't know you were gay." I said, a stupid look on my face.
"That's cause I'm not,"
"Huh? But I thought you said Bert was your ex?"
"I'm pansexual, Frank."
"Oh." I felt stupid for not remembering that that was a thing. I was totally fine with Gerard not being straight, I mean I'd be a total hypocrite if I wasn't, but Bert? Bert McCraken was Belleville High's resident crackhead; at least he was before he got expelled for snorting a line of cocaine in the bathroom. I'd never talked to him, but he seemed like a pretty cool guy.
We stood there in silence for what seemed like forever, but in reality was only like 45 seconds. Gerard's lack of emotion towards his girlfriend cheating on him had thrown me off, and my brain hadn't been working properly because of it.
" so...um..." I coughed pointedly to try to convey that I didn't know what to say. But apparently I didn't have to because the next thing I knew, Gerard had me pinned up against my car with his body, his cigarette still in his hand, dangerously close to setting my hair on fire.
"G-Gerard what are you-" I barely had time time to stutter out before Gerard's lips crashed onto mine, his tongue instantly darting out to gain entrance to my mouth. Which I gave him immediately because I was a horny, gay, teenager, and I'd always thought Gerard was pretty hot. Our tongues danced for a few more seconds before Gerard pulled away abruptly, his face still hovering a few inches above mine.
"Bye, Frank." He whispered, his warm breath tickling my face. He smirked a little before getting in his gorgeous car and driving away, leaving me standing there, confused and a little turned on, the taste of coffee and cigarettes still on my tongue.
I'll admit that I'd enjoyed that a great deal, but who wouldn't have? Gerard was one of the most popular guys in school, fucking hot as fucking hell, and, apparently, a phenomenal kisser. Everyone in the school either wanted to be Gerard, or just wanted him in general, and I could see why. His almost shoulder length black hair looked soft as shit, not to mention his perfect fucking body, and his gorgeous hazel eyes, which looked a bit like my own to be honest, but his were much greener and had a certain sparkle to them that mine lacked. And his girlfriend- ex girlfriend I supposed- was fucking flawless. Even I wouldn't object to fucking her and I really don't swing that way.
Once the shock that had frozen me in place faded away, I got in my car, putting the keys in the ignition and starting it up. As I drove away, I could've sworn I saw one Jamia Nestor, Lindsey's best friend, out of the corner of my eye.
***
My heart was still beating at an abnormal pace by the time I pulled into my driveway ten minutes later. I was still confused, too. Why the fuck had he kissed me? I mean, the guy hadn't even seemed upset that his girlfriend cheated on him, so it couldn't have been for revenge. Maybe he'd been planning of breaking up with her anyway? Was it possible that Gerard-
"Frankie? Is that you?" My mother's shrill voice interrupted my thoughts the second I set foot through the doorway.
"Yeah, mom, it's me." I sighed frustratedly, and slipped off my vans with a practiced ease.
"Did you have a good day?"
"Yeah, mom." I called as I made for the attic- which also happened to be my bedroom. If only she knew just how true that statement was.
-liked me? He couldn't have...could he? I mean he was Mr. Popular, and I was just the loser with a dumb haircut. He'd never been without a girlfriend, and I'd never been with one. And not just because I was gay. Hell, I'd hardly even kissed anybody other than my ex, unless you count a shitty game of Spin the Bottle in 7th grade. And, okay, I might've had a huge crush on Gerard since like the 9th grade, but I'd always known nothing could've ever come from it because he was gorgeous, popular, and most importantly, straight. Or at least I'd thought that he was. But even now that I'd known that he wasn't exactly straight, he was still gorgeous and popular, and I just wasn't . If you asked me, I looked like a greasy Italian rat, and Gerard looked like, I don't know, Jesus or some shit. Geesus, if you will. But what if, against all evidence, he had liked me? If he hadn't, why did he kiss me like that? Like he really wanted me. Just thinking about the way he'd kissed me had set my heart beating like a snare drum once again, jolting me out of my Gerard-induced daze. I sighed frustratedly, yet again, and moved off of my bed over to my desk to start my dreaded 6-page paper on the effects of the Renaissance on Northern Europe. Fun. And to make matters worse, I had to do the whole thing while avoiding thinking about Gerard, which was especially difficult given the nature of the Renaissance, which was very artistic, and you know who just happened to be the most artistic motherfucker on the planet? Gerard.
***
I'd almost dreaded going to school the next morning, if only for the imminent awkwardness between Gerard and I upon arrival. I'd expected the awkward side glances and the mutual ignorance of the subject at hand. What I had not expected, however, was that the fucker had the audacity to kiss me again . But that time there were people around. Witnesses to Gerard fucking Way fucking kissing me like he did it all the fucking time. Great. Fan-fucking-tastic. And it'd totally helped that it wasn't a short and sweet kiss either. It was just like the other one, but, if anything, more passionate. Please note my extreme sarcasm.
My face was as red as a baboon's ass by the time Gerard pulled away. A disappointed whine escaped my mouth before I had the chance to even think about stopping it. Gerard didn't comment on the pathetic noise I had just made, but instead just smirked.
"So is this like a thing now or..." I said, my face screwed up in confusion disguised as humor, and somehow redder than a baboon's ass. If a baboon's ass and a firetruck somehow fucked, and, by some weird miracle shit, had a baby, it'd be my face at that moment.
"I don't know." Gerard dismissed me with a wave of his hand, and walked away without a second glance. I had to go that way too, but I didn't want to add any unnecessary awkwardness to the situation, so I waited a few minutes. Everyone was staring at me, and they were still staring at me as I walked to math.
I'd never paid much attention in math, so it wasn't that different when I spent the period daydreaming about Gerard and taking half assed notes. I was kind of glad for Stagecraft though because it forced my attention to the power tools in my hands and the noise drove all thoughts of Gerard's lips on mine away. But the droning voice of the narrator of our audiobook in English class invited them back in.
It had gotten harder to believe that Gerard had only kissed me to get back at Lindsey now that he had kissed me twice. But maybe he wanted it to get around the whole school? No, that couldn't be it. His friends were all homophobic super-jocks, and wouldn't take the fact that he wasn't exactly straight well. Fuck. The entire school definitely knows that Gerard kissed me by now. And the fact that it was me didn't help because not only was I 1. a guy, and 2. one of the only out gay kids, but I was also 3. a loser. Why the fuck would he risk basically everything just to kiss me? If he'd just wanted revenge on Lindsey, yesterday, with only Jamia around to see, would have been enough. Jamia, who would tell Lindsey, who wouldn't tell anyone else. While she may have cheated on him, I knew she was a good person, and still cared about Gerard too much to do something like that to him. And Gerard knew that, obviously, because he's not stupid. He was something of a genius, actually. But that meant that Gerard must've done it because he really...wanted to? I couldn't even fathom the idea.
I don't think I'd ever been more glad for lunch. My friends could take my mind off Gerard, if only for the 35 minutes of lunch anyway. It had to do until I could talk to him myself, which I'd decided I was going to do via unconscious decision.
"Frank!" The, what can only be described as, loud voice of one of my best friends, Pete, exclaimed the moment I sat down at our table.
"What?"
"A little birdie told me," Pete paused to wink a Brendon, another one my best friends, who I'd liked to call Mr. Forehead if he was pissing me off. Which he usually was. But the gesture went unnoticed by Brendon because he was to busy making love eyes his boyfriend, Ryan.
"Well, more like two little love birdies," Brendon tore his eyes away from Ryan to shoot Pete a dirty look. Pete rolled his eyes and continued, "Anyway, they told me that you were seen kissing Gerard Way this morning. Is this true?"
"Well..." I started.
"Oh. My. Jesus. It is true! I totally didn't believe it but it's true!" Pete was nearly vibrating with excitement.
"But technically he kissed me ."
"That's true. I saw it with my own two eyes." Ryan said, finally speaking up.
"Wait so, Gerard Way, the Gerard Way, one of the most popular guys in school, that Gerard Way, kissed you? " I nodded, "Why?" I just shrugged, not wanting to voice my suspicions.
"Man, his friends are going to give really give him shit over that when they get back."
"Get back? Where are they?"
"At some football conference or something." I sighed, immense relief overcoming me, which was quickly ruined by a twinge of fear for the future. Because they will come back, probably soon, and they will find out, and they will indeed give Gerard shit, and then everything will be, really and totally, fucked.
***
My last class of they day did not give me the distractions I was looking for. All we did was watch The Great British Baking Show. I wasn't particularly fond of The Great British Baking Show, so, of course, I spent the entire period daydreaming about Gerard, again. I seemed like that's all I did that day. I'd decided that I was going to confront Gerard, ask him why he keeps kissing me, and see where it goes from there, immediately after class.
The second the final bell rang, I bolted out of the door in hopes that I could make it to my car before Gerard got there. My hopes were not in vain, because he was nowhere to been seen when I unlocked my car, threw my bag in the backseat, and positioned myself against my car, trying to radiate the confidence that I so desperately lacked.
Gerard walked out of the front doors of the school and, before I was even remotely ready, approached his own car the same way he did every day. Of fucking course he was still ignoring the subject.
"Aren't you going to kiss me again?" I asked, my voice emanating my obviously fake confidence.
"I wasn't planning on it. Why, did you want me to?" Gerard said, not even giving me time to answer before getting in his car. I didn't even have to think before throwing open the passenger door, and climbing in just as he started to pull out of his spot.
"Frank? What the fuck?" Gerard's face was confused, but intrigued. My heart started pounding in my chest. This was it. If my suspicions were correct, which I assumed they were, things were about to get very, very good. and then very, very bad.
"Look, Gerard, we need to talk."