Gerard;
Going to school the next day started off normal; me going to school early to just have some silence. I didn't get a chance at home yesterday to write about Frank and I's afternoon in town. Mikey wouldn't leave me alone, all he wanted to do was talk about his crush, he wouldn't let me leave the room for anything. From what I paid attention to, Ray, his crush, has the best sense of humor, loves the same video games and music as Mikey, is tall, but no as tall as Mikey, has an amazing 'fro, and is supposed to be coming to our house this weekend. Nice.
Frank Iero
Comic Store, Pet Store
What are the chances that I run into the guy I have been trying to talk to in town? At my favorite place of all time as well! He sure is interesting, I do want to be his friend, he just won't open up to me. Maybe it's a fear, or maybe he just doesn't like trusting people? Anyways. We went to NJ Pets and we played around with a bunch of the animals. I found out he really, really loves dogs. Like holy crap. I didn't get a chance to admire his love for animals as they had multiple cages with cats in them. I almost squealed, but instead ran over to them and studied the different coats. We got permission from the employee to hold and pet the animals and I ended up holding each cat, petting them all, giving them all my love. Then, in a stupid attempt at making Frank laugh, I started naming them all and giving reasons on why I named them that.
"Gina, because she's a sassy diva."
"Ginger... because she's orange."
"No offense, kitty, but you're going to be Adolf because of your mustache."
"Loki, because you're a mischievous little dude."
That went on for quite a while and Frank seemed to enjoy himself. While petting the dogs and bunnies, he would laugh to himself at the ridiculous names I was thinking of. Later on we decided to go and I invited Frank over, but he declined. Oddly enough, that had a greater affect on me than I thought it would..
As more people crowd the Biology classroom, I close my journal and put it in my bag.
Eventually the bell rings and the chatter dies down as Mr. Ashby enters the classroom, his usual aura of sassy, chipper, and playful radiating off him. "Today, my lovelies, we are going to have a free day because I'm feeling generous and, between you guys and me, I had a wonderful time last night and didn't think about getting my school stuff together. Sorry about that."
At that, we all get up and gather into our seperate cliques and start talking boisterously.
It took me longer than the other students to decide whether or not to talk to someone. Everyone else got up immediately and I'm still at my desk staring over at Frank, wondering if he'd be okay with me going over there and conversing with him.
I would stand up and walk myself over there, but every time we speak, the next day, hour, moment, second, his entire demeanor and attitude changes to... to spiteful. He gets so full of hate, whether it's real or not I don't know.
Eventually, meaning after five minutes, I decide to get up and see for myself if he's willing to talk. And either it's my lucky day or Hell froze over because when I tap his shoulder he stares up at me with a wide smile on his lips. "Hi," he says before I manage anything.
"Hey," I say back, pulling a desk over to sit in so I'm not just standing here like a doofus the entire hour.
He doesn't say anything back for a few minutes, three to be exact, but who's counting? When he does speak though, an oddly charming smirk is plastered on his pink lips and he glances his beautiful gaze back at Mr. Ashby before turning back to me and saying quietly, "What do you think Mr. Ashby was doing last night to make him forget his stuff?"
"Hm.. Maybe he got drunk?" I whisper. I'm betting my guess is incorrect though as Mr. Ashby is showing no signs of a hangover.
"I'm betting he got laid. I'm not exactly sure, it's hard to tell by his attitude because, damn, that man is always happy," Frank guesses, adding in his two cents. He's probably right, but who knows? "You know, I'm also pretty sure he's gay."
"There's nothing wrong with that," I fire back quickly, too quickly at that. My voice sounded defensive, almost panicked.
"I never said there was, it's just blatantly obvious." His voice came out deeper than usual, holding an odd tone. I can't place it, but it was definitely, dare I say, a turn on.
"Sorry, it's just, I'm gay and I don't like it much when people talk poorly of homosexuality, so, I get defensive the moment I think someone might be degrading the people," I explain, trying to make myself not seem like some weirdo, even though I am.
"No worries, man, I already knew that," he laughs. "You aren't the most obvious person, but you don't exactly try to hide it. Plus, my gaydar is fabulous," he says, still laughing. His shoulders shake, his eyes squint, his knows wrinkles up, his mouth stays in an an open-mouthed smile, and his cheeks burn red. It's a lovely sight, if I'm being honest. I've never seen him look so light.
"Yours must be better than mine because I can never tell," I admit. This is why I don't get boyfriends. I think the wrong people are gay, so I end up hopelessly flirting with a straight guy.
"Seriously? It's so easy for me," he says, a slight giggle in his words.
"How can you tell? What hints at it? I'm so tired of seeing an attractive guy, thinking he's gay, shamelessly flirting with him, and then, in the best case scenario, getting told their straight," I sigh.
"I honestly don't know, I can just tell. By the way, what's the worse case scenario while we're on that topic?"
"I got punched once," I say quietly. "He called me a fairy and said that if I ever talk to him again he'd rip my dick off and shove it up my own ass. It's safe to say I was pretty terrified."
"Ouch," he says, visibly wincing. "He did all that in public?"
"Oh, yeah, we were at a McDonald's," I inform him, chuckling a little. "He was waiting for his food and I took my chance. I haven't entered a McDonald's since."
"What if that's where all the hot gay guys hang around now?" He asks.
"That was literally a month ago, I don't think much has changed," I chuckle.
"Damn. We should go guy-hunting then. With my amazing gaydar and your looks, you'll get a guy in no time!" He proclaims, pounding a fist on the top of his desk.
My breath catches at what he says, although I don't think he realizes himself what he just blurted. "My looks, huh?" I don't say it as cockily as I would of liked to. I sounded more nervous than anything. The truth? I don't want to go guy-hunting. Even though I definitely would've preferred not to, I've caught some slight feelings for Frank.
"Well, uh, I mean, you aren't exactly unattractive." He mumbles, his playful demeanor now gone, his hazel eyes trained on the desk top where his closed fist is still sat.
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