Mr. Way, age 27, is a creative writing teacher. Frank Iero, age 18, is his favorite student. Frank is bullied repeatedly, and though it really doesn't bother him that much anymore, who but Mr. Way would be his protector and only friend? Things get c...
We entered a very petite yet cute coffee shop. It was called Small Paris. I looked over at my date to see him smiling at me. I smiled back, watching him look away and guide me to the counter. I looked at the extensive menu and heard him ordering 'his usual with today's special'. I ordered some tea that was too hard to pronounce and had to have to point out, said to me correctly, and on which I repeated quite wrong. With the weird French tea, I had ordered a 'wild berry crepe'. We paid and sat down with a plastic number.
"What do you think?" I heard him ask.
"It's so cute. I'm guessing from how you said 'your usual' that you come here often?" I chuckled.
He giggled, "Yeah. It's my home away from home. I'm glad you like it."
We chatted for a little bit. I noticed how his body language was when we were chatting. He kept pushing his hair back, messing with his sleeves, crossing his legs, and looking down if I said something 'cute'. Our friendship had become so strange to me that I had forgotten he was my teacher. He didn't even seem like my teacher at this point. We had inside jokes, talked on the phone, and hung out a lot.
"I meant to say this when I first saw you, but you look really nice today. It was a surprise to see you in something so casual." I said, taking a sip of my unpronounceable tea.
"Really? I almost changed..." He looked away.
"No, no. You look great. I mean you generally always do. I couldn't pull off half of the things you wear," I paused, "...too complicated to take off..."
He was taking a drink of his coffee and choked, "Frank!"
I laughed, "I couldn't help it! I saw the chance and I took it!"
His face was bright red and that made me laugh even harder. Our food came and I was still laughing. He apologized on my behalf and the chick simply chuckled and said it was fine. When I had finally stopped, he looked like he was on the verge of slapping me. But when I made eye contact with him, his expression softened and he went to his food. I dug into mine and on the first bite, I was extremely pleased.
"Good?" He asked.
"Fucking amazing..." I sighed.
We ate and talked about this and that. At one point I had slipped up on my words and called him 'Gerald'. He thought it was the funniest thing in the world. Another awkward thing happened as well. I adjusted my legs and had grazed his leg with my foot. He stopped in his tracks and lifted a questioning eyebrow at me. He did it back, watching me turn pink in embarrassment.
The fair was really cool. I saw a lot of gay/lesbian couples and a few of them waved at us. We went to this one booth where we got a few pins and things. I got a pin that I thought was really funny. It wasn't really related to what their whole thing was about, but they explained that this was how her daughter made extra cash, so I took it, laughing. It was a yellow pin that said "encourage lesbianism".
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