I Promise I'll Look After You

Run

{Gerard's POV}

The bell rang.

"Come on, Gee!" Taylor grinned, "It's time for music!"

I had missed music yesterday so I was glad I had it again today.

It was one of the only lessons I enjoyed.

Taylor linked arms with me and started dragging me off in the direction of the Performing Arts building.

Maisie soon caught up with us and was walking alongside me.

Taylor surprised me though by stopping in her tracks.

"Hurry up, Frank!" She called in his direction.

Wait, Frank took music too?

Taylor waited for Frank to catch up and then linked arms with him too so we were on either side of her.

The walk to the building was silent, apart from the odd comment from Taylor.

Maisie ignored everything Taylor had to say.

Something really was bothering her and I was itching to ask her about it.

But not until it was just the two of us.

"See ya, hun!" Taylor blew a kiss to us each before skipping off to her BTEC class.

She left us stranded in the corridor.

"Oh yeah, Gee. Frank takes GCSE too," Maisie finally spoke up.

"Yeah," Frank smiled.

I nodded before Maisie lead us to our class.

"Good to see you're back, Gerard," Mrs Wells, my music teacher, smiled as I walked through the door.

I returned her smile before following Maisie to our usual seats.

We didn't have a very big class.

In fact, the class almost had to be cancelled because there wasn't enough students interested.

Luckily it didn't though.

I loved music.

Maisie and I usually sat on a table by ourselves so it was weird when Frank slid into the seat across from me.

He sent me a sheepish smile that I returned.

"Okay!" Mrs Wells signalled, "Since we did some work on composition yesterday, you have the whole hour today to work on performing."

Maisie turned to me, "See what you missed, you lucky duck!"

I half smiled.

Neither of us enjoyed composition at the moment.

I loved writing my own music. I just didn't like the projects our teacher set us.

Everyone got up and grabbed their various instruments or song lyrics.

Frank was up in a flash.

I found myself wondering what instrument he played.

I watched him curiously as he crossed the floor to the guitars.

I should have known.

He had a guitarist feel about him.

If that was a thing.

Maisie was back down next to me now, the usual acoustic in her arms.

"Where's Frank?" She didn't seem to want to know the answer.