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Is it hard understanding	By : screwthisimouttahere Category: My Chemical Romance > AU - Alternate Universe Views: 1063 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: i do not own the frerard fandom, nor do i know My Chemical Romance, Gerard Way, Frank Iero or Mikey Way. i do not make any profit from this story and it is completely fiction.

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Chapter 3
All you need is love? (FPOV)
“What do you feel when you’re in love?” Mr. Newton asked.
“Butterflies in your tummy!”
“Sweaty hands!”
“Your heart racing!”
“A boner!” everyone laughed at that, and of course it was one of the brainless jocks that couldn’t spell love if their life depended on it. But that question got me thinking, what are you supposed to feel when you’re in love? What do I feel? Am I in love? I began thinking, I mean I’ve with Lyn for over two years, 2 years and 2 months to be precise, and when we began dating I really liked her, she’s very pretty and funny and she kinda gets me, but I’ve seen the other relationships and how they progress and usually at the month or two they have sex or even earlier… we still haven’t, and normally at the third month they say they love each other, and so it progresses.
I was listening to the answers of my classmates… I never felt butterflies, I don’t know the feeling, I have never had it. My hands were never sweaty… my heart never raced… so if I never felt those things, did that mean I wasn’t in love? Was she in love with me? She would have told me, right? Was our relationship healthy?
I was suddenly realizing as I left Mr. Newton’s class that I didn’t know how I felt… about anything.
Meanwhile flickers of alabaster hair roamed my head giving me a tingly feeling, like my torso had gone numb, you know that feeling? Like fucking ants are crawling all over you? Yeah, that one… ugh… I’m so fucking tired! I really need some caffeine, I can't believe I ran out of my house without a cup of coffee in my system. I mean at first its just tiredness, but now its like full-blown withdrawal. I know how that sounds, but seriously, coffee is my drug, it’s the only thing that gets me through the day.
I had a couple more classes before my favourite one rolled around… music. And by this point I was practically a zombie, and why didn’t I get some coffee from the school cafeteria or something you ask? Because they fucking took it away, that’s why. I mourned that day… like literally mourned, you could say I almost cried. That day I went straight from school to a wall-mart to buy a portable coffee mug which has been since then practically glued to my hand, but of course I forgot all about it this morning having to run out to catch the damn bus in time.
And now I was in a grumpy mood, but having music made my day a little better, plus after music we had lunch and that meant I got to see Lyn. I noticed the warm feeling in my stomach, the tingling, disappeared. That was wrong, the tingling should begin and get heightened whenever I thought of her, not the other way around.
Nah I’m just being paranoid… it’s the lack of coffee… and sleep, yeah that’s what I need, I need to sleep, and to see her. I’m probably just being super panicky because I’m subconsciously freaking out I won’t get to see her as much this year… yeah…that’s exactly it.
I smiled at my deep insight knowing it was the most probable scenario as I entered the music room.
There was another thing that made me smile. I closed my eyes as the sweet scent wafted through the air. I felt myself moving toward the sweet smell, coffee… mmm… and something else, something I couldn’t quite put my finger on, but the mixture was intoxicating… it was mouth-watering… I wanted to taste it… if the smell could be so appealing I could only imagine the taste.
Suddenly I bumped into someone, snapping my eyes open, being forced back into reality. I recognized the hair as he turned around, his expression mirroring mine of shock. The scent was stronger here and I looked down to a portable mug of coffee he was holding in his left hand.
A moan escaped my mouth at the scene, and I heard a chuckle come from him. He extended his left hand putting the mug near my chest, “Hey you want some?”
I looked up at him, he was smiling, and that made the tingling in my stomach grow stronger, almost making me sick.
“Umm…wait what?” I couldn’t think straight, and I couldn’t fathom that a stranger would sacrifice precious coffee for another stranger… plus the smell was making me dizzy, what the hell is that smell?!
“I asked you if maybe you wanted some coffee? I know that look, and withdrawal is a hard process to go through.” he said chuckling.
Somehow everything he said was droned like we were underwater, and I couldn’t stop staring at his hazel eyes… I think I’m going to be sick, I’m dizzy and out of it, maybe I have the flu? “Umm… sure yeah, thanks!” I tried to answer coherently as I took the mug from him and lifted it to my nose.
I sniffed at the lid trying to envelope myself in the intoxicating smell, but was extremely disappointed to realize it just smelled like coffee and nothing special.
“Everything okay? Its black…” he said suddenly with a questioning look on his face taking me away from my thoughts.
“Yeah, no, great! Thanks!” I said as I took a sip of the hot liquid and felt it burn deliciously my tongue and throat. The taste was strangely familiar, it was exactly how I took it, and only my mum knew how to do it… I smiled and couldn’t help another moan escaping me at the sheer pleasure of the caffeine kicking in.
I took a second sip reveling in the taste and opened my eyes to unfortunately give it back to its rightful owner. He was gaping at me and when I our eyes met he shook his head and closed his mouth. I normally would’ve laughed at the scene, but suddenly I noticed how close we were. Since I bumped into him we hadn’t separated, so we were very close, and the scent that had hypnotized me before, hit me once again making me numb.
“Uh… hey…umm… tha-thanks for the…um… coffee… yeah uh… here…” I stammered as I tried to extend my hand to return him his mug.
He broke the stare to look down at the coffee in my hand, “Hey, why don’t you keep that? Its my third cup today and you look like you could really use it.” he looked back up at me smiling, but a frown formed on his face.
He lifted his hand to my head and carefully moved my hair to the side, he stared at my forehead with concern and very delicately touched it. I winced at the pain remembering the bump I had gotten from the door. He looked me in the eyes with concern in his face, but I couldn’t think of anything that wasn’t his fingers lightly posed on my forehead. It was like an electric shock that made the ants in my stomach go wild.
“I bumped into my bedroom door this morning.” I blurted out.
He smiled sweetly then combed my hair back into its original position, just then the teacher came in an ask us to be seated, so he turned around and went to take a seat. I stood there dumbfounded staring at him until the teacher cleared her throat and I realized I was the only one left standing so I walked towards an empty seat.
The class flew by with the introduction of the new teacher and the planning of the year, she explained what the exam would consist of and that we were allowed to work in pairs or groups as long as the amount of work was equal for everyone. I personally didn’t pay much attention and just looked forward for the end of the day.
I think I’ll skip after lunch, my mind is just off… I think I’m getting sick… it will be better to just go home and lay down. The bell rang and I bolted from the class not looking back.
I walked in the cafeteria to see Lyn on our usual table sitting with her friends, suddenly I froze, I saw her excitedly get up and run towards someone, it was the guy with black hair, the guy from the bus. I cant believe I still don’t know his name. She looked exited and almost flirty, he looked awkward and uncomfortable, and I felt so jealous, like I was about to go and punch one of them… who, I didn’t know. I decided to just skip lunch all together and just go home.
As I walked home I tried not to think of anything, my mind was fuzzy and it was confusing me, so I just grabbed my ipod and hit play blasting the music to cover my thoughts. The walk home was very long but it helped to clear my head. As the music entered and filled my ears, I felt like my whole brain was swimming in words that made me smile despite the darkness of the lyrics. I took a small detour because I wasn’t quite ready to be home yet, and as I walked I let my mind wonder to whatever the hell was in my brain at the moment. Flashes began to appear, feelings of electricity, the tingly feeling I had never felt before, and the common factor that was the new guy…
I started thinking of him. The way his looks made me feel, the way his touch made me shiver, how his voice was like warm honey, and how no one’s ever made me feel that way… much less having known them for less that 5 hours. The thing is, I wasn’t gay… Pff! Yeah right… me? Gay? No way! So where was this coming from? I mean could I be like gay without knowing it? Could I really be attracted to this guy? And if I was, what was there to do? I mean he wasn’t gay and coming out when I wasn’t even sure and for a guy who would run away from me the second he knew would be social suicide.
I’m fucked aren’t I… yep… royally and completely fucked…
Just like with Lyn, I felt him before I saw him, the smell… jesus! I have got to find out what is it he wears, because it's too much, I could have a boner from his scent alone! Then I felt his hand on my shoulder so I turned around not surprised at all to find him standing there, smiling… it made me smile too. I took my headphones off and paused my music.
“Hey…”
“Hi… umm… sorry to bother you, I just saw you and… I’m assuming you’re skipping school as well?” he said looking at the floor, he seemed shy and it was adorable. It’s so weird to think of a guy as ‘adorable’, seems wrong to me, but its how I feel and it feels worse to deny it to myself.
“Uh… yeah… for a first day it was kind of overwhelming.” a chuckle escaped me.
“Yeah I know what you mean.” he said looking at his feet.
There was an uncomfortable silence, he kept opening his mouth like he wanted to say something, but he never did, nor his eyes left the floor. Suddenly I felt like maybe I should say something, the thing is, I didn’t know what… I mean he approached me, right?
“Hey, was there like something you needed maybe?” I said as politely as possible, his presence was making me nervous and I couldn’t stand the silence anymore.
He sighed and looked up at me, “No, not really… sorry I bothered you… I-I should… be going now…” he said pointing behind him to a tree with a messenger bag near it and books scattered on the grass.
He quickly turned around and headed towards the tree, scratching his neck, head down, mumbling something. I was confused and sad to watch him leave, I mean he must have come to me for a reason right? I opened my mouth to call him back, but I realized I didn’t have anything concrete to tell him either. Maybe just chat? But that was weird I mean I didn’t even know the guy.
“Hey!” I called out to him. He turned around, surprise written all over his face.
“What’s your name?” I asked him, biting my lip, maybe I was being too forward?
I saw him smirk and look at the floor before answering, “Gerard…” he said with a grin on his face walking back towards me with his hand extended. “Gerard Way… you?”
I couldn’t help but smile back as I went to shake his hand. The second our hands touched I lost my breath, and let out a barely audible “Frank…”
“Frank…?” he repeated after me.
“Uh, yeah… Frank, Frank Iero…” it sounded like a question. Fuck! I’m such a fucking idiot! He’s going to think you’re fucking rtarded or something! Jesus!
“…Iero” he said smiling.
“Wha-what…?” Fuck! Pay attention you effin twat!
“I said, nice to meet you Frank Iero” he repeated very slowly, Great! He thinks I’m slow now… but he was smiling, and still shaking my hand.
I smiled back “Nice to meet you too Gerard."
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