It was motherfucking parents evening and Frank was shitting himself. It was just the fact that this happened to be Frank's first ever parents evening in which he was actually the teacher and not the student sat in a chair beside their parents regretting their entire life as their geography teacher rattled on about how they could be benefit from participating more in class discussions, and all that other generic feedback that teachers gave parents on parents evening.

The fact of the matter was, however, that Frank really just didn't know the generic feedback to parents responses, which perhaps left him to actually offering genuine criticisms and feedback based on the work of his students, which was perhaps a better idea, or well, it should have been. And indeed, it would have been an absolutely fucking fantastic idea if Frank didn't find himself in the situation of realising that they'd hardly done any work all year, and that they only criticisms he had on mind to offer his students were for that kid with the green hair to dye his hair a colour that doesn't make him look like he's going mouldy, and for Megan Clifford to stop pretending she liked the Smiths.

Megan's indie phase was somehow, fucking somehow worse than her 5SOS obsession, which was something that Frank had thought impossible: having heard her talk about Michael Clifford's hair for twenty six minutes straight once, which was certainly... well... Frank wasn't sure that impressive was the right word, but it surely was something.

It was just the fact that Megan was somehow convinced that the lead singer of the Smiths was called Michael Smith, which was something Frank simply dared not to question, and as he did in regards to most things regarding Megan, he just shook his head, took a step back and tried not to think about it.

After all, Frank definitely had bigger things to worry about on the night of parents evening than Megan's indie phase. Like, as to how good Megan actually was at English, for example, because in truth, he had no fucking idea.

"You're worrying again, aren't you?" Gerard made his way into the corner of the staff room which Frank was hiding in: offering him a reassuring smile as he placed two mugs of coffee down onto the table, and took his place on the sofa beside his totally platonic housemate, who he just happened to think was really cute and generally wonderful in every way.

"Mmm..." Frank gave a nod and a sigh, before leaning back into the sofa, and missing slightly as his head fell back onto Gerard's shoulder, but the thing was that really, neither Gerard nor Frank really minded. And it was just far too much effort to move right now. "Perhaps."

Gerard sighed, moving closer into Frank, and somehow that wasn't weird, or anything - that was just them: these two gay guys who lived together and practically cuddled sometimes but still weren't dating. Gerard wondered sometimes if he should try to make more of a move on Frank, but he definitely didn't want to risk upsetting him somehow, which was a very real possibility considering that the whole Max situation was still something very relevant in Frank's life, or ending up making it all awkward somehow, because he just scared about Frank far too much as a person to risk any of that.

"It's going to be fine." Gerard reassured him: having worked at the school for several years now and finding that he just what he was doing, well, in comparison to the rest of the teachers who worked there - not that that was really saying anything. "Just look at their grades and their targets and comment upon them. Be like, oh-..." Gerard paused for a moment, "who do you teach?- Megan. Oh, Megan's target is an A but she's a B, which means she's on the way but she just needs that extra little push. Does she do extra revision at home?" Gerard met Frank's eyes, "just that kind of bullshit. You can say the exact same thing to each parent if you want, no one's going to know."

"But that feels like bullshit. Megan's parents can see her grade by looking in her book, they don't need me to tell her that. They know she needs to revise. They don't need me to tell them that. I want to say something that actually means something, you know? Like, I work here but I don't want to be that shit of a teacher, like- I mean... I just don't know. Maybe we should have actually done some work in class." Frank let out a groan.

Gerard's lips turned up into a smile. "Let me tell you a little secret here, you can do fuck all for the most part, but for the week or two leading up to parents evening, make them do work, make them do an assessment, and then you'll know what to say."

"Bit late now, isn't it?" Frank groaned: regretting his entire existence and every choice he'd ever made.

"Next time." Gerard told him with a smile. "But trust me, it's going to be fine. It doesn't matter if you don't know to what degree of accuracy Megan Clifford can use a semicolon off the top of her head." Gerard took a moment to pause: letting a smile creep over his lips. "Anyway, if you really want to know, you could just read Megan's fanfiction, you know?"

"What?" Frank exclaimed, his eyes widening in horror as he watched Gerard take his cellphone from his pocket and tap at the screen for a minute or so, before placing the phone in Frank's hands. "Beside You..." Frank read aloud: his tone breathy and with disbelief. "Meg..ch- Megc- Is that her and Michael Clifford?" He exclaimed in shock as he zoomed in on the cover of the fanfiction. "Oh my god did she just put her head onto this in PicCollage, I'm-"

"Wonderful, don't you think?" Gerard let out a grin, leaning back into Frank.

"Who told you about this?" Frank asked as he began to assess his entire life.

"Megan told me herself." Gerard laughed a little as he watched Frank's expression shift into one of true horror as he read the first paragraph aloud:

"Michael Clifford is getting pissed. His life is awful and he wants to die." Frank paused and glanced up at Gerard in disbelief, before his face fell into a smile at the sight of Gerard's. "Is this about me right now thinking about parents evening?"

Gerard gave him a gentle shove. "Shut up." He sighed slightly, "you don't want to die. Please tell me you don't want to die." Gerard looked down at him all concerned, bright eyes, and lips slightly parted.

"No." Frank uttered: his eyes lost in Gerard's. "Of course not."

-

It was motherfucking parents evening and Ryan was shitting himself. He was also stoned as fuck, but this was Ryan Ross - when was he not stoned as fuck?

Ryan and Megan were sat on the grass outside the front of the school building, preparing themselves for the joint funeral they had organised together, because their parents were definitely going to kill them after this was through, as they had found themselves just that little bit less focused on school than they should have been.

Megan had been putting most of her time and effort into her quality youtube channel (xxmegancliffordxx), which now had over three hundred subscribers, which was something she bragged about on a daily basis, along with her wattpad account (also xxmegancliffordxx), on which she regularly updated her many fantastic revolutionising works of modern literature, such as 'Forbidden Love', a Brenyan story, which Ryan had spent a good week kinkshaming her for writing until Megan had looked at his internet history, and well, that had made him quite the hypocrite. And of course, her constant stalking of Michael via all of his social media accounts.

Whereas Ryan had spent a lot of time being stoned, and a lot of time sucking Mr Urie's dick, and even greater proportion of time sucking Mr Urie's dick whilst he was stoned. And then he also did stupid shit like setting bushes on fire and entering his geography classroom through the window just because he could.

"Megan," Ryan began, leaning back against the very stable and totally not actually fucking hollow, like seriously what the fuck, walls of the school building.

"Yeah?" She asked, considering pausing her music to listen to him, but she'd already taken one earphone out, and therefore she was technically only listening to half of the music, so she was really only listening to 2.5 Seconds Of Summer, and she was absolutely not ready to make any further sacrifices for Ryan Ross.

"Would it be really stupid to sit right outside the school and smoke weed?" He asked: meeting Megan with the glance that confirmed the fact that this absolutely was not a hypothetical question.

"Let's go round the back." Megan let out a sigh before getting to her feet and pulling Ryan up with her: dragging him around the back of the building before he could start rolling himself a joint in front of all the parents walking into the school building.

Ryan's mum and Megan's parents were already inside somewhere, likely even talking to teachers at this moment, but the two had managed to make a daring escape to sit outside and regret their entire existence, which had been Ryan's idea as it always was. The truth was that it had only just dawned upon Ryan just how awkward the conversation his mum wanted to have with Mr Urie would be with him present.

It wasn't that Ryan didn't believe in Brendon's evident professional teaching expertise, it was just that he didn't believe in Brendon's ability not to accidentally let slip to Ryan's mum that her son sucked his dick on a regular basis. Although, Ryan certainly wasn't saying that Brendon was any kind of professional teacher by any means, but Brendon was trying, and Ryan had to give him credit for that.

"You know..." Ryan began to speak as he rolled himself a joint: the two now sat safely out of view at the back of the building.

"Yeah?" Megan asked: trying not to get too pissed off with the fact that every word Ryan said interrupted her 5SOS suffering experience.

"Brendon changed my grades on the school system for me. So I'd look less shit." Ryan gave her a look: watching as Megan's face exploded in disbelief. "It's kind of sweet, don't you think?"

"Holy fuck, Ryan, you have to get him to do that for me." Megan exclaimed: practically shouting at this point, which was doing wonders for them, considering the fact that they'd specifically moved as to ensure that people didn't notice them.

"Maybe." Ryan gave a shrug. "He was real nice about it. Gave me a B in art."

"You don't even do art!"

"I know." Ryan's lips curled up into a grin. "This sounds dumb, you know, but, I- I think... I think... I..." Ryan found his words freezing in his throat. In fact, he found his whole body freezing all over as the fire door just a few metres away from opened and his mother walked out.

And perhaps the whole hiding from her thing wouldn't have been so bad if she hadn't had caught him literally sat smoking weed with Megan.

Megan gave Ryan's mum a smile and a wave, "hey Ryan's mum- oh..." her eyes widened as they fell upon the weed in Ryan's hand.

"Ryan, what are you doing with the weed, I-" Ryan's mum began to yell, but Megan found it her duty to interrupt and save the day, as Ryan stood there: eyes wide, and severely stoned.

"We're just doing some... weeding, some gardening. You know? Healthy living, sustaining the planet and all that."

It appeared that Megan's response had left her to give up on life entirely and she simply slammed the door shut behind her as she walked back into school. In Megan's eyes, this was one hell of a success, but Ryan really did not share her beliefs.

-

Perhaps Brendon, being the responsible headteacher he was, should have been disappointed in Ryan for being visibly stoned when his mother dragged him into his office for them to talk, but the thing was, well, Brendon didn't feel like there was much point to hypocrisy right now.

He reckoned you just couldn't blame him for being stoned - it was parents evening, after all, and Brendon Urie was absolutely spectacular at dealing with responsibility and expectations, as he was demonstrating, by ensuring the drawer containing his weed was firmly locked, in case for some reason someone decided to do some sort of search through his office, which would be highly unlikely, but Brendon was just that little bit too stoned to really think about things realistically anymore.

He took a moment just to breathe and remind himself what was going on, and what he was supposed to achieve throughout the course of this meeting: some bullshit about coming to agree with Ryan's mother that her son did actually have some hope for doing well in life, which was something that Brendon firmly believed in, and he would have been pretty prepared to fight her on this, but he found himself just that little bit too stoned.

It wasn't Brendon's fault- okay, well, it really was, but he didn't react well under pressure and stress, which of course meant that he was absolutely perfect for his job in running an entire high school.

He shrugged it off; he wasn't that stoned, it'd be fine. Absolutely fucking fine - he just had to avoid the topic of Ryan's dick and the fact that they were having sex on a regular basis, which sounded fairly easy, but Brendon was only just remembering just how useless being stoned made him- okay, maybe this was an absolutely horrific idea, but at least Ryan couldn't criticise him for it without him being entirely hypocritical.

"Mr Urie." Ryan's mum gave him a smile as she sat down beside her son; Brendon took a moment to wonder if she realised she was the only sober person in this office, before managing to pull himself together enough to give her any form of response.

"Mrs Ross." He gave her a nod and a smile, although he was highly suspicious of the nature of his smile, and that it might look a bit stereotypically stoned, so he pulled his face back into a neutral expression quickly enough.

"Actually, I'm not married, but- doesn't matter, you can call me Susan." Brendon did a fucking double take at the fact that Ryan's mum was called fucking Susan, because Susan, of all fukcing names?

"Can I call you Susan?" Ryan asked: he wasn't at all sure why he did, it just somehow felt appropriate, for some godforsaken reason.

"No, Ryan, you can't." Her tone grew stern, before she turned back to face Mr Urie with an apologetic glance. "So, is he this much trouble at school? I'm sorry that he's causing you hassle, it's-"

"He's not really causing me hassle." Mr Urie corrected her, trying to protect his boyfriend but also not let slip that he was actually Ryan Ross stan number one, to Ryan's mother, as that was likely to get very awkward very quickly. "Just... other people... more so..." Brendon gestured with his hands as he tried to recall an incident that wasn't something like carving abuse directed at Muddy Warter into the walls of the school, or setting his maths classroom on fire, because he doubted that those kinds of things would make any sort of decent impression upon Ryan's mum... Susan. "His maths teacher, for example. He doesn't like him very much, and I don't entirely blame him- but, he needs to learn how to react and how to behave around people he doesn't get along with."

"If the problem's with a specific teacher could you not just move him into a different class?" Susan asked: looking between Ryan and Mr Urie with the kind of unreadable expression that had them both feeling incredibly anxious.

"Uhh..." Brendon found himself flushing red. "I could... yeah... I didn't actually think of that... I..."

"He'd have to move me out of every fucking class I'm in, though." Ryan added: sensing that Brendon was losing here, and found himself determined to get the two of them through this conversation alive. "I don't like any of my teachers. And I don't want to be an inconvenience."

"You don't want to be an inconvenience?" She looked at him with disbelief, "you set Jon's hair on fire? Don't you think that was kind of an inconvenience-"

"Yeah, well, he's an asshole, so he deserved it. I'm not friends with Jon anymore." Ryan explained, smirking a little. "I only set people's hair on fire if I don't like them."

"So are you not friends with Megan anymore?" Susan looked at him in disbelief.

"No, well, being brutally honest here, no offense to anyone, she asked me to do that so she didn't have to do gym class, and I understood that it was a reasonable request, and since I value our friendship, I fulfilled it." Ryan explained: his tone far too nonchalant, but he considered this to be a success, considering the fact they had gone without any direct references to the sexual nature of their relationship.

"She had to cut like half her hair off!"

"It looks better." Ryan leaned back in his chair, pulling his lighter from his pocket and clicking at it absentmindedly. "Come on, admit it, I was doing her a favour in all respects."

"Ryan, put your goddamn lighter away, you're not making a very good impression, are you?" She flashed Mr Urie an apologetic glance as Ryan rolled his eyes: slipping his lighter back into his pocket.

"B- Mr Urie already knows who I am, he already has an impression, so it's-"

"I think you should work to improve that impression, don't you think, Ryan?" She only continued to get progressively more agitated throughout the course of the conversation.

"What like I worked to improve Megan's haircut by setting half of her on fire?" Susan didn't even regard that one worthy of response.

"My impression," Mr Urie began, leaning forward, "of Ryan. Ryan Ross, your son." He gestured to Ryan unnecessarily, as it was highly likely that Ryan's mother was already well aware as to which Ryan he might be addressing. "Is that he has potential, and talent, especially in areas such as music... art... and geography. But in subjects he doesn't so much like, such as maths, and... english... he tends to not react well to the teachers or not turn up to the lessons at all. I think he could achieve Bs and Cs if he really put his mind to it and put more effort in all around the curriculum, and spend less time... doing... messing around... and all that... I think, he has a bad influence in his life, and I think that bad influence is... uhh... uhh... Jon Walker. Yes, Jon Walker, but now since Ryan made the bold move of standing up to Jon... by setting his hair on fire... yes, not the ideal choice, but... Ryan has freed himself from Jon's bad influence oppression and all that, and has since improved as a student. I think he has some good influences in his life that he should listen to more, such as you," he gestured to Ryan's mother with a smile, praying to God that she couldn't tell that he was literally making every word of this up on the spot, "Megan Clifford, his geography teacher, and..." Brendon trailed off, struggling to think of someone other than Zayn Malik, because, of course, Pillowtalk was a good influence on literally everyone's life, he doubted that Ryan's mum would understand; she was probably an anti... she probably didn't even like One Direction.

"And yourself." Ryan finished for him with a smile, turning to his mother, "Mr Urie is a very good teacher and he is very good in general. He's a solid ten out of ten, don't you think? I mean, he spends time with me to help me with school work, genuinely listens to my problems, also has some nice cheekbones- wait what- I mean nice characteristics, such as the fact that he is a good influence and always here to help me with my favourite subjects such as music... and..." Ryan struggled to remember just what lie Brendon had told his mother two seconds ago.

"Geography." Brendon finished for him. "I always find that geography is a hard word to remember - too many 'G's. I just really don't like the letter G, you know, I find it very triggering, as... gazelle starts with the letter G and once I had a dream- nightmare where I was mauled by a gazelle." He took a deep sigh, clutching his chest for a moment. "It was very traumatic, Mrs Ross- Susan."

"Well..." She took a sigh: leaning back in her chair: entirely unsure as to quite what to think of the situation. "I am glad that you have such high hopes for Ryan, but I think we must be realistic... Ryan's... Ryan, he's not going to get Bs in his exams."

"Excuse me?" Ryan stood up: knowing that she did have a very valid point, but still, he was offended. "I will get Bs, fucking watch me-"

"Ryan, will you please stop swearing-" She let out a defeated sigh, "and sit down!"

"I think you should be encouraging him, not limiting his ability. I assure you that Ryan has talent when he puts his mind to it. I think, actually that he feels like he should be this trouble making less able kid because people assume that's who he is and expect that of him, and maybe if we start treating him as this kid who can get Bs, then maybe he will." Both Ryan and Ryan's mum stared at Brendon in shock, because what he'd said had actually made quite a great deal of sense.

"I've doubted you before, but you really do actually seem to know what you're doing, Mr Urie." Brendon found himself struggling not to laugh aloud as Susan gave him a respecting nod.

"Thank you." He passed Ryan a smirk, who looked nothing but astounded by the exchange, because there was absolutely no way on Earth that Brendon was getting away with this kind of bullshit, yet somehow, he was.

"So do you think he'd benefit from putting extra time into his school work, because I'd very much be happy to supervise this, but I have to work, and I-"

"He can stay after school with me. I'm always here later, and I'd be happier to help him with his work." Mr Urie wondered what Susan might think if she ever found out that the time he spent alone with her son included far more blowjobs than she could ever know; he wondered just what she'd think of this conversation with the knowledge than he and Ryan were actually fucking, and well... dating.

"Would you really?" Brendon gave a nod. "You are obviously the best headteacher I have ever met. I think it's very important that you're not immediately disregarding his ability. It's refreshing. You're what this school needs. What every school needs." She finished with what was highly debatable, and left Ryan fighting the urge not to laugh as she rather awkwardly shook Brendon's hand and made her way out of the office with Ryan trailing uncomfortably behind her.

"How the fuck?" Ryan turned and whispered in Brendon's direction as he exited the room, leaving Brendon only to shrug and smirk in response, because in all honesty, he had about as little of a clue as Ryan did.

-

Frank was certainly not having the time of his life, sat at a desk in the school hall, which was filled with inquisitive looking parents and borderline suicidal looking kids - Frank didn't blame them. Perhaps the only saving grace of the situation was that Gerard had gradually dragged his desk across the hall towards Frank, and by this point, the two were sat next to each other, and just spent the time making dumb jokes when neither of them were speaking to parents.

And with the way that Gerard was smiling at him, Frank wondered if it had really been that bad at all, because sure, he'd told more lies to middle aged women than he had ever before in the space of the last hour or so, and it wasn't something he was entirely proud of, but from the way some of his students had looked at him, it was something they were grateful for. It wasn't that Frank had intended to lie to get them out of trouble, it was just a pleasant byproduct of his own inadequacy, and something that Frank was perfectly prepared to let the kids assume was intentional.

There was also the conversation Gerard'd had with Emilie Sodden's mum, which had been interesting, to say the least, from what Frank had overheard anyway, because it wasn't like Frank spent all the time when he wasn't speaking to parents staring at Gerard or anything. He was obviously just observing him in order to adhere to the correct technique for speaking to parents, obviously, since their relationship was entirely platonic... obviously.

Frank found himself dozing off slightly, until he found that, oh shit, there was someone sitting down in front of him, and he came to pull his eyes away from Gerard and prepare himself to spew out some more bullshit about a student who he could hardly remember the name of, let alone their progress and work in class, however, he found himself faced with a student he found himself really far too familiar with.

"Hey Frank," Megan Clifford exclaimed as she sat down before him, leaving Frank to watch as two rather ordinary looking parents sat down at her side.

"Hey Megan." Frank stressed: raising his voice in order to catch Gerard's attention, in an attempt to warn him of the coming danger that was Megan Clifford and her parents, as it was likely that they'd go and talk to him next. "Nice to meet you, Mrs and Mrs Clifford." Mr Clifford looked immediately disinterested: leaning back in his chair and looking around the room with a sigh, however Mrs Clifford grabbed what seemed to be a leaflet out of her pocket, and ticked something off, before meeting Frank's eyes with a smile.

"So, you're Megan's English teacher... Mr I... Ie-... I..." Mrs Clifford squinted down at the leaflet she held in her hand: it was printed on glossy paper and in full colour so it evidently wasn't provided by the school, and therefore left Frank with the knowledge that Megan's mother was the kind of person that made her own leaflet for parents evening, and oh Jesus Christ, this was going to be... well... interesting.

"It's Iero." Frank corrected her with a forced smile, taking a moment to wonder just how much of his life he'd wasted correcting people's pronunciation of his surname, before concluding that perhaps that was a statistic he'd just rather not know. "You can call me Frank, if you'd like."

Mrs Clifford gave a nod, and looked as if she may try to pronounce his surname again, but eventually just gave a sigh, and addressed him by his first name, "so, Frank, is Megan making poor, satisfactory, average, good, very good, excellent, or outstanding progress in English?"

Frank looked a little stumped, and even went as far as to look at Megan for help, which really left him certain of just how well this was going. "Uhh... I'd say very good. She definitely has the power... of English... within her, but I think she needs to spend more time focusing on her work instead of talking and listening to music in class, which she thinks I don't notice, but I do." Frank threw a glance at Megan; in truth, he couldn't give the slightest shit if Megan Clifford was sat at the back of his English classroom with one headphone in as she pretended to do her work - he didn't blame her at all, he'd once glanced briefly at the worksheets he'd handed out and they didn't look particularly enthralling.

"Music helps me concentrate." Megan argued, leaning back in her chair as she threw out what was a blatant lie.

"Still, it's in the school rules - you're not allowed to listen to music in class." Truthfully, Frank wasn't at all sure whether it was in the school rules or not, honestly, he wasn't even at all sure if there actually was an official copy of the rules or if teachers just made up whatever kind of shit they felt like there should be. He suspected that it might be the latter. "Megan is a very bright student, and she always has a positive attitude in class, and is very eager to discuss things and share her own opinions, which is good, and shows she has a positive attitude towards learning. She just needs to apply that attitude more to her work than talking about 5 Seconds Of Summer."

"I'm sorry but have you seen Michael's hair?" Megan leaned forward: deadly serious. "It means more to me than the entire English language... no offense."

"Megan!" Mrs Clifford let out a gasp as she glanced between Frank and her daughter in disbelief, "apologise immediately."

"Don't worry about it, it's fine." Frank assured her: smiling awkwardly, and finding himself sneaking a glance off into Gerard's direction, and finding that he was sat alone, watching the conversation take place. Frank mouthed a quick, "help me," in his direction.

"I said no offense." Megan insisted, folding her arms as she leaned back in her chair, "that means everything I said officially has no impact. Which is an English language technique, so. Suck on th-" Megan paused, realising just what she was saying to her mother, and abruptly stopping.

"Megan!" Mrs Clifford looked ready to get into a full blown argument with her daughter as Frank sat there awkwardly, praying to God it would all be over soon, until Gerard got up from his desk and made his way over to them.

"Everything alright?" He asked: his eyes focused on Mrs Clifford, but his words directed more so at Frank.

"Yes, thank you." Mrs Clifford gave a nod, looking up at Gerard and his rather messy hairstyle with a certain degree of skepticism.

"I teach Megan art, by the way," he added, "I'm Mr Way." He reached out his hand and shook hers, which seemed to improve Mrs Clifford's mood significantly. "She's quite a talented student, don't you think, Mr Iero?" He turned back to Frank with that 'I actually seem to know what I'm doing' smirk.

Frank gave a nod, "Yeah, I was just saying-"

"Before my daughter made such a comment, which I am very sorry about-"

"Mrs Clifford," Gerard gave her a smile, "we know Megan didn't mean any kind of offense. It's fine, don't worry about it."

"Thank you, I do get worried, you know, she's so loud and..." Mrs Clifford let out a sigh, glancing at her daughter. "Thank you so much, you and Frank seem to work really well together, you know?" There was a somewhat awkward silence before Gerard took the liberty of resurrecting the situation.

"Would you want to come to my table and discuss her progress in art?" He glanced briefly at Mr Clifford as he spoke, who appeared barely even conscious, yet followed his wife back to Gerard's table, leaving Megan sat awkwardly across from Frank.

"I told my mum that you two were engaged." She began, leaning forward suddenly. "I was a bit drunk, also it was Ryan's idea. Everything is always Ryan's idea."

Frank gave a small smile in response to that. "Don't worry about it. Your mum is not what I expected, by the way."

Megan shrugged a little, "she's a bit... weird. I guess. She means well, there was that one time this shop owner tried to sue her because I kept asking him too many questions when I was twelve and he thought I was like a spy child sent by the government to test if he'd sell me illegal things."

Frank grinned at that, "I think you'd be pretty good at that, you know?"

Megan nodded, brushing her hair away from her face, "I really like English, you know? I like being creative and all that shit."

"I guessed that." Frank hit her with a smile, "you could get an A if you really put your mind to it. Are you thinking of doing some sort English based degree?"

"I don't know. I have no idea." Megan admitted with a smile, "I have no clue, if I'm honest."

"Well..." Frank let out a sigh, "if you want my shitty advice, I found myself not having any clue what the fuck to do, so I looked at my grades and picked the subject I got the highest mark in and decided to go into teaching that."

Megan laughed at him, "okay, but seriously-"

"Megan, that is the serious legit truth." He took a breath, "I'm not kidding. I wish I was kidding."

"It's good though," she added after a moment, "because if you had known what to do with yourself then you never would have met Mr Way, would you?"

"You have a point." Frank let his face fall into a smile, however it only lasted for two seconds, as Megan's face fell into one of shock, leaving Frank to exclaim his response, "Megan, not everything in my life has homoerotic subtext!"

The problem was, however, that he'd spoken just that little bit louder than he'd intended to, and now Mr Clifford was giving him a rather bizarre look, and Gerard looked as if he was trying not to piss himself with laughter - what a fucking asshole.

Frank had to admit, though, that Gerard was definitely the best kind of asshole there was: this fucking bizarre experience of a parents evening had certainly confirmed that.

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