Basically I'm really sorry for this late update, but I was stressed out because of band, and they put me on the fucking CRASH CYMBALS. I DONT WANT TO PLAY CRASH CYMBALS. So I've been an anxious mess ever since, and they also delayed school another week which sucks balls because I'm going to lose it if I don't go back to school. Anyway, enjoy.

It was a bad idea.

I knew it was a bad idea, and yet here I was, standing in front of a mirror wearing a pleated red skirt and another pair of my mom's heeled combat boots.

I was still trying to decide which shirt I wanted to wear with it. Obviously, the shirt I wore wouldn't be the main attraction for the circus I was inevitably bringing to school, but I still needed to pay attention to what went well with it.

I decided on a button up white-short sleeved shirt to tuck into the skirt, along with a checkered belt to keep it in place. I was also wearing my leather jacket once again along with a thick layer of eyeliner. I'm emo, not a princess.

Should I wear the lipstick today? I asked myself. I decided to bring it in my backpack just in case.

"Wow Gee, you're really going all out today," Mikey said as I walked into the kitchen. I nodded, and we headed out the door to get on our way to school.

~~~

Immediately after I got into the school building, I went to the freshman hallway. I had to address something.

A bunch of people gave me dirty looks, but I didn't care. They could give me the most disgusting looks they wanted. Frank thought I was beautiful, and well, that was enough for me to perhaps start believing it.

Finally I found the people I was looking for. Ryan and Brendon were standing by the lockers chatting, probably waiting for class to start.

I approached them slowly, and stopped when I got there. Ryan looked over at me with a small smile, which confused me. Shouldn't he be mad? After all, he was known around the whole school now, and it was all my fault.

"Hey Gee, what's up?"

"Uh... shouldn't you be mad at me? I came here to apologize."

"Don't apologize Gerard. Me and Bren understand, and it wasn't even your fault, okay? If anything, the people who should apologize are all the dicks giving you looks in the hallway." That made me feel a slight bit better.

Then Brendon took a turn to talk. "Yeah Gerard, it's not your fault at all. I'm sorry I was kind of overreacting the other day. I just saw the photo and didn't know what to say. You're an amazing person though, I'm sure of that."

"Thanks Brendon, that means a lot," I smiled as I made my way back down the hall, heading to psychology early.

Frank was the only one in the classroom, much to my delight. He was currently doing some sort of paper work, so I walked over to his desk waiting for him to notice me there. He looked up slightly and when he noticed me, his eyes practically jumped out of his head.

I felt the heat rising to my cheeks and looked down. "Woah Gee- you- you look beautiful..."

I bit my lip and smiled a small bit. "Really?"

"Yeah... goddamnit now I wish I didn't have to teach a class today." That made me laugh. "Here," he said as he stood up beside me, "Why don't you take a seat and we can talk more after school, okay?" He looked behind me for any sign of someone, before quickly leaning up and placing a kiss on my cheek. I nodded and went over to my desk.

Besides that, the class would go on to be pretty boring.

~~~

"Gerard I need to talk to you like, now," Lindsey said quickly before dragging me into the supply closet. It caught be my surprise.

"What the fuck, Lindsey? I was on my way to lunch with Mikey and Pete. You know there are more effective ways to grab my attention."

"That's besides the point, anyway, I need your advice on something."

"Sure, what is it?" She was fidgeting with her hands which signaled that this must be serious. It meant she was nervous, and Lindsey Ballato never got nervous.

"I- I have a crush on someone..." I immediately gasped and smiled brightly. My (almost) best friend had a crush and she was asking me for advice! Surely that's got to mean I'm high up in the friend ranking.

"No way who is it? Tell me right now, all the details, I want to know everything."

"Her name is Jamia. We went to prom together as friends, but I linked arms with her awhile because some douche was hitting on her, so we were doing the 'pretend like you have a date' thing to scare him off, but I actually have feelings for her I guess? I don't know Gee, I really need help sorting this out."

"Sure, lets go to the lunch table first though."

~~~

Needless to say, Mikey and Pete were very interested when Lindsey Ballato, the head of the volleyball team was sitting with us. When I explained the situation, they were very ready to listen, and Lindsey didn't seem to mind.

"Okay Linds tell me what's up, I want to know." She had this small blush all over her face that could have killed me right then and there. It was amazing to see her like this.

"So uh basically Jamia has been my really good friend for awhile now, I mean, she's on the team with me. And I don't know, I've had a crush on her for a decent amount of time, but I've kind of suppressed those feelings? I thought for sure that she was straight. Well lo and behold, she likes girls, and I'm probably going to die if I don't end up with her because oh my god I've spent years waiting for this, guys. I've spent years without dating anyone in hope that maybe she would turn out to like me, which to be fair she hasn't said that she does yet, but she likes girls which is one step closer to victory for me."

"Holy shit, there has to be a way that I can find out if she likes you back or not. That's awesome Lindsey, I'm rooting for you. What did you need advice on?"

She stared at her half-eaten sandwich for a minute, probably deep in thought before speaking again. "I guess I just need help on what to do? I don't know Gerard, I'm just a mess of emotions right now, and I really don't know how to cope with that." She groaned before taking a (rather aggressive, I might add) bite of her sandwich.

That's when Pete decided to enter in with some rather helpful information. "Just tell her you like her and you wanna fuck, that's what I'd do," he said earning a playful punch in the arm from Mikey.

"Well there's a flaw in your logic there. Jamia is an asexual."

"Wait- how can she like girls if she's an asexual? Isn't asexual when you don't want to date someone?" It was these types of questions that were bound to get Pete Wentz punched in the face eventually.

"That's different Pete," I explained. "Asexual is when you lack sexual attraction. Meaning you don't want to have sex with someone. Aromantic is when you lack romantic attraction, meaning you don't want a romantic relationship. Jamia can still have crushes, she just doesn't want to fuck them."

"Oh that makes sense I guess," Pete added. "So you won't get to have sex with her?"

"That's another thing," Lindsey started. "I don't care about having sex with her. The truth is that I love her; a lot, and I'd rather spend my entire life kissing and cuddling her than one moment having sex if it will make her uncomfortable."

"Awww that's awesome Lindsey," I stated.

"It's really not," she sighed, "because now I have no idea what to do, and I'm unsure of how to casually bring this all up to her. I mean, how would she even react? What if I'm already that deep in the friend zone, and she doesn't see herself dating me at all?"

I thought for a moment. Of course, that was a possibility, but I would like to believe that it wasn't the case here. I may be gay, but I could see beauty, and Lindsey was beautiful as hell. Anyone who couldn't see that must surely be blind.

"I'm going to become friends with her," I decided. "Then I can see if she likes you, because she'll trust me enough to tell secrets y'know?"

"Holy shit, Gerard that's genius!" She pretty much choked me in a hug, which I didn't really mind, but it was definitely a tight one. "Please do it, I'll be forever in your favor if you do. I'll love you so much if you do this Gerard come on."

"I already said I would do it Lindsey, chill out!" I laughed as she smiled widely.

And that's how I became involved in the shitty little scheme to pair Jamia Nestor with Lindsey Ballato, and make everyone happy.

~~~

I hardly stepped two inches into Frank's classroom before he was dragging me out of it again. Before I could question where we were even going, we were at his car, and he was urging me to get inside. "You know this is practically kidnapping, right?" I giggled.

He started the engine and pulled out of the parking lot. "Honestly, I don't care at this point. You're happy, I'm happy, what more could there be to it?"

~~~

(Smut whoop whoop)

We stepped inside Frank's house and he immediately pinned me against the wall, placing his lips firmly against mine. I had to admit, that's not what I expected, but I kissed back anyway because it's not like I didn't enjoy it or anything.

I felt his tongue brush against my lower lip, so I opened my mouth just a little to allow him to escalate. He slipped his tongue into my mouth, exploring it as our lips moved together perfectly.

Eventually he broke away and moved to whisper in my ear. "I could hardly contain myself today because of you," he almost growled into my ear. "You and that fucking skirt of yours messing with my head... I couldn't even keep my mind straight. I was thinking of you all day and all the things I was going to do to you when we got home."

He moved lower until his lips brushed against a spot on my neck, making me let out a low moan. Seemingly satisfied with the noise I made, he started kissing and biting my neck softly, which only allowed more sounds to spill from my mouth. The amount of bruises left on my neck was definitely something I would have to hide tomorrow, but for now I didn't care.

Minutes later, we were back to making out, and I felt him slowly grab my leg and lift it a little. I knew what he wanted me to do, so I jumped up and wrapped my legs around his waist and he carried me down the hallway to his bedroom, not bothering to break our kiss.

When we got into the room, he kicked the door closed and set me down on the bed, landing softly on top of me. He started grinding our hips together, which made us both emit an embarrassingly loud moan. We both pulled our shirts off so we were shirtless. I felt him tug slightly on my belt, and I started fumbling with it to get it undone while we were still heavily kissing.

Eventually, it came off and he tugged my skirt down and took it off my legs, leaving only my boxer briefs that I was wearing. He looked up before progressing. "You're fine with this right? I don't want to pressure you into doing anything."

"Yes, oh god please yes, just hurry," and he did. He took my boxers off and immediately began stroking my increasingly hard dick.

"Oh god, so beautiful Gee... so fucking beautiful," he stated before I felt him take my cock into his mouth. This caused me to let out a rather high-pitched moan, and I unintentionally bucked my hips up. He was going at a steady pace, licking the tip occasionally which made me even more aroused.

I knew I wouldn't be able to hold on for very much longer. "Frank- I'm going to come," I blurted out, to which he just moaned around me, which made me lose it. I came into his mouth with a loud cry, throwing my head back against the pillows as I came down from my high.

When I realized that Frank's problem hadn't been sorted yet, I leaned over him. I tugged his pants and boxers down without question and immediately took him all in, and he let out a surprised moan.

I bobbed my head up and down in a rhythm, making him moan with every time he was pleasured. It wasn't long before I felt him coming into my mouth, and I swallowed it all before I was satisfied, and I pulled back.

He eventually came back to earth and smiled at me affectionately. "You didn't have to do that you know. I was fine with sorting myself out."

"Nonsense. I wanted to see you." I smiled back and he took me into his arms, neither of us bothering to put our clothes back on. I just laid there contently with him, snuggling my head against his chest. This was nice.

"You're amazing, you know that?"

"So are you."

How ya doin fellas, I was originally gonna post this tomorrow but I decided 'fuck it they've been waiting for a week now' so here you go.

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