The detention kid looked at Frank, terrified. Frank smirked and got on with the lesson. After seeing that Frank was relaxed around the students, he began trying to talk to the students. Frank walked over to him, glaring.

"Shut the fuck up." He snapped at him.

The class, sensing that Frank was pissed at this kid, looked at him. They were waiting for an explanation. Frank shrugged and get back to the lesson.

By the end of the lesson, the kid was packing up. The class that was taught had already left. Frank went to stand in front of the kids desk. Gerard was nearby incase Frank got too angry.

"You ever do anything like that again, I'll kill you." He said before allowing the kid to leave.

After the class was empty, Gerard went over to Frank. Leaning on the desk next to him. Stroking his hair as he was claiming down.

"You okay gorgeous?" Gerard asked.

Frank nodded and moved into a hug with Gerard. Who reciprocated it quickly. Kissing the top of his head.

"Why are their so many picks in the world?" Frank whispered.

Gerard didn't answer. He couldn't. So he just stroked Frank's hair, letting him hug him. After a bit, they went into a practice room, as it was lunch time.

After playing a few songs, the lunch was over and Frank had science. He was actually paying attention for once before the school intercom came on.

"Can Frank Lero and Mr Way please come to the principles office?" The voice broadcasted distortedly.

Frank whispered a curse under his breath before packing up his things and leaving the class. He saw Gerard on the way and quickly caught up.

"Play dumb." Frank whispered as they stepped into the office.

The principle gestured at the two seats in front of him. Which Frank casually made his way to. Gerard was more hesitant in sitting down.

"Sorry to disrupt your lessons, but do you know why I called you in here?" The principle said.

He was looking at them both intimidatingly. Frank shrugged and looked at Gerard, who caught on to mirror. The principle glanced between them before breaking into a grin.

"I've been told by multiple students that you, Frank, have been teaching Mr Ways cover lesson. In music." The principle said.

Gerard let out a low breath and chuckled nervously. He rubbed the back of his neck and opened his mouth to explain. Before he could say anything, he was cut off.

" I don't care why that is. But what a lot of students are saying that they really enjoy having you as a teacher." The principle rambled on. "So, starting tomorrow, I would like to ask if you would become a supervised teacher for music. Getting to miss lessons, supervised by Mr Way and getting paid."

Franks mouth had dropped open at this. He was stunned. He hadn't expected anything like that. Frank just sat their, jaw dropped, for another minute before finally being able to compose himself.

" Are you shitting me? " Frank asked.

The principled smiled and shook his head. At the Frank stood up suddenly and jumped in the air in excitement.

"Hell fucking yes." Frank exclaimed.

Gerard was laughing, sitting in his chair still. Frank rushed over and shook hands with the principle. He was thanking him over and over again. Beyond excited, he finally sat down again, a huge smile plastered on his face.

"How old are you Frank?" He was asked.

"18 sir." Frank replied instantly.

The principle nodded. Smiling at both of them.

"Frank another reason why I thought this would be a good opertunity was because of your relationship with Mr Way." The principle said.

That wiped the smile off both of their faces. They looked at eachother then back at the principle. Frank couldn't stand the silence and the awkward staring so his eyes wondered to the desk in front of him.

He saw a name tag with the principles name on it. 'Brendon Urie.' It was then Frank realised he didn't know the principles name until that moment. His attention was pulled back to Mr Urie when he coughed.

"You are of legal age. So it's all cool. You are looked down on by society. But as long as you are a teacher it isn't that bad. May I just confirm that you are infact dating?"

"Um well, erm. I think...?" Gerard spoke up.

Brendon signalled for him to give more information. So Gerard looked for Frank, who just shrugged.

"We aren't official..." Gerard said.

"Frank do your parents know about this... situation?" Brendon asked.

"Erm well, my mom doesn't agree with me being gay so she threw me out." Frank said, looking down.

"So where are you living?" Brendon asked.

"I'm crashing on Gerards couch." Frank answered.

Brendon nodded again. The room again being plunged into silence. Frank was still looking down. Gerard looking over at him now and again, to make sure he wasn't crying.

Just the though of not having a proper home brought tears to Frank's eyes. But he didn't let them fall.

"Anyway, as long as you both are safe." Brendon shrugged "Also, about the job, you will have to work by the curriculum."

Frank nodded, and they were finally dismissed. The bell rang shortly after. The end of the day was finally their. Frank walked Gerard back to the lesson he was in.

He packed up his work, collecting the papers and all the work he had to mark. They hadn't said a word since they left the office. Plunged into an uncomfortable silence.

Frank was the one to break the silence, striking up a joke. Making the older man smile and chuckle.

"So I guess that means I can do this." Frank said.

Gerard turned to him confused before Frank's lips were attached to his. A soft kiss was shared between them, holding nothing but peace and freedom.

Frank's arms wrapped around Gerards middle, pulling away from the kiss and resting his head on Gerards chest. Listening to his steady heartbeat.

"Yeah, I guess you can." Gerard whispered.