A week passed, Frank getting many lunch detentions from Mr Way. Who actually just wanted him to teach the class as he lied on his resume. He knew how to play instruments. Just not teach them.

Frank didn't mind. He liked teaching the younger kids. And when he had music with his small class, he knew what to do. Frank's main passion was music, so he loved talking abiut it.

"How are you?" Gerard asked Frank when he got into the class that he was teaching.

Frank just shrugged but looked down. He was waiting for kids to come in while he tuned his guitar. Gerard placed a hand on his shoulder comfortingly and smiled. Frank managed a small smile before.

"Okay kids." Frank said, standing in front of the class. "What the fuck are we gonna do?"

Frank walked in front of the class, pretending to think. Stroking a fake beard. A couple of the students snickered at him, making him fake glare at them.

"How about a quiz?" Gerard asked, jokingly.

The class simultaneously groaned. Making Frank and Gerard laugh. Frank lost his fake professional look and slouched while he sat on Mr Ways desk.

"So what do you fuckers actually want to do. Play music?" Frank asked.

He had no idea. He had been to busy trying to get sleep. Which he couldn't even do. Some of the class shrugged and others just nodded or shook their heads.

"Okay what we're going to do is analyse a song of your picking." Frank said.

Some of the students nodded their head, as if to say it was a good idea. Frank looked back to Gerard who just nodded. So the lesson began. The class choosing three songs.

"We'll we can do the other two next lessons." Frank suggested

It was somehow an even split between them all. The class nodded in agreement and the class went on.

Frank was walking down the hallway, head down and earphones in. He was moving quickly to get to his next class.

"How's the faggot?" Someone called from behind him.

Frank stopped dead in his tracks. He clenched and unclenched his hands before turning around. Looking at his prosecute dead on, rage in his eyes.

"What did you call me?" He asked rather calmly.

He didn't mind being called any other name. But he hated faggot. The way it was used in such a derogatorative way. Even worse than any others he could think of. His mom calls it him, which he wouldn't be able to say without getting beat up.

"You heard me fairy. You're a faggot." The person said smirking at how angry he had made Frank.

Frank took a step forwards. Unable to stop himself, he was repeativly punching the guy in the face before he was pulled off by his friends. They spat in his face.

12 against one wasn't very fair. But all twelve of them were kicking, punching, and injuring Frank. That was until Frank's saviour came and saved the day again.

"What the fuck are you doing?" He shouted.

The boys looked up from kicking Frank. Seeing it was a teacher, they instantly started running away. Leaving Frank in the hallway, bruised and bleeding.

Frank stumbled to get up, wincing at pain in his ribs. He hadn't cried, yet. It was evident in his face that he was about to.

Gerard helped into a nearby classroom. It was empty to Frank's relief. Gerard sat him on a nearby chair.

"Thanks sir." Frank said eventually.

Gerard nodded, sitting near him. They didn't say anything. It was silence until Frank finally broke down. Large sobs raking through his body. Gerard pulled him close. Letting him sob into Gerard, rubbing his back comforting him.

Eventually Frank calmed down. Gerard insisted on him going to the nurses office and he eventually agreed. Walking, leaning on Gerard for help, he stumbled to the office.

They treated his wounds, but they didn't report anything. No matter how much Gerard asked him too. After he was cleaned up, he had to teach a lesson.

The next lesson Frank had to cover for Gerard, he was more quiet. Forcing a smile when he had to. He managed to get through the lesson of teaching, being absolutely exhausted at the end.

Gerard tried to talk to Frank, but he somehow managed to get away before he did.

The next day, Frank looked a lot more like himself. Angry at everyone else, but smiling as he taught the class. Gerard finally managing to talk to him.

"Are you okay Frank?" Gerard asked as he set up for covering a lesson.

Frank nodded, humming a song as he worked. Gerard had seen him working on music at lunch, he could see it poking out his back pocket. He was tuning his guitar when gerard came up behind him.

He pulled the peice of paper from Frank's pocket. Frank spun around when he felt something behind. His face going pale when he saw what it was. Trying desperately to grab it from Gerard.

"What's this?" Gerard said going to open it.

Frank grabbed it from his hands, stuffing it in his pocket. He turned back at Gerard to glare at him.

"Mine. Its a song I wrote. And before you ask, no you can't see it." Frank answered.

Gerard nodded, apologising before sitting on the edge of a desk. Sitting back, thinking. Frank shrugged, managing a smile before going back to tune the guitar.

"Perform it." Gerard said.

Frank looked up, mildly confused. Gerard smiled and shrugged.

"Perform it. The kids would love anything you do." Gerard said.

"I can't sing." Frank said plainly.

Gerard shrugged again, standing up and moving over to Frank.

"Please." Gerard managed to beg.

Frank smiled softly, heart melting at Gerard. He must've nodded because Gerards face lit up with a smile and Frank was pulled into a hug.

Gerard opened the door for students to come in, smiling at everyone of them.

"What are we doing today?" One of the students asked.

Frank nodded to Gerard, who told them to wait the fuck up while he did the regester. After ever name was said out, Frank bacame hesitant to perform.

"So Frank is going to show you how to write and perform a song like a mother fucker." Gerard said.

"Right fuckers so this song is called 'All I Want Is Nothing.'" Frank said strumming his guitar.

Check, check, check

All I want is you
All I want is you

I think back to the heart attack
When our world seemed so brand new
I wasted time with a crooked spine
When I really should have spent my time with you

All I want is nothing
All I want is what I can't have
All I want is nothing

If I can't have just one more second
Of your undivided attention

All I want is you
All I want is you

All I have are memories
Of how you felt lying next to me
All we are is a memory
I used to have a best friend
Now just one more enemy

All I want is nothing
All I want is what I can't have
All I want is nothing

If I can't have just one more second of a time
When I was yours and you were mine
And all I want is everything we never had before
I still want more

All I want is you
All I want is you

I want you
To want me, I want you
To want me and never leave

I want you
I want you to want me
I want you to never leave

I want you

Frank looked around at the class. They were looking at him in awe. The bell rang shortly after and he dismissed everyone.

"That was fucking awesome! You fucking wrote that?" Gerard asked as they walked to their next lesson.

Frank nodded. He wasn't being taught by Gerard next lesson, but he was in the same block. He blushed and looked down, unused to complements.

"Umm, it wasn't that good. I know I can't sing and the chords need work, I think I should put some distortion on it." Frank went on.

Gerard nodded smiling at how passionate Frank was about music. They carried on their conversation on their way to the next lesson.

"See you later Mr Way." Frank called cheerily as he slowly made his way to his next class, purposely late.