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The boy didn't look up from what he was drawing when I quietly went over and sat next to him. Wentz was already busy with his comic again. I looked around the classroom and saw clean papers up at the desk. I stood up again and walked over to piece that I could draw on, when Wentz looked up.
"Do you boys wanna listen to some music?" he asked and I saw Gerard nod still looking down at his drawing.
"Uhm, sure" I said hoping he wouldn't put on some bad music. He opened a drawer and took out a CD.
"It's a mix CD I made myself" he said while putting it on a little stereo system on his desk. I walked back to my seat and was then hit by the sweet sound of Green Day's Rotting. I started humming to music while just doodling some weird things on my paper. Slowly all three of us was quietly singing along. I couldn't help but noticed what a beautiful voice Gerard had.
`Whisper "Are you dying" in my ear´
The next song was also Green Day and Wentz tried to hit all the high notes in this one, which made me giggle. I noticed Gerard was now looking fascinated up at me, making blush and fast look down at my paper. I hated my giggle; it was so 'girl-ish'. His hazel eyes were really beautiful I thought, but fast shook the thought out of my head.
The song ended and Eye Of The Tiger by Survivor began just as a boy walked. He started dancing to the music. Wentz rolled his eyes and said "Go to your seat, Pedicone"
He ignored the teacher and when he saw me he started to dance his way over to me. I giggled at his weird moves and he held out a hand that I took, ready to shake it, but he pulled me up from my seat instead. As soon as I was on my feet he let go of my hand and started walking around while singing along. I copied his moved and we walk around in a circle like rivals. We both shouted out the last line and started laughing like idiots.
"Dude, that was epic!" He chuckled and the bell rang. He fast flew over to his seat as kids started walking through the door. Wentz turned off the music and I sat down on my seat.
He told the class that they should continue their paintings that they started on last week. He found a tripod and a canvas to me and said that I should paint whatever I wanted to.
I didn't know what to paint so I found my iPod in my pocket and put on American Psycho by Misfits. A lot of times little ideas flew through my mind, but I forgot them right away again or they were too boring.
Without thinking I just leant back and looked at Gerard. That kid was fucking beautiful! And what I wouldn't do to that body.. No, NO! Bad Frank! Don't think about such things!
I started doodling on the canvas with a pencil still with an eye on Gerard. I then snapped out of it and focused on my art.
You know that feeling when it's like someone is watching or talking to you? Well, it felt that way when I looked up and saw Gerard looking at me. His lips were moving. I then realized that he was talking to me and I took out one of my earphones.
"I'm sorry what?" I said and he smiled. I swear to God a unicorn are born every time he smile, 'cause it was one of the most beautiful things I have ever seen in my life.
"I said; will you pass me the red paint?"
"Oh" I said and looked around me and saw a tube of red painting. I grabbed it and gave it to him. "Here you go".
"Thanks" he said and when he took it our hands slightly brushed each other and I swear I felt my heart skip a beat. He smiled and turned around, back to his painting.
I didn't move for a few minutes. I just watched Gerard's hand dance over the canvas leaving bloodstains on the body of a girl he had painted. I looked back at my own painting and saw a cute cartoon-ish vampire with hazel eyes. While drawing I hadn't thought of what, but I then realized it was Gerard. He reminded me of a vampire.
Art class then ended and as I walked through the door I heard someone call I looked around and saw Gerard. He was just about to say something to me when I felt an arm on my shoulder turning me around.
"Hey, I never got your name, kid. I'm Pedicone, Mike Pedicone."
"Do you boys wanna listen to some music?" he asked and I saw Gerard nod still looking down at his drawing.
"Uhm, sure" I said hoping he wouldn't put on some bad music. He opened a drawer and took out a CD.
"It's a mix CD I made myself" he said while putting it on a little stereo system on his desk. I walked back to my seat and was then hit by the sweet sound of Green Day's Rotting. I started humming to music while just doodling some weird things on my paper. Slowly all three of us was quietly singing along. I couldn't help but noticed what a beautiful voice Gerard had.
`Whisper "Are you dying" in my ear´
The next song was also Green Day and Wentz tried to hit all the high notes in this one, which made me giggle. I noticed Gerard was now looking fascinated up at me, making blush and fast look down at my paper. I hated my giggle; it was so 'girl-ish'. His hazel eyes were really beautiful I thought, but fast shook the thought out of my head.
The song ended and Eye Of The Tiger by Survivor began just as a boy walked. He started dancing to the music. Wentz rolled his eyes and said "Go to your seat, Pedicone"
He ignored the teacher and when he saw me he started to dance his way over to me. I giggled at his weird moves and he held out a hand that I took, ready to shake it, but he pulled me up from my seat instead. As soon as I was on my feet he let go of my hand and started walking around while singing along. I copied his moved and we walk around in a circle like rivals. We both shouted out the last line and started laughing like idiots.
"Dude, that was epic!" He chuckled and the bell rang. He fast flew over to his seat as kids started walking through the door. Wentz turned off the music and I sat down on my seat.
He told the class that they should continue their paintings that they started on last week. He found a tripod and a canvas to me and said that I should paint whatever I wanted to.
I didn't know what to paint so I found my iPod in my pocket and put on American Psycho by Misfits. A lot of times little ideas flew through my mind, but I forgot them right away again or they were too boring.
Without thinking I just leant back and looked at Gerard. That kid was fucking beautiful! And what I wouldn't do to that body.. No, NO! Bad Frank! Don't think about such things!
I started doodling on the canvas with a pencil still with an eye on Gerard. I then snapped out of it and focused on my art.
You know that feeling when it's like someone is watching or talking to you? Well, it felt that way when I looked up and saw Gerard looking at me. His lips were moving. I then realized that he was talking to me and I took out one of my earphones.
"I'm sorry what?" I said and he smiled. I swear to God a unicorn are born every time he smile, 'cause it was one of the most beautiful things I have ever seen in my life.
"I said; will you pass me the red paint?"
"Oh" I said and looked around me and saw a tube of red painting. I grabbed it and gave it to him. "Here you go".
"Thanks" he said and when he took it our hands slightly brushed each other and I swear I felt my heart skip a beat. He smiled and turned around, back to his painting.
I didn't move for a few minutes. I just watched Gerard's hand dance over the canvas leaving bloodstains on the body of a girl he had painted. I looked back at my own painting and saw a cute cartoon-ish vampire with hazel eyes. While drawing I hadn't thought of what, but I then realized it was Gerard. He reminded me of a vampire.
Art class then ended and as I walked through the door I heard someone call I looked around and saw Gerard. He was just about to say something to me when I felt an arm on my shoulder turning me around.
"Hey, I never got your name, kid. I'm Pedicone, Mike Pedicone."
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