Faces of failure [1/1]
Title: Faces of failure
Author : xoxxblitz7
Pairing: Frank/Gerard
Rating: R?
POV: Franks, 1st
Summary: I’ll fail anything as long as I fail with you.
Disclaimer: They are not mine, I promise.
Author Notes: This is my OLD writing so it will NOT be very well written, may contain mistakes and be pretty crappy.
I quickly shoved my toast in my mouth, throwing my bag on my back and running from my house. I was late, again. Any other day that would have been fine, but today I had an exam; My finals. I knew I should have been prepared, and was I, No! I hadn’t revised, I had been too busy on a date with Gerard. Had I listened in class, no, I had been way to busy with Gerard, holding hands under the table and sneaking from class to fuck in closets. My Mom had always told me to be the best that I could be, and I always had tried, but since meeting Gerard and becoming partners, that ambition of doing well had gone flying out of the window.
Many told me that I was wrong, that I should put my head down, ‘knuckle down’ as others would say. I simply didn’t see the point. My theory, was that you go to school to pass, then you get a job, you then die. It was a waste of my time. For me, the only thing that I wanted from life was happiness. I had that, all I needed to be happy was my family, my guitar, and of course, Gerard. I didn’t need stupid grades on a piece of paper to tell me I was a good person, I knew I was.
I ran down the road, although I didn’t want to sit the exams, or cared enough to think if I should pass or fail, I needed to get there. I knew, I should try my best, and if that wasn’t learning and revising, then I should at least try and sit the damn paper. My legs began to grow tired, I was only small so running far was not my thing. I glanced at the cars driving past quickly, if only I had a car, it would make things so much easier. I should steal my Moms, that’s a plan. I kept running as fast as I could, quickly glancing down at my Misfits watch. 9.05am. Shit. Should have been in the exam 5 minutes ago. Maths was first, we all knew how I was going to fail that with flying colours. As my legs grew weaker, a speeding car flew by, the driving honking their horn and shouting something at me. Rude bastards, never seen somebody running before? Okay, I take that back, this is America, and no, people never walk; Everybody drives.
Finally, fucking finally I arrived at school, whilst running down the corridor, rummaging through my bag, allocating my pen, calculator and my water. I skidded into the exam hall. They didn’t look impressed. I threw my black, heavily pinned and distressed bag into the corner and went to take my seat. The exam had already commenced, so I had to look for my name on my own. I knew it wouldn’t be hard, all I needed to do was find Gerard, I would be sitting next to him as we were in the same classes. After what felt like hours, I spotted my boyfriend, clad in tight black jeans and a striped jacket. He looked so hot. That was not a good thing to be sat next to in an exam, far too distracting and far to tempting for my likings. I walked over to my place and sat down, slumping down into the chair, looking at the exam paper in front of me. Joy, 2 fucking hours the exam was, how was I meant to sit still for that long? It just wasn’t going to be possible.
Once I had settled down, I opened my paper and began to stare blankly at the questions. Maths, they may as well put it in German, I was never going to grasp it. Gerard, he was good at math, he had tried to tutor me so many times, however the learning session soon turned into a heated, 30 minute make out session in which I would learn nothing but how to please my boyfriend. I guess that wasn’t a bad thing though, many times I used it to my advantage.
X + Y = 4 - 2X - (4X + 7 - 8).
What a question, I told you, it may as well be in a foreign language, there was no way in hell I was going to pass this. I sat there for a while, tongue gently resting on my lips, a determined look etched across my face. I tried many different ways to try and solve the stupid question, however none of them worked. After growing tired of trying to gain any marks that I could, I placed my head down onto the cool desk, tilting to the left so I could watch Gerard at work. We were not meant to be looking at other, it was classed at cheating, but as my head was on my desk, the moderators must have guessed I had fallen asleep.
Gerard’s hand was working quickening, a fast pace progressing as he worked on the exam paper, he was writing so fast anyone would think this exam meant life or death. He looked so concentrated, hard at work and trying to pass. I was plain bored. I wanted to sleep, I wanted to be back in bed, covers pulled up to my face, snuggled tightly into the bundles of blankets draped over my body. Unfortunately, that was a distant dream I would have to save for tomorrow morning. Now, I had to work on finishing this exam.
I attempted some more questions, merely guessing the answers, writing anything that would possibly be mathematical, also, anything that simply wasn’t, just to fill the spaces; Make the page look pretty. After about 45 minutes, I gave up. There was nothing else I could answer, every question in my reach I had answered. The rest of the paper, was ridiculous. I couldn’t even guess the answers. As I laid my head down back on to the desk facing Gerard, he looked over to me and smiled. That smile, was enough to make anyone turn to liquid. It was warm, fuzzy, cute. It made the exam that much more bearable. Although smiling was classed as a form of communication, which could lead to being dismissed from the exam, I knew Gerard didn’t care that much. He wasn’t really bothered if he failed or not either, he just had better time keeping skills than I did, and a lot more common knowledge to answer the simple math questions put forward to us.
As time passed, Gerard kept looking over to me, finally resting his head on his desk, looking towards my direction, staring into my eyes. Even though we were in the middle of an exam, it was romantic. I wanted to move from my seat and hold him, simply be together, I knew I couldn’t. One reason being our school were fuckers, any sign of gays, they would be disgusted. Two, it was an exam and any form of communication or contact was forbidden. At that moment, I really didn’t care though, so I opted for the next best thing.
“Pst. Gerard” I whispered, mostly miming so he could read my lips easily. He turned his head a little more and smiled a goofy grin at me, bearing his crooked teeth. Ah, how I loved those teeth, running my tongue over them is the best pass time.
“You okay?” Gerard questioned, mouthing the words once again so I could read them, taking the message so he didn’t have to raise his voice any louder.
“Yeah, I want to get out of here though, you know I cant stand maths” I replied, making sure I raised my voice a little, just to annoy the teacher standing near by. She walked over to us purposely, standing in the middle of mine and Gerard’s desks, so we couldn’t communicate. After smirking down at me, making sure we had now lost any contact we had going on, she moved to the front of the exam hall. Bitch. There was no way I was going to let her stop my fun, I hated school and did not see any point of sitting this exam.
I was starting to get fidgety, it always happened as I couldn’t sit still for very long. I looked up at the wall, still another hour left of the exam. I couldn’t sit still for that long; I needed to get out. I figured, that if I kept on making forbidden contact with Gerard, I would get thrown out. Perfect.
So I set to work, making as much noise as I could, dropping my pencils, throwing them under Gee’s table. I then started to tap my pens against the desk. I was receiving evil looks from the teachers, but I really didn’t care. After a while, I grew bored of this method so I decided to stretch my legs a little. I pushed up from my seat, making sure the legs of the chair scraped against the floor, making a tonne of noise that echoed through the hall. The teachers that were aimlessly wondering around the hall, quickly focused on me. I smiled at them, bearing my teeth; This was going to be great.
My eyes quickly averted to Gerard’s, a sly, sleek grin etched across my face. I walked around the chair, pushing it back under the table, continuing to make as much noise as I could. The teachers that were moderating were now overcome with rage, at least two of them walking over to my direction, ready to ask me what the commotion was about.
I noted that this was the only chance I would get to follow up my devious plan. I shuffled my feet a meter or so, standing beside Gerard on his desk. His face was filled with worry, wondering what I was doing and what tricks I was going to pull from my non existent sleeve. I looked around, noticing that the teachers had almost reached where I was situated. So to seize the moment and carry out my plan, I pushed the desk which was in front of my boyfriend away from him; He was now seated without a desk hovering over his thighs. His face was a look of confusion.
I quickly sat down on his lap, wrapping my arms around his neck and lunging into a heated, lust filled kiss. He had no choice but to participate. I pushed my tongue into his mouth, touching and pleasing every inch I could reach. I pulled back, staring into his eyes. He looked at me like I had lost the plot, and yes, maybe I had. I knew he enjoyed that public display of affection, he was always the one trying to hold my hand around school. As I was about to swing my legs around to straddle his hips, the teachers reached our desk, glaring at me.
Their faces were mixed with looks of disgust, anger and amusement. I knew now that we would be disqualified from the exam. I giggled, causing the teachers to literally pick me from my boyfriends lap, grabbing me by the arm. Gerard’s face was a picture, where I was giggling, his face was contorted into horror and shock. The woman that had killed our communication before dragged me by the arm, heading towards the main entrance to the school. I looked behind, they were removing Gerard too. My plan had worked. He looked utterly pissed off at me, I bet he had done really well in the exam, and I had ruined it for him.
After a few more tugs on my arm, I was thrown out of the school gates. The teacher that had pulled me from the exam hall told me that I was a disgusting faggot, and that I had ruined my future. At that moment, Gerard was also pushed from the school, given the exact same lecture. I swear they plan these speeches, you know, just encase? It was then that he answered back.
“I don’t give a fuck what you think, you’re a damn homophobic school that really, should burn in hell. I do not need you fucking education, a fucking monkey could teach better then your lot.” He screamed at the unsuspecting bodies of authority standing in front of him. Wow, I was shocked. Gerard Way, speaking to a teacher like that, this was a sight I never thought I would see. I think that kiss may have caused a bit of pent up anger frustration to build. Oops.
The horrified adults walked back into school, disgusted looks on their faces, still mumbling how we were fags and how fags were scum. I just laughed, grabbed Gerard’s face in my hands and pulled him in for a heated, spark igniting lip lock that stole the breath from both of us.
“I‘m sorry I made you fail.”
“Oh, its okay, those kisses certainly made up for it.” Gerard replied, bearing a cute, kissable grin. I took his hand, placing my own with his and entwining our fingers together, this was a big thing for me, failing an exam, letting the school know that I was with a guy, and publicly showing affection to my boyfriend, all in one day. It felt great. Gerard looked down at our hands, looked back at me and smiled.
“So I guess were the new faces of failure now?”
“I‘ll fail anything as long as it means I‘m with you”
Author : xoxxblitz7
Pairing: Frank/Gerard
Rating: R?
POV: Franks, 1st
Summary: I’ll fail anything as long as I fail with you.
Disclaimer: They are not mine, I promise.
Author Notes: This is my OLD writing so it will NOT be very well written, may contain mistakes and be pretty crappy.
I quickly shoved my toast in my mouth, throwing my bag on my back and running from my house. I was late, again. Any other day that would have been fine, but today I had an exam; My finals. I knew I should have been prepared, and was I, No! I hadn’t revised, I had been too busy on a date with Gerard. Had I listened in class, no, I had been way to busy with Gerard, holding hands under the table and sneaking from class to fuck in closets. My Mom had always told me to be the best that I could be, and I always had tried, but since meeting Gerard and becoming partners, that ambition of doing well had gone flying out of the window.
Many told me that I was wrong, that I should put my head down, ‘knuckle down’ as others would say. I simply didn’t see the point. My theory, was that you go to school to pass, then you get a job, you then die. It was a waste of my time. For me, the only thing that I wanted from life was happiness. I had that, all I needed to be happy was my family, my guitar, and of course, Gerard. I didn’t need stupid grades on a piece of paper to tell me I was a good person, I knew I was.
I ran down the road, although I didn’t want to sit the exams, or cared enough to think if I should pass or fail, I needed to get there. I knew, I should try my best, and if that wasn’t learning and revising, then I should at least try and sit the damn paper. My legs began to grow tired, I was only small so running far was not my thing. I glanced at the cars driving past quickly, if only I had a car, it would make things so much easier. I should steal my Moms, that’s a plan. I kept running as fast as I could, quickly glancing down at my Misfits watch. 9.05am. Shit. Should have been in the exam 5 minutes ago. Maths was first, we all knew how I was going to fail that with flying colours. As my legs grew weaker, a speeding car flew by, the driving honking their horn and shouting something at me. Rude bastards, never seen somebody running before? Okay, I take that back, this is America, and no, people never walk; Everybody drives.
Finally, fucking finally I arrived at school, whilst running down the corridor, rummaging through my bag, allocating my pen, calculator and my water. I skidded into the exam hall. They didn’t look impressed. I threw my black, heavily pinned and distressed bag into the corner and went to take my seat. The exam had already commenced, so I had to look for my name on my own. I knew it wouldn’t be hard, all I needed to do was find Gerard, I would be sitting next to him as we were in the same classes. After what felt like hours, I spotted my boyfriend, clad in tight black jeans and a striped jacket. He looked so hot. That was not a good thing to be sat next to in an exam, far too distracting and far to tempting for my likings. I walked over to my place and sat down, slumping down into the chair, looking at the exam paper in front of me. Joy, 2 fucking hours the exam was, how was I meant to sit still for that long? It just wasn’t going to be possible.
Once I had settled down, I opened my paper and began to stare blankly at the questions. Maths, they may as well put it in German, I was never going to grasp it. Gerard, he was good at math, he had tried to tutor me so many times, however the learning session soon turned into a heated, 30 minute make out session in which I would learn nothing but how to please my boyfriend. I guess that wasn’t a bad thing though, many times I used it to my advantage.
X + Y = 4 - 2X - (4X + 7 - 8).
What a question, I told you, it may as well be in a foreign language, there was no way in hell I was going to pass this. I sat there for a while, tongue gently resting on my lips, a determined look etched across my face. I tried many different ways to try and solve the stupid question, however none of them worked. After growing tired of trying to gain any marks that I could, I placed my head down onto the cool desk, tilting to the left so I could watch Gerard at work. We were not meant to be looking at other, it was classed at cheating, but as my head was on my desk, the moderators must have guessed I had fallen asleep.
Gerard’s hand was working quickening, a fast pace progressing as he worked on the exam paper, he was writing so fast anyone would think this exam meant life or death. He looked so concentrated, hard at work and trying to pass. I was plain bored. I wanted to sleep, I wanted to be back in bed, covers pulled up to my face, snuggled tightly into the bundles of blankets draped over my body. Unfortunately, that was a distant dream I would have to save for tomorrow morning. Now, I had to work on finishing this exam.
I attempted some more questions, merely guessing the answers, writing anything that would possibly be mathematical, also, anything that simply wasn’t, just to fill the spaces; Make the page look pretty. After about 45 minutes, I gave up. There was nothing else I could answer, every question in my reach I had answered. The rest of the paper, was ridiculous. I couldn’t even guess the answers. As I laid my head down back on to the desk facing Gerard, he looked over to me and smiled. That smile, was enough to make anyone turn to liquid. It was warm, fuzzy, cute. It made the exam that much more bearable. Although smiling was classed as a form of communication, which could lead to being dismissed from the exam, I knew Gerard didn’t care that much. He wasn’t really bothered if he failed or not either, he just had better time keeping skills than I did, and a lot more common knowledge to answer the simple math questions put forward to us.
As time passed, Gerard kept looking over to me, finally resting his head on his desk, looking towards my direction, staring into my eyes. Even though we were in the middle of an exam, it was romantic. I wanted to move from my seat and hold him, simply be together, I knew I couldn’t. One reason being our school were fuckers, any sign of gays, they would be disgusted. Two, it was an exam and any form of communication or contact was forbidden. At that moment, I really didn’t care though, so I opted for the next best thing.
“Pst. Gerard” I whispered, mostly miming so he could read my lips easily. He turned his head a little more and smiled a goofy grin at me, bearing his crooked teeth. Ah, how I loved those teeth, running my tongue over them is the best pass time.
“You okay?” Gerard questioned, mouthing the words once again so I could read them, taking the message so he didn’t have to raise his voice any louder.
“Yeah, I want to get out of here though, you know I cant stand maths” I replied, making sure I raised my voice a little, just to annoy the teacher standing near by. She walked over to us purposely, standing in the middle of mine and Gerard’s desks, so we couldn’t communicate. After smirking down at me, making sure we had now lost any contact we had going on, she moved to the front of the exam hall. Bitch. There was no way I was going to let her stop my fun, I hated school and did not see any point of sitting this exam.
I was starting to get fidgety, it always happened as I couldn’t sit still for very long. I looked up at the wall, still another hour left of the exam. I couldn’t sit still for that long; I needed to get out. I figured, that if I kept on making forbidden contact with Gerard, I would get thrown out. Perfect.
So I set to work, making as much noise as I could, dropping my pencils, throwing them under Gee’s table. I then started to tap my pens against the desk. I was receiving evil looks from the teachers, but I really didn’t care. After a while, I grew bored of this method so I decided to stretch my legs a little. I pushed up from my seat, making sure the legs of the chair scraped against the floor, making a tonne of noise that echoed through the hall. The teachers that were aimlessly wondering around the hall, quickly focused on me. I smiled at them, bearing my teeth; This was going to be great.
My eyes quickly averted to Gerard’s, a sly, sleek grin etched across my face. I walked around the chair, pushing it back under the table, continuing to make as much noise as I could. The teachers that were moderating were now overcome with rage, at least two of them walking over to my direction, ready to ask me what the commotion was about.
I noted that this was the only chance I would get to follow up my devious plan. I shuffled my feet a meter or so, standing beside Gerard on his desk. His face was filled with worry, wondering what I was doing and what tricks I was going to pull from my non existent sleeve. I looked around, noticing that the teachers had almost reached where I was situated. So to seize the moment and carry out my plan, I pushed the desk which was in front of my boyfriend away from him; He was now seated without a desk hovering over his thighs. His face was a look of confusion.
I quickly sat down on his lap, wrapping my arms around his neck and lunging into a heated, lust filled kiss. He had no choice but to participate. I pushed my tongue into his mouth, touching and pleasing every inch I could reach. I pulled back, staring into his eyes. He looked at me like I had lost the plot, and yes, maybe I had. I knew he enjoyed that public display of affection, he was always the one trying to hold my hand around school. As I was about to swing my legs around to straddle his hips, the teachers reached our desk, glaring at me.
Their faces were mixed with looks of disgust, anger and amusement. I knew now that we would be disqualified from the exam. I giggled, causing the teachers to literally pick me from my boyfriends lap, grabbing me by the arm. Gerard’s face was a picture, where I was giggling, his face was contorted into horror and shock. The woman that had killed our communication before dragged me by the arm, heading towards the main entrance to the school. I looked behind, they were removing Gerard too. My plan had worked. He looked utterly pissed off at me, I bet he had done really well in the exam, and I had ruined it for him.
After a few more tugs on my arm, I was thrown out of the school gates. The teacher that had pulled me from the exam hall told me that I was a disgusting faggot, and that I had ruined my future. At that moment, Gerard was also pushed from the school, given the exact same lecture. I swear they plan these speeches, you know, just encase? It was then that he answered back.
“I don’t give a fuck what you think, you’re a damn homophobic school that really, should burn in hell. I do not need you fucking education, a fucking monkey could teach better then your lot.” He screamed at the unsuspecting bodies of authority standing in front of him. Wow, I was shocked. Gerard Way, speaking to a teacher like that, this was a sight I never thought I would see. I think that kiss may have caused a bit of pent up anger frustration to build. Oops.
The horrified adults walked back into school, disgusted looks on their faces, still mumbling how we were fags and how fags were scum. I just laughed, grabbed Gerard’s face in my hands and pulled him in for a heated, spark igniting lip lock that stole the breath from both of us.
“I‘m sorry I made you fail.”
“Oh, its okay, those kisses certainly made up for it.” Gerard replied, bearing a cute, kissable grin. I took his hand, placing my own with his and entwining our fingers together, this was a big thing for me, failing an exam, letting the school know that I was with a guy, and publicly showing affection to my boyfriend, all in one day. It felt great. Gerard looked down at our hands, looked back at me and smiled.
“So I guess were the new faces of failure now?”
“I‘ll fail anything as long as it means I‘m with you”