But could we burn darlin'? Like fires in the night.

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Gerard's POV

I had finished my coffee half way through the trek to school and decided on whining to Frank about how I needed more. I really don't know how he puts up with me. We had spotted a couple Starbucks and Costa's on the way, but I didn't have enough money and we were a tad late.

"Mr Way you're late. Explain yourself." My maths teachers voice droned on, her glasses sitting on the edge of her nose while she looked me up and down. "I was up late and it's a long way from my house to here Miss." I mumbled to her, shrugging and sitting down next to the boy named Kier. I grabbed some stuff out my bag and put them on my desk, sighing.

Kier's POV

I didn't go home last night. No way was I looking at that pig's face. I thought about going to Laurence's, but I came to the conclusion that that might be sort of creepy. And I guess that sleeping on a park bench isn't as bad as I thought it was going to be. I spent most of the night staring at the dead grass and thinking about Laurence. I really do feel something for him, but I can't choose whether it's love or lust. And anyway I wouldn't have the courage to ask him out. I'd probably stutter like crazy and forget what I was trying to say.

"Hey Kier, wake up." His voice danced through my ears. I flickered my eyes open and gazed up at the beautiful boy. "O-Oh hey Laurence, is it school already?" I rubbed the sleep out of my eyes and sat up. "y-Yeah, uh, why were you sleeping on a bench? Why didn't you go home?" I watched as his brows furrowed in confusion. I shrugged and muttered "My mum and step-dad were away out and I don't like staying in the flat myself." I felt my face heat up as it usually does when I lie. "Oh right. You want to walk to school then?" "yeah sure.."

We got to school too early and ended up sitting under a tree near the gates. My stomach was growling for something to eat, but I didn't fulfill its needs. I didn't want to become too chubby or no one would like me. And I know what people would say, "Oh I'd still love you with a little bit of chub" or "You're just attention seeking." I've had the second one said to me a lot of times during my time at school. And maybe I am seeking attention, but it's only because I don't get any at home. I must've been thinking to myself for too long because soon a jotter was smacking me in the face. "What the fuck, Beveridge?" I whimpered a little and rubbed my cheek. "Well you weren't listening to me Kemp." He told me seriously, a look of annoyance on his face. "S-Sorry I-I was th-thinking and you really hurt me." I whimpered again, tearing up and standing up quickly when the bell started ringing, walking off quickly. God I'm such a pathetic twat.

Barrone's POV

I had been let in by Drew and we walked up to his room, me sitting on the bed and Drew pacing about, making me feel uncomfortable. "Drew, sit down, you're annoying me the way you're pacing about.." I looked at him as he sat down, hearing him muttering a 'sorry'. "so what was so important you had to tell me?" I mumbled sort of frustrated. "Um promise you won't hate me.." He whispered, looking down. "I won't hate you Drew, promise, now tell me?" I asked softly.

"I... well.. I like you... Like a lot. In fact, I don't like you, I fucking love you, and everything you do, and you'll probably be disgusted with me and never want me to speak to you ever again, But you have to know this, Shane Sumner, I fucking love you" He said with tears in his eyes. I relaxed and laughed a little.

"I wasn't expecting that, I thought you were going to tell me you hated me and never wanted to see my face again. Well I was wrong. And I couldn't go a day with out talking to you Drew, I couldn't go a day with out seeing your amazing smile, or hearing your adorable giggle. I wouldn't last with out your hugs. And I love you too, Drew, more than anything, I'd do anything for you Drew. You mean so much to me. And if I knew this I'd would have done this sooner" I watched as his face turned to confusion before I leaned in and kissed him, him kissing back with out any hesitation. I smiled against his soft lips.

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