Keep Out.

“You know that’s Mikey’s brother?” his stubby finger pointed at a boy I had become familiar with as, the-kid-with-no-friends. I’ve never paid much attention to the black loving guy in my English class; he’s always been one of those people I’ve shared lessons with, never spoken too or associated with; he’s just always been there. Come to think of it, he’s been in my classes since I was a kid and it was only today that I looked at him, like really looked at him.

And god, I fucking liked what I saw!

[frerard]

My story is working along side this one, which is basically Gerard's POV written by Klaus, check it out Gerard's POV