Tw~ weed usage
Frank's pov

"... I mean, yeah, I kissed her! But, I dunno if she actually likes me like that..." I spoke to my friends as we walked down the school hallway. Today was Monday, the Monday after the party where I had kissed my crush and in return, she shoved me into a pool. Ugh... I like her so much...

"Did she kiss you back!?" Gerard asked. I nodded.

"Yeah, but then she pushed me into the pool."

"But she kissed you?" Mikey asked, I nodded, "So she's gotta like you at least a little bit!"

"Yeah, but girls are complicated." I explained, sitting down at my desk. Gerard sat next to me with Mikey and Ray behind us.

"Why don't you just ask her?" Mikey asked. I turned to him just as the bell rang.

"There's no way imma just, ask her! What if she says no!?" Our talking turned into hushed tones as the teacher began to speak.

"Dude, it's a simple question. The worst that could happen is her saying no. Just, ask!" Mikey explained.

"No, I can't. I gotta do something that'll grab her attention. Y'know, make her not say no?"

"What're you thinking?" Ray asked. I shrugged.

"Boys!" We turned to the teacher up front, "Stop talking!"

"Sorry..." We all apologized and went quiet for only a few moments before Gerard turned to me again.

"You could write her a song..." He spoke lowly, "Play it for her during lunch..." I nodded, then there was a tap on my shoulder. Turning, I found Mikey looking at me.

"If you're taking suggestions, you could hide in her locker and jump out when she opens it."

"How'd that help me?" I asked.

"Give her flowers when you jump out?" Mikey shrugged, unsure of his idea. I hummed. Not bad...

"Ray?"

"Eat a crayon?"

"Pass!" I cried with a disgusted look on his face, "We all saw Gerard do that and we all know how that went!"

"Still ended up with her though..." Ray said. Then, the teacher came over and shut us up.

"Mikey, Gerard," I whispered, "I like your ideas. I don't got any flowers on me, or my guitar, so I'll do them tomorrow."

"You're doing both of their's!?" Ray asked. I nodded.

"It'll be sick. I'm thinking, flowers in the morning, song at lunch. Now, how do I write a song about the girl I like?" I pondered to myself. Class eventually ended and I caught up with Hayley.

"Hey! Hayley!" She turned to me with a confused look.

"Uh, hi...?"

"So uh, I know you're friends with Y/n. Can I ask you something?" She nodded, "Do you happen to know what her favorite flowers are?"

"Uhm, what?"

"Her favorite flowers? I'm making a big grand gesture to show how much I like her!" Hayley giggled.

"Purple pansies," She said. Sick...

"Alright, thanks!" I began to walk away when she started to speak again.

"Frank, wait," I turned, "Good luck, and, Y/n likes you."

"Really!?" I asked. She nodded.

"She didn't exactly tell me, but from the way she talked about you made it very obvious."

"Y/n talks about me!?" She nodded.

"Nonstop all weekend." Finally, she walked away, leaving me alone with my thoughts. I've been crushing on this girl for so long... I'm so happy... purple pansies... got it...

Itty bitty time skip (weed usage here)

Gerard, Ray, Mikey, and I sat around my room after school. I sat at my desk with a pencil in hand, playing with it as I thought. My body was sat to the side so I could still talk to them.

"How do I write a nice song about a pretty girl?" I pondered.

"I dunno..." Gerard answered. The other two just shrugged, "What if you wrote about the party?"

"Yeah... maybe..." I thought for a moment, humming randomly to myself. My eyes were now on the pansies sat in a vase on the far right corner of my desk. Then, frustratedly, I set my head on the desk.

"Ugh, this is hard..." I whispered.

"Oh, I got an idea!" I shot my head up, turning to Gerard. He held a small bag of weed, "Let's get totally baked, and then see what we come up with! The Beatles did it all the time! And look how great they did!"

"Gimme that," I grabbed the bag, dumped the weed in a little ashtray, and lit in on fire. As the smell lingered throughout the room, I lit a thing of incense so my mother wouldn't notice the smell. Once I did that, we all sat around, taking in the drug, and seeing what sort of masterpiece we'd come up with.

Time skip to the next day

Quietly, I stood in Y/n's locker with a bouquet of purple pansies in my skeleton gloved hands. I hope I look okay... and don't smell like weed... I put some cologne on... but was it enough? I can only hope so...

Just then, I heard talking outside the locker. Excitedly, I watched the dial twist and turn from the inside.

"Yeah I dunno, I'll see ya second period."

"Uhuh, see ya!" Whoever it was she was talking to walked away, and she opened the locker. Instantly, I leaned out, and she squealed out of surprise.

"Hey Y/n, I got ya these." I held out an outstretched arm, handing her the flowers. She slowly took them from my hold, still completely shocked.

"Oh..." It took her a moment to process what was happening, "Oh! Thank you, these are my favorite," She giggled, then helped me out of the locker, "How'd you get in there?"

"Punched it." I smiled, sticking my lip ring out.

"Well, you really scared me."

"Yeah, I noticed," It went quiet between us as her cheeks went pink, I'm sure mine matched hers, "I uh, I got another surprise for ya at lunch." Her eyes instantly lit up.

"Really?" I nodded, "Aww, you really are sweet," She kissed my cheek, "Sorry for saying you smelled like a nasty stoner at the party. And, well, for acting like an ass at the beginning. It was really sweet of you to comfort me and all."

"Aw, that was no problem," She smiled, then the five minute bell rang, "Oh shit, I'll get outta your way." I slid to the side so she could get into her locker.

"Thanks, I'll see ya third period?"

"Yeah, of course..." She sent a small smile, I sent one back before walking off. What can I do? To stop myself from lookin' at you?

Hhhh another time skip to lunch

Now I sat at my usual table. Well, on top of the table with my guitar in hands, and the amp behind me, waiting for a pretty girl to walk over. Casually, I ran my fingers down the fret board, playing random notes before tuning it a bit.

"Frank?" I heard her speak, my head shot up.

"Y/n, hey," All of the sudden, I became extremely nervous.

"Uhm, you said you had a-"

"Oh! Yeah! Yeah, uhm..." I turned around to the table connected to the one I sat at. The boys looked at me sending thumbs ups and reassuring smiles.

"Alright," I looked to the table, then up to her, "I guess I'm really doing this," I smiled, she eyed me, curiously, "Boys!"

Gerard plugged the amp into the wall their end of the table was against. Then, I jumped up, and strummed loudly on the cheep crappy all black Fender Stratocaster my parents had gotten me for Christmas. Everyone sat around us began to stare.

"Mkay, this one's for you babe," Her cheeks went pink from the nickname. This only made me smirk, "Three two one!"

"What can I do? To stop myself from lookin' at you? Pretty girl from across the room? You're gonna run me to my tomb!" I thrashed around on the table as I shredded away on my all black Strat.

"Oh babe, assholes want ya, I wanna..." I strummed loudly, "... ya! Wooo! Oh babe!" My voice screamed loud over the guitar noises, "That girl's got moves, my heart goes boom, and I'm pushed into the pool!"

"What can I do? To stop myself from lookin' at you? Pretty girl from across the room? You're gonna run me to my tomb..." Throughout my singing all I could do was thrash around on the cafeteria table, I couldn't help myself. But then, the guitar went quieter as I leaned in closer to her.

"You get me goin'..." She smiled as I sang, "I wanna get some lovin'..." Her cheeks were red, and my smirk widened as I leaned in even closer, "Oh my babe, my sweetheart sugar babe, you get me goin' I wanna get some lovin' oh my babe..." As I sang, the guitar built up and up until it was real loud again. I stood back up as my voice boomed.

"You get me goin' I wanna get some lovin'..." I shrieked, "What can I do? To stop myself from lookin' at you? Pretty girl from across the room? You're gonna run me to my tomb! Oh babe..." I leaned close to her again, "My sweet beautiful princess babe, that's what I'd like you to be, so, what'll it be?" I asked as I stopped strumming, letting the strings ring out in the background until they faded away.

"So? What'll it be?" I asked again, speaking instead of singing. She had the hugest smile on her face. Everything in me wanted to kiss her right then and there, but I held back. She's so fuckin' cute...

"Uhm," She was so nervous. This just made me smile. Suddenly, I felt a tug on my shirt collar, and then, her lips were on mine, "Yeah..." She whispered against my lips. The boys and everyone watching clapped and cheered.

"That was so awesome!" She giggled, excitedly, "Wow..."

"Aww," I couldn't help but look her up and down, "You're so pretty..." She nervously laughed, and I kissed her again. Yes... this is really happening... I like her so much... pretty girl...

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Ha I wrote a shitty punk love song for this one shot and it was fun as hell!! I hope you liked the song, cause, I wrote it not to brag or anything haha. Anyways, I slid a Hey Angel face reference in there... it's kinda small idk maybe not. Eh, I hope you liked this continuation I think a few ppl asked for it? I think? Or one person? Ik SOMEONE asked lol. Have a *guitar shred* day~peace out cheesebags