Everybody Talks Too Much

Rumor; talk or opinion widely disseminated with no discernible source : a statement or report current without known authority for its truth.

Life as a teenager is tough. Especially as a teenager who also happens to be gay, and a outcast with few friends. But hey, what can you do? Crying about it certainly won't help, but I suppose that you could carry forth and do so. But let's be honest... It is not going to get you anywhere.

I sighed as I sank further into the hard plastic chair, wishing to be anywhere but my maths class. The remaining fifteen minutes will be hell, no doubt, but I'm looking foward to break where I get to see my friends, oh yeah, and him. Frank Anthony Iero. The boy that I have been madly in love with since the second grade. He's got short, dark brown hair, with a long side fringe, and these beautiful, russet green eyes, and perfect lips. They aren't too full, but aren't too thin either, with little metal hoop on the right side. Ten minutes.

He is really small too. He is like five feet four inches, and his body is slim but definitely toned. Lyn says I stare at him way too much. So much that it seems to have become an obsession, of sorts. She is always telling me that, "Maybe, just maybe I should go talk to him." but I am quite content with just staring at him from afar. Five minutes.

I glare at the chalk board, trying to destroy it with my nonexistent, super powered, melting eyes of doom. It clearly has an effect that is very little, so I pull out my journal, an idea suggested by Lyn to stop mental breakdowns and such, and yes, its a journal, not a diary, and began to wrote what was on my mind. It actually helps to write down my feelings, and lyrics, and stories, just anything private, ya know, in the little brown book. My personal thoughts that no one else will know, not Lyn, or my brother, or anyone else. RIIIIIINNNNNNG

I hurriedly gather my books in my arms, and race to the door wanting nothing more than to get away from the wretched classroom and to my friends. I have barely stepped out of the door when, in my haste, I run into the school bully and quarterback of the football team, Alec. Not only did I run into him, but in my apparent quest to become a bowling ball, I knocked both of our books, and myself to the ground.

"Watch where you're going, Gay Way." he sneered at me, as I scrambled to pick up mine and his books while stuttering a apology. He shoved me as he took his books but that was all, so I was once again impersonating a race car, weaving in and out of students to get to the back door. Me and the guys all hang out at the old oak tree behind the school during break when most of the other kids are in the canteen.

"Hey Gee!" Lyn greeted me enthusiastically when I arrived.

"Hey." I panted back nodding at my brother, Mikey, our friend Ray, who has the most massive 'fro ever, and the protected of our group, Bob, who is big, muscled, and scary looking, but acts like an extremely feminine kitten.
"What's got you all frazzled?" Mikey asked, causing me to raise my eyebrow in question. "Well I mean, you usually elude physical activity in general, yet here you are, looking like you just ran a marathon." he explained. I launched into my tale about double maths, and apelike goons while I began to place my books in my bag.

"OH MY GOD! ITS NOT HERE! OH MY GOD! " I screeched frantically, interrupting my own story. The guys, as well as a few other people in the surrounding area, including Frank, all looked over at me in alarm.

"What's not there? " Bob asked a smirk forming on his face.

"OH MY GOD! LYN! MY FVCKING DIARY! ITS GONE!" I yelled, as it seems that i have lost my marbles.

" Aha! So you finally admit its a diary!"

" Lyn! This is not the time! Its gone! Not here! All my thoughts, secrets, OHMIGOD! LYN!!!!!" I screamed, and well it is a perfectly acceptable time to freak out consisting that someone in this world has the power to potentially end my life. Okay, maybe not that far, but you get the point.

"Calm down, Gerard," she said in an incredibly soothing tone, " We'll find you're "journal" and problem solved. Where was the last place you had it?"

My eyes widened in horror as i choked out the only place it could be. "Alec must have it. I must have accidentally given it to him with his books."

Ray, Mikey, and Bob are in hysterics at this point, while Lyn shakes her head. " Sorry Gee, but if you want that book back, you have to get it yourself."

I dreaded the thought of even asking Alec about the book, and I knew that he would make my life a living hell if I didn't. And quite possibly if I did as well. I don't think it really mattered, perhaps he just liked to torment me. Whatever the matter may be, I need to think of something. And something fast. I groaned as the bell rang, signaling the end of break. This is the worst day ever! Not only did I lose my deepest, darkest thoughts, but I didn't even get to stare at Frank.

I stumbled into my next class, Biology, three minutes late, cutting off my teachers incredibly important rant. He glared as I ambled to my seat, giving a half hearted apology. Oh well, biology is my favorite class because Frank is in it, and I get to sit right behind him. As soon as I sit down, I pulled out my sketchbook, to drown out Professor Kitts voice. Minutes into my drawing, I felt someone tap on my arm.
"Hey," a hushed voice said, while its owner poked my arm again. I looked up to see a pair of deep, russet eyes staring back into mine.

"Uh..... Oophamblwmsj!" I spluttered, causing the boy in front of me to giggle. And I do mean giggle, like a school girl.

"Kitts wants us in pairs for the worksheet," he said, " you wanna team up?"

"Umm.. Okay.." I said trying to keep my voice steady. On the inside I was thrilled! A gorgeous boy, whom I have never spoken to be fore this moment, wants to work with me?! Kitts handed us the worksheet, and we were done in minutes. I'm sorta really good at science, but apparently I fail at small talk. Frank and I have been sitting in utter science for almost five minutes.
"So...." I began, not really knowing how to continue.

" Umm.. If you don't mind my asking," he paused, uncertainty clouding his eyes, " Um... What happened at break...?"

I sat for a moment, trying how to figure out what to say without sounding like a complete idiot. Which is very hard to do when you are said term. " I lost a book... A really important one..." WOW! Way to go genius! You sound totally lame, I mentally scolded myself.

" Oh. Okay." he said, not pushing the subject, but curiosity clearly written over his face. We sat silently once more, and i was desperate to find something to talk about.

" So what kind of music are you into?"

As it turns out, we have a ton in common. The conversation flowed easily, from music to movies, to books, and I ended the hour even more madly in love with the boy. Bob met me at the door to walk to our next class, and the instant I saw him, I had a plan to save my social life.
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" Let me get this straight, YOU want ME to get the diary back from Alec? By scaring him?"

"Yes! And its a journal, not a diary!"

"Whatever." he rolled his eyes. " I'll do it, but you owe me." We walked into the class, and saw Alec. He was reading my book!!

"Goo!!!" I whispered, shoving Bob foward. I sat down at my desk, and turned in my seat to watch their conversation. Bob bent down in front of the seated boy, and I saw his face go pale. Moments later, Bob walked back with my book in hand. "What did you say?!?!"

" Calm down, Geetard. I told him to give it back and to keep his mouth shut about what he read." I turned around to see the boy glaring at me, so I raised my eyebrow and smirked. He looked away, then picked up his phone. I turned back to Bob and gave him a big hug.

"Thanks so much, man." He just nodded.

My next class was gym, and God, did I hate that class. I entered the large red and white gym, seeing most of the class gathered in a circle. That's not weird at all... One of those fake tanned , crayola faced girls emerged from the circle, and glanced at me. She laughed and walked over to some friends. Well okay then... It only took a few more moments of this to realize something was up.

"Gerard!" screeched a familiar voice.

"Hey Lyn," I said as she approached me warily .

" I'm guessing you haven't heard." she grimaced.

"Heard what?" she stayed silent , looking at me with a concerned expression. "Lyn? Heard what?"

"Just come with me." she said, grabbing my hand and dragging me to out of the gym and down the hallway.
She let go once we were at he locker."Oh my god, Lyn, I actually talked to him! We worked to get her on a science paper and he likes the same-"

"Gerard!" she yelled, cutting me off, " Shut up and look at this!" She handed me her Ipad with the schools website loaded. It was showing the online newspaper, which is usually just the school gossip. Normally, this website wouldn't concern me, but when you find an article headlined "Gerard Gay", well its not exactly encouraging. I read through to see that these words are not from the lead editor of the paper, but from me. These are my words, private words about a certain boy. Words that no one should have ever seen. Words that will end my very being, and cause great embarrassment.

"I'm sorry, Gee..." Lyn said, seeing my mortified expression. I just nodded, handed her the Ipad, and took off running down the hallway. I wasn't sure where o was going but it honestly didn't care. My life was over. I flung myself into one of the janitors closets, and locked the door. It is perfectly acceptable to have an early life crisis in which you throw yourself to the ground, in a closet filled with paint and chemicals, and cry for hours. I had no conscious plans of getting up, not even when I heard the bell ring, signaling the end of the day. In fact, I may have never left the closet, if it hadn't had been for Ray's booming voice in the hallways scaring the jeebs out of me, and causing a haphazardly placed bucket of paint to come crashing to the floor. This creating a sound that can only describe a gun firing, and a young girl screaming.

"Guys, I think I found him! " my brother's voice squeaked. It wasn't long after, that there were poundings on my door, with pleading calls for me to come out.

"Go away! " I yelled "My life is over." There was a long silence, followed by some shuffling. I figured that they had maybe left, and that was fine by me. I sat up, and leaned against a metal ladder. Not the most comfortable thing, but I can't really be picky at a time like this.

A soft knock on the door startled me. "What do you want now? Did I not just tell all you fvckers to leave me alone?" I called through the door, hoping my friends will get the point.

"Well, Gerard, I'm sure you did say that, but I really need to talk to you." I squeaked. I knew that voice, and it wasn't from one of the many insults that I hurled at my brother, or the long talks with Lyn. This voice was smooth, perfect, as if it Han come from an angle sent by god himself.

"F-f-frank?" I stuttered sounding like a complete idiot.

" Can I come in?" he asked.

I slowly got up, unlocked the door, and the returned to my original position. Seconds later, the door opened and an angel walked in. Frank sat cross-legged in front of me and looked into my eyes.

"Why are you hiding in a closet?"

My answer was quite simple. " 'Cause, everybody talks to much."

"Ahh... I see."

I looked down at my shoes, and heard Frank shuffle. I looked up and was startled by how close he was to me, our faces mere inches apart.

"And what is the rumor mil churning out these days?" He asked, his warm breath fanning out over my face.

" Oh. Umm. Gahblahstif.. Urmm. Ya know, the usual." I replied as casually as I could when I was freaking out.

He chuckled, before pressing his soft lips gently against my own chapped ones. He pulled away a second later. " Oh yeah the usual." I giggled and wrapped my arms around his waist and pulled him in for another kiss.

/"It started with a whisper,
And that was when I kissed ya,
And then you made my lips hurt,
I can't even chit-chat,
Now take me to your love shack,
Mama's always gotta backtrack,
Everybody talks babe."/