Sick Hearts: 4.

D-did he just say, Frank Iero? No, it's all just my imagination. I couldn't have that much luck...could I? The boy just stood there.

"Franklin-"

"For the love of God, my name is Frank," Frank retorted.

"Sorry, Frank, take a seat anywhere you'd like."

Frank nodded. I hope he didn't take the seat across from me. Please don't, I don't wanna say anything yet. Just keep walking.

Whewph! He walked right by me and sat down next to Mark Hoppus, probably the coolest kid in the school. He was a good guy too, that's not something you hear everyday, the popular kid being nice? Well, Mark was.

I shook my head free of thoughts and went back to sketching. I let my mind wander aimlessly. Before I knew it, the bell was ringing. I gathered my things and shoved them away in my cubbie. I walked slowly to my next class. I walked in to Chem and sat next to Bob.

"Hey, Gee, what's wrong? You look like you just saw a ghost."
   
"Um, do you remember how I told you about my best friend from when I was little, Frank?"

"Yeah?"

"Well, Mikey and I were going to go find him this weekend in New York, and today in art, we had a new student...Frank Iero. Is that like a sign from God or anything?"

Bob chuckled.

"That's strange, but I really don't think it's a sign from God, dude."

"Well you never know, Bob."

"True, well, did you say anything to him?"

"Fuck that! No way! What would I say? 'I'm Gerard Way, remember me? We were best friends before you moved away, I've missed you?'"

"Doesn't sound bad at all, Gee."

"I don't know, Bob. I think I'm going to wait a little to say anything."

"That's all up to you, Gee."

I nodded.

"I'll do it eventually." I sighed.