Oneshots Frerard

Colors

inspired by the song and music video of Colors by Halsey

Frank walked down the corridor of the Academy and quickly spotted Jamia Way standing against his locker, smirking up at him with her skirt built up on her knee as her foot rested against the locker. "Hello Jamia, how may I assist you?" Frank asked jokingly and she giggled loudly, obviously crushing on him.

"Just wanted to say 'hi' before I went to class," she smiled, twirling her black hair around her finger cutesy like. "Actually I wanted to know if you and your mom would like to come over and watch us paint? Then we can chat and drink tea," she added, persistence evident in her tone of voice.

"Sure, I'll tell my mom, bye Jamia!" He called after her as she trotted away. He sighed and took out his Polaroid pictures, thankful she wasn't there anymore. He opened up the little purse he had kept them in and looked at them, sighing happily and highly. Oh they were gorgeous pictures. He put them away and put them in his locker, grabbing his coat and books to go to gym then classes.

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After school he saw his mother outside waiting for him in the pickup area. He ran over and hopped in, his camera on his lap as he sat down. "Hi sweetie, how way school?"
"It was cool, Jamia Way invited us over for tea and to watch them do arty stuff," he beamed and she smiled. She was very fond of Jamia's father Gerard Way. He was a remarkable man, talented and handsome, smart and strong. He was a perfect man for her.

"We should definitely go, you and Jamia have gotten very close," she smiled as she drove out of the school's area. "Yeah I guess," he answered. He didn't like being teased and told he and Jamia should date, he didn't even like Jamia in that way. She was more like a sister or..

Stop Frank, bad thoughts, bad fantasies, he scolded himself. His mother, Lindsey, looked ahead and drove to the Way's house, saying to leave his bag in the car. She was very urgent to see Mr. Way, as she secretly want to have him in her bed then have a new brother or sister 9 months later. Frank didn't want that at all, at times he found at times his mother was selfish, having Mr. Way all to herself when he rarely spoke to the man.

They drove all the way there and showed up at the doorstep, Lindsey sporting light blue Cat shades, a white summer hat, and a blue sundress. Frank wore what he had from school earlier as they didn't go home. Lindsey rang the door bell with her white gloved hand and smiled, preparing to be seen.

When the door finally opened, there stood Mr. Way and Jamia, both smiling and saying hello.
So... hot

They invited the pair inside, Jamia closing the door behind them. The house was big but not surprising for the rich town. If you went to the Academy, you were rich because no one else could afford that. Frank's mother worked as an assistant to someone famous, but she couldn't talk about it.

"There's tea, would you like some tea?" Mr. Way asked, his voice strong and bold, sending shivers down Frank's spine.
"Yes please," Lindsey answered immediately, nodding.
"How about you Frank?" Mr. Way looked down at Frank, a smile working at his lips as his hazel eyes dug into him.

"Y-yes sir, please," Frank managed out and Mr. Way nodded, sending Jamia off to make some tea.
"Sit, please! Make yourself at home, chez moi, chez toi. That's french by the way, it means 'my house your house'," he smiled at them sitting down in a chair across the sofa they were sitting on. Jamia soon came back with tea, sitting next to me as we all sipped.

"So, Frank, how're your grades? From what I've heard they are superb," Mr. Way spoke towards Frank, making him blush a little. "All A's and one B+, in science because science is hard," he mumbled feeling sheepish at the real class that he had a B+ in.