Grayson's Christmas Special

Hah. Form K had been lumped with doing the Christmas play this year. This was gonna be amazing. Amazingly shit. And amazing to laugh at. Because, come on, everyone knew that they were the worst form in the entire school. Who did they even have of relevance or talent in that form at all?

Frank forced himself not to think of the dark skinned, toned and definitely talented boy who shall not be named.

But just then the bell went and the rest of the school came pouring out into the corridors. Ah. Frank may have 'forgotten' to go to lessons. Again. Oops. Meh, looked like they were over now, anyway. And he was free to go. Thank god. Bunking off was fucking tiring.

But as he was sauntering down the corridor, children parting for him like the royalty he was, someone dared to bump into him.

"Oi, watch it, you fat arse." He spat, turning to confront the bastard.

Only to find the aforementioned, remaining nameless boy.

"Oh, sorry babes. Didn't see you there. Gotta dash." Stephen laughed – god his laugh - and ran off again, probably to some poxy dance class where he would prance around in basically knickers, stretching his flexible muscles and glowing with sweat.

Frank had to hurriedly shake off that thought.

But how dare he treat him like that? How dare he not be afraid of Frank? How dare he barely even notice that Frank was there and annoyed?

The little shit was driving Frank crazy. This was torture.

He tried to shrug it off and walk home, but everywhere he looked, everything that passed through his mind, brought his thoughts back to the fucking poof. In fact, this happened way too much. Like 'every single day' too much. Like 'every single fucking minute' too much.

This couldn't be healthy for Frank's brain.

He had to do something about it.

Now, there were only a few things that Frank could actually think of that might enable him to deal with he-who-shall-not-be-named. One: he could get off with loads of girls and shag them behind various dustbins or in abandoned alleys and try and forget about him. Already tried that really. Didn't work. Not one bit.

Two: he could pine for him secretly, but no one must ever know. Just keep his distance, watch him from afar. Feel his heart slowly breaking into a million different pieces. Hmm… he didn't really like the sound of that.

Three: he could grow a pair and actually do something to get the bitch's attention. There was a risk of rejection, but there was also a chance he might actually possibly like him back. And then it was either over or it wasn't and he could move on with his life, with or without freaking Carmichael.

Well, that was the only option really, wasn't it.

But how?

And then it hit him. The Christmas Play. As he had already said, Form K wasn't exactly brimming with talent… aka it was a dump full of shitheads. He could easily get in. And if not, well, Frank was sure he could find another way to… persuade… Dickers.

But what the hell could he possibly do for his audition? He didn't know any plays or shit. He needed something good, something unexpected, that would really impress Stephen. Yeh… something romantic and sweet and beautiful. God he sounded like such a fucking pussy. But he needed this is he was ever gonna get the attention of someone as fucking amazing as Stephen.

And then it hit him. That Shakespeare guy is pretty good at writing plays and stuff like that right? Frank was pretty sure that he'd heard about him somewhere, he was quite famous. Best Frank was gonna get. Plus, didn't he write like Romeo and Juliet that Leonardo di Caprio was in? That shit's romantic right? Cool, he'd do that. Shakespeare. Yeh. Bitches love Shakespeare.

Sorry it's so short. More to come, aiming for one chapter per night.