Frank is the typical punk boy in your school, he played in a band with his three friends, Ray and the Way brothers, Gerard and Mikey. He played guitar, always wore these stupid skeleton fingerless gloves, never wore the full school uniform, but instead had a band t-shirt under his blouse, he was handsome. Really handsome in your eyes. You knew other people sometimes made fun of him and his friends but that never stopped you from admiring him from afar.

It was nearly valentines day.. You had no one. No one to give a gift to, to hold, no one to kiss, nothing. So you decided to write a love letter for Frank.. As cheesy as you knew it was, you decided to go ahead and do it anyways. You'd never know if you didn't try.

'Dear Frank, I'm not sure how to say this, I'm not good at words or talking but you're absolutely stunning. I'd love for you to be my valentine for valentines day even if I'm too chicken to tell you in person. Xoxo, your secret admirer.'

You slipped the piece of paper into his locker before hurrying off down the hallway, heading to the art room where you'd continue your folio.

When Frank read the note, his face went red and he frowned. Who the hell would send him a note like this...? He was seen as an outcast, not someone to admire. Now he had to figure out who gave it to him before valentines day. Great. Just what he needed before his band played live in the school talent show, some girl or guy crushing on him.

Frank looked around before crumpling the paper up and shoving it into his pocket and slamming his locker shut. He walked off down the corridor, hands shoved into is blazer pockets.