Band Geeks and Art Freaks
The Light Behind Your Eyes
AN:The title of the chapter is not directly associated with the song, only the title
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Gerard POV:
I took the keys from Eva’s hands, and walked toward the exit. When traveling down the aisle, it took an enormous amount of will power not to look as I walked by.
Unfortunately, I do not possess as much power as I need.
My eyes quickly flickered to the saxophone row, meeting amber eyes. A brighter hazel, with a flame behind them, unlike my own. It lasted only for a split second, before it was if we simultaneously averted our stares. I then realized he was looking at the poster behind me and that there was no way he could have been looking at me. After all, I'm me. Just Gerard, who momentarily blocked the view.
I wondered what could’ve been on the poster that intrigued him. It’s interesting how much you can tell something about a person from their actions.
Like Frank, the t-shirts he wears are only of bands. Some of which I am familiar with, but most of them he has multiple shirts of. Or like the way he sits and stares at the instrument in his lap (saxophone you pervs) with this awe and fascination for seconds on end. I made a mental note to check that poster out more, and see what it was about.
It’s not as if he was the only one I watch, I watch everyone. It must be the way he perks up when a band is mentioned or how he bites his lip when trying not to laugh at a horrible joke.
Ugh, what am I thinking? I thought. It’s almost as if I’m stalking the fucking kid.
I've tossed around the idea of bi-sexual around in my head, but this only makes it more confusing. As if high school wasn't enough. High school sexuality is one of the major screw overs in a person’s life it seems, some just can’t handle it and end up living their life in resentment.
I hate this place. We’re all in this awkward stage where we get arrogant about growing up and having a successful life, but freeze up when we’re asked what we want to do.
Or that’s most people. I already know my goal, and I have sketches to prove it.
But that’s pretty much how it is here.
You can have a plan, but be invisible or go through guns blazing, only to run out of bullets once it ends
I arrived at the room, before finally checking the key ring for the right fit. I silently cursed myself for not looking earlier, it was missing.
Suddenly, the sound of footsteps was approaching fast. I internally flinched, and my muscles tensed up to run, I hadn’t been bullied in years but it was now like an instinct.
As I turned around, I saw a bent over figure holding up a hand, which curled open to reveal a sliver key inside. Bending over to catch his breath, the head suddenly snapped up with a wild grin and energized hazel eyes that showed through his long dark bangs.
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Gerard POV:
I took the keys from Eva’s hands, and walked toward the exit. When traveling down the aisle, it took an enormous amount of will power not to look as I walked by.
Unfortunately, I do not possess as much power as I need.
My eyes quickly flickered to the saxophone row, meeting amber eyes. A brighter hazel, with a flame behind them, unlike my own. It lasted only for a split second, before it was if we simultaneously averted our stares. I then realized he was looking at the poster behind me and that there was no way he could have been looking at me. After all, I'm me. Just Gerard, who momentarily blocked the view.
I wondered what could’ve been on the poster that intrigued him. It’s interesting how much you can tell something about a person from their actions.
Like Frank, the t-shirts he wears are only of bands. Some of which I am familiar with, but most of them he has multiple shirts of. Or like the way he sits and stares at the instrument in his lap (saxophone you pervs) with this awe and fascination for seconds on end. I made a mental note to check that poster out more, and see what it was about.
It’s not as if he was the only one I watch, I watch everyone. It must be the way he perks up when a band is mentioned or how he bites his lip when trying not to laugh at a horrible joke.
Ugh, what am I thinking? I thought. It’s almost as if I’m stalking the fucking kid.
I've tossed around the idea of bi-sexual around in my head, but this only makes it more confusing. As if high school wasn't enough. High school sexuality is one of the major screw overs in a person’s life it seems, some just can’t handle it and end up living their life in resentment.
I hate this place. We’re all in this awkward stage where we get arrogant about growing up and having a successful life, but freeze up when we’re asked what we want to do.
Or that’s most people. I already know my goal, and I have sketches to prove it.
But that’s pretty much how it is here.
You can have a plan, but be invisible or go through guns blazing, only to run out of bullets once it ends
I arrived at the room, before finally checking the key ring for the right fit. I silently cursed myself for not looking earlier, it was missing.
Suddenly, the sound of footsteps was approaching fast. I internally flinched, and my muscles tensed up to run, I hadn’t been bullied in years but it was now like an instinct.
As I turned around, I saw a bent over figure holding up a hand, which curled open to reveal a sliver key inside. Bending over to catch his breath, the head suddenly snapped up with a wild grin and energized hazel eyes that showed through his long dark bangs.
@LaughingCyanide
yess you're the best, stay strong
6/11/15