Forever
Meeting Gerard
As I lie there on the beat up white couch, I start to think. Not about one particular thing, but just letting my mind go wherever. I was just about to fall asleep when my phone started ringing. It startled me so much I nearly fell off the couch.
"Hello?"
"JOHNSON JOHNSON POTATO JOHNSON," the voice screamed. "JOHNSON!" Then they hung up.
"Stupid fuckin' prank callers," I mumbled to myself.
I got up from the couch and took a shower. I hadn't left my apartment in almost a week, but I had a job interview today. I decided to wear my white button up shirt, black pants, and my only shoes, black converse.
When the interview was over, I felt pretty confident. I decided to go to Starbucks and get some coffee while I was out. "Can I get a grande iced mocha please?"
"Name?" the cashier asked.
"Frank," I replied.
While I was walking out the door I ran into someone and spilled ALL OVER.
"Oh man, I am so sorry!" The person replied.
"It's fine, I'll get another," I said.
"Here, I'll buy it."
He walked over to the register and ordered another. As he was handing it to me I saw the name on the cup. "Thank you, Gerard," I said, squinting as the handwriting of the lady working here wasn't the most readable.
He grabbed a paper towel and started cleaning it off the floor. "What's your name?" He asked, still turned away from me.
"Iero. Frank Iero," I said as he stood up.
"I'm Gerard," he said. I pointed to my cup, smiling.
For the first time I saw his face. As soon as he turned around I knew he was the best part of my day. He had hazel eyes, a pointed nose, chin length black hair, and oh, God, his eyebrows. He had perfect eyebrows. He smiled and I couldn't help but to back up. I had never felt this way before about anyone.
"Want to sit down?" He asked. I nodded and finally managed to choke out, "yeah."
We talked about my interview, his brother who plays bass for a local band I had heard of, and many other things. I got my phone out to put in his number, and after I had texted him to make sure I entered it right, I noticed I had been there almost four hours.
"Holy shit, it's late," I exclaimed. "I have to go meet my friend in half an hour. I'll text you tomorrow," I said.
"Cool. So are we friends now?" Gerard asked.
"Yep," I replied as I rushed to go to my car.
"Hello?"
"JOHNSON JOHNSON POTATO JOHNSON," the voice screamed. "JOHNSON!" Then they hung up.
"Stupid fuckin' prank callers," I mumbled to myself.
I got up from the couch and took a shower. I hadn't left my apartment in almost a week, but I had a job interview today. I decided to wear my white button up shirt, black pants, and my only shoes, black converse.
When the interview was over, I felt pretty confident. I decided to go to Starbucks and get some coffee while I was out. "Can I get a grande iced mocha please?"
"Name?" the cashier asked.
"Frank," I replied.
While I was walking out the door I ran into someone and spilled ALL OVER.
"Oh man, I am so sorry!" The person replied.
"It's fine, I'll get another," I said.
"Here, I'll buy it."
He walked over to the register and ordered another. As he was handing it to me I saw the name on the cup. "Thank you, Gerard," I said, squinting as the handwriting of the lady working here wasn't the most readable.
He grabbed a paper towel and started cleaning it off the floor. "What's your name?" He asked, still turned away from me.
"Iero. Frank Iero," I said as he stood up.
"I'm Gerard," he said. I pointed to my cup, smiling.
For the first time I saw his face. As soon as he turned around I knew he was the best part of my day. He had hazel eyes, a pointed nose, chin length black hair, and oh, God, his eyebrows. He had perfect eyebrows. He smiled and I couldn't help but to back up. I had never felt this way before about anyone.
"Want to sit down?" He asked. I nodded and finally managed to choke out, "yeah."
We talked about my interview, his brother who plays bass for a local band I had heard of, and many other things. I got my phone out to put in his number, and after I had texted him to make sure I entered it right, I noticed I had been there almost four hours.
"Holy shit, it's late," I exclaimed. "I have to go meet my friend in half an hour. I'll text you tomorrow," I said.
"Cool. So are we friends now?" Gerard asked.
"Yep," I replied as I rushed to go to my car.
Notes
sorry if its bad-Tyler
lmfao thanks :) i will tonight
8/10/13