Forever
They Don't Like Who You Are, You Won't Like Where We'll Go
I sat in my car contemplating whether or not to call him. Him with the hazel eyes and the black hair. Him. I sighed I picked up my phone and typed in 'Ger' and tapped his name. His beautiful name. So squared off. Gerard.
"Hello?" he answered.
"Hey," I said, really nervous from hearing his voice.
"What's up?" he asked after an awkward pause.
"Just thought I might see if you wanted to go get something to eat," I replied. I waited a few seconds, my heart sinking.
"That sounds awesome!" Gerard said.
"Cool! How about Olive Garden at 6?" I asked.
"Tonight?"
"Um... Tonight would be great but if you have plans..." I said nervously.
"NO! I would love to go tonight." He said.
We said goodbye and I closed my eyes, thinking about his beautiful voice. I looked to see what time it was. 5:12, The clock read. I sighed and drove off to my house.
Around 5:30, I started to freak out. What if he thinks I'm a pussy for being a vegeterian? What if he likes girls? Oh, God, I bet he likes girls. Nobody as perfect as that can be gay.
***
When I got to Olive Garden half an hour later, I walked in the door and immediately the first thing I saw was Gerard sitting on the floor playing with his gloves.
"Why are you sitting on the floor?" I asked.
"There isn't any room on the benches, Fred." he replied. I couldn't even feel my hands. I was numb. How could he forget my name?
"Jesus, I'm kidding. Don't look so butt hurt." He said, smiling.
"Way," The lady at the counter yelled. Gerard and I followed her to the table in the far corner.
"So, Frank, What do you like?" Gerard asked. "Do you listen to music?"
"I like Smashing Pumpkins," I replied. "and Nirvana. But usually I listen to harder shit like Slayer and Pantera."
"Wow, you have really good taste in music!" he exclaimed. "I just bought Zeitgeist on CD this morning!"
I looked at him for a few seconds just gazing into those perfect green eyes. They seemed to get closer and closer until...
"Would you like something to drink?" interrupted the waiter.
Fuck you. I want to fucking jump on you and tear your fucking windpipe out of your neck. I was about to have a fucking moment you shithead.
"Can I please have a Coke?" Gerard and I asked at the same time. We looked at each other and giggled.
"Two Cokes coming up," He announced with a sigh.
"Hello?" he answered.
"Hey," I said, really nervous from hearing his voice.
"What's up?" he asked after an awkward pause.
"Just thought I might see if you wanted to go get something to eat," I replied. I waited a few seconds, my heart sinking.
"That sounds awesome!" Gerard said.
"Cool! How about Olive Garden at 6?" I asked.
"Tonight?"
"Um... Tonight would be great but if you have plans..." I said nervously.
"NO! I would love to go tonight." He said.
We said goodbye and I closed my eyes, thinking about his beautiful voice. I looked to see what time it was. 5:12, The clock read. I sighed and drove off to my house.
Around 5:30, I started to freak out. What if he thinks I'm a pussy for being a vegeterian? What if he likes girls? Oh, God, I bet he likes girls. Nobody as perfect as that can be gay.
***
When I got to Olive Garden half an hour later, I walked in the door and immediately the first thing I saw was Gerard sitting on the floor playing with his gloves.
"Why are you sitting on the floor?" I asked.
"There isn't any room on the benches, Fred." he replied. I couldn't even feel my hands. I was numb. How could he forget my name?
"Jesus, I'm kidding. Don't look so butt hurt." He said, smiling.
"Way," The lady at the counter yelled. Gerard and I followed her to the table in the far corner.
"So, Frank, What do you like?" Gerard asked. "Do you listen to music?"
"I like Smashing Pumpkins," I replied. "and Nirvana. But usually I listen to harder shit like Slayer and Pantera."
"Wow, you have really good taste in music!" he exclaimed. "I just bought Zeitgeist on CD this morning!"
I looked at him for a few seconds just gazing into those perfect green eyes. They seemed to get closer and closer until...
"Would you like something to drink?" interrupted the waiter.
Fuck you. I want to fucking jump on you and tear your fucking windpipe out of your neck. I was about to have a fucking moment you shithead.
"Can I please have a Coke?" Gerard and I asked at the same time. We looked at each other and giggled.
"Two Cokes coming up," He announced with a sigh.
lmfao thanks :) i will tonight
8/10/13