Run Away With Me
The Sleepover Part 3
When we got to Gerard's house he let go of my hand. I wanted to pout and make him hold my hand longer, but of course I couldn't do that. Gerard opened the front door and motioned me to follow him. As I entered the house, I noticed how warm and nice it was. The walls were painted a nice yellow color, and the carpet was clean and soft.
"Mom, I brought a friend!" Gerard called out as we entered the kitchen. A woman with dark hair was standing by the stove cooking spaghetti. She turned around at the sound of her sons voice.
"Oh, you must be Frank! Gerard told me all about you!" She chipped in a pretty sing song voice. She walked over to Gerard and I, and to my surprise gave us both hugs. It was so nice, being able to enter a house without being afraid. "What happened to your head?" She asked me. Oh shit, I had forgotten.
"I fell, nothing really." I felt bad for lying, but I had to.
"Hey mom, we're going to my room." Gerard said with a blush light on his cheeks. I followed Gerard to the basement and was surprised to see how nice his room was. The walls wrre were black and had a bunch of band posters on them, GreenDay, Misfits, all the band's I listen to. There was a desk in the corner of the room that was cluttered with pencils and sketchbooks. I wandered over to the desk and picked up a sketchbook.
"Dont look at that!" Gerard gave a panicked yelp.
"Oh come on, I won't hurt it Gerard." I whined a bit, giving a pouty look.
Gerard bit his lip. "Well, alright, you won't like them though." He gave a sad sigh. I opened sthe the book and gasped a bit. Inside were beautiful drawings. Some were of superheroes, some were of his mom and brother. I turned another page and my breath caught in my chest. It was a drawing of me. It was perfect. It had my piecing, my tattooed that I had worked hard to get the money for, my eyes looked sad and real, there was a hand print on my cheek. He must have drawn what I looked like the day he met me. I looked up at Gerard, he looked as if he was about to cry.
"Gerard, look at me." I whispered, barely able to speak. Gerard looked up.
"Im sorry Frank, I didn't mean to weird you out." He said softly. I gently grabbed his face in my hand.
"They are beautiful, and I love them." I whispered my throat suddenly dry.
"Your beautiful." He whispered looking me in the eyes. He leaned down and kissed the bruise on my head. My heart stopped beating and I couldn't breath. I was filled with a sudden longing for Gerard, I just wanted to be with him. The small crush I had on him grew into something more. I tried to speak, but couldn't. "Lets get your head cleaned up." He said.
"Mom, I brought a friend!" Gerard called out as we entered the kitchen. A woman with dark hair was standing by the stove cooking spaghetti. She turned around at the sound of her sons voice.
"Oh, you must be Frank! Gerard told me all about you!" She chipped in a pretty sing song voice. She walked over to Gerard and I, and to my surprise gave us both hugs. It was so nice, being able to enter a house without being afraid. "What happened to your head?" She asked me. Oh shit, I had forgotten.
"I fell, nothing really." I felt bad for lying, but I had to.
"Hey mom, we're going to my room." Gerard said with a blush light on his cheeks. I followed Gerard to the basement and was surprised to see how nice his room was. The walls wrre were black and had a bunch of band posters on them, GreenDay, Misfits, all the band's I listen to. There was a desk in the corner of the room that was cluttered with pencils and sketchbooks. I wandered over to the desk and picked up a sketchbook.
"Dont look at that!" Gerard gave a panicked yelp.
"Oh come on, I won't hurt it Gerard." I whined a bit, giving a pouty look.
Gerard bit his lip. "Well, alright, you won't like them though." He gave a sad sigh. I opened sthe the book and gasped a bit. Inside were beautiful drawings. Some were of superheroes, some were of his mom and brother. I turned another page and my breath caught in my chest. It was a drawing of me. It was perfect. It had my piecing, my tattooed that I had worked hard to get the money for, my eyes looked sad and real, there was a hand print on my cheek. He must have drawn what I looked like the day he met me. I looked up at Gerard, he looked as if he was about to cry.
"Gerard, look at me." I whispered, barely able to speak. Gerard looked up.
"Im sorry Frank, I didn't mean to weird you out." He said softly. I gently grabbed his face in my hand.
"They are beautiful, and I love them." I whispered my throat suddenly dry.
"Your beautiful." He whispered looking me in the eyes. He leaned down and kissed the bruise on my head. My heart stopped beating and I couldn't breath. I was filled with a sudden longing for Gerard, I just wanted to be with him. The small crush I had on him grew into something more. I tried to speak, but couldn't. "Lets get your head cleaned up." He said.
Notes
Ok I'm on my tablet and for some reason it just keeps cutting off like more than half of what I write, so I'm just going to upload this and see what happens. If to much is cut off I will come back and edit it on my laptop. Sorry!Update- I fixed it!
Never change.
#WOLFY#
We're gonna miss you... I hope you're successful in your quest to become a better artist...
2/18/14