GERARD P.O.V.

I grip the warm Starbucks cup and stare at its contents.
How did he know to get me straight black?
"Thanks.." I mutter.
He plays a BVB CD and I hum to every song.
By the time we have arrived at his place, we were halfway through Saviour.
I slowly slid my left, then right foot out of the grey Chevy, and then walked up wobbly stairs, into Frankie's apt.
He holds the door open and I let out another 'thanks.'
He plops down on his shredded couch and motions for me to sit down next to him.
I don't have anything else to do so, I do.
He sips his frappe.
Another fifteen minutes goes by and I find myself staring at him.
His eyes suddenly meet mine and show no signs of letting go.
His right hand reaches and cups my face.
His warm touch sends chills up my spine.
No...
Not again...
But, he's so tempting...
Frank leans closer to my face, eyes shut.
Closing mine as well, I lean closer to his lips.
Right before we kiss, I can already imagine the sweet taste of his lips.
The metallic sting of his piercing.
And then.....

Notes

Dudes, I have NOTHING TO DO so expect more updates by the end of this weekend.