I'll Take What I Want From Your Heart
Chapter Seven
FRANK'S POV
OH FUCK!!!
I have just agreed to go to Gerard's house.
I don't think it is safe for me.
I don't want him know but I have always been crap at hiding my feelings for someone.
Oh well, if I can't tell Gerard that I like him I will just have to make him fall in love with me too. Wait---fuck did I just say fall in love with me too.......so am I in love?NO...that's silly, isn't it?
Oh I am sooo fuckin confused.
WHAT AM I GOIN TO WEAR!?!?!?
I can't decide on what to wear. I don't want to look like I have tried too hard but don't want to look scruffy. I can't concentrate. I need a shower. I get into the shower and start thinking of reasons that Gerard invited me.
Pity.
For a joke.
Kindness.
Curiosity.
I really don't know.
My hair is dripping wet as I get out of the shower. I cautiously walk over to my wardrobe careful not to trip on the junk on my floor.
Finally I decide on very, very tight black skinny jeans and a tight misfits tee a size too small. I pull on my worn out converse and examine my self in the mirror, My hair is still plastered to my face and I look like a fuckin zombie. I comb my hair dry and tease it into place, apply a thick layer of eye liner and a little bit of red eye shadow.
Not too bad.
Hmmmmmm. I look at the clock and grab my jacket. I get my phone out to check the address and slowly begin to walk to Gerard's house.
5/3/13