Minutes to midnight
Chapter one.
-Franks POV-
I had awoken to an unpleasant smell of burn pancakes. I let out a small grunt and I managed to crawl my way out of me and Gerard's rotted bed.
"Mornin' sunshine!" Gerard greeted as I stumbled into the small sized kitchen.
"Good morning," I groaned in response. I sat down on one of the fallen apart chairs in out kitchen, awaiting my burnt breakfast. I looked out the window at a group of thugs brawling in the center of the street.
"Idiots," I murmured.
"What was that, Frankie?"
"Oh, nothing. I was talking to myself."
I watched as Gerard scooped up some of the burnt-black pancakes from the pan, and placed them on a plate. I couldn't say he was the best cook...
He smiled as he set down the fresh plate of food at the table.
"Thanks," I said, picking up one of the forks Gerard had brought over. I swallowed small pieces at a time, trying to avoid the taste.
After we had finished breakfast, I got up and sat on the torn up couch, Gerard following right behind me. Gee placed his arm over my neck and rested his head on my shoulder as we sat down.
"You alright?" Gerard asked, noticing me staring of into the distance.
"Uh, yeah. I'm fine, it just seems a little different in here."
"How so?"
"Maybe a little colder, but I'm also hearing these weird sounds, almost like whispers. I don't know if I'm going insane or what."
"Maybe it's just lack of sleep..."
"Yeah, maybe. I guess I'll try and sleep in a little more."
I heard the usual sound of gunshots outside, probably from those thugs.
"Mother fucker," I muttered. "Come on, Gee. Let's go upstairs." I held Gerard's hand on the way up. Once we reached our room upstairs, we sat down on the bed, me sitting on Gerard's lap, and our hands still intertwined.
I stared into Gerard's eyes with a small "I love you."
"I love you too, Frank." Gerard gently placed his lips on mine, passionately kissing. I kissed back, ignoring the sounds
of gunshots. I just wanted to be lost in the moment.
I awoke woke the next morning, cradled in Gerard's arms. I decided not to wake him, so I gently stepped out of the bed.
I smiled at his still sleeping body, as turned back towards the dressed to get some clothes.
I opened up the shirt drawer, and gasped at what I saw.
Blood stains on every shirt.
I had awoken to an unpleasant smell of burn pancakes. I let out a small grunt and I managed to crawl my way out of me and Gerard's rotted bed.
"Mornin' sunshine!" Gerard greeted as I stumbled into the small sized kitchen.
"Good morning," I groaned in response. I sat down on one of the fallen apart chairs in out kitchen, awaiting my burnt breakfast. I looked out the window at a group of thugs brawling in the center of the street.
"Idiots," I murmured.
"What was that, Frankie?"
"Oh, nothing. I was talking to myself."
I watched as Gerard scooped up some of the burnt-black pancakes from the pan, and placed them on a plate. I couldn't say he was the best cook...
He smiled as he set down the fresh plate of food at the table.
"Thanks," I said, picking up one of the forks Gerard had brought over. I swallowed small pieces at a time, trying to avoid the taste.
After we had finished breakfast, I got up and sat on the torn up couch, Gerard following right behind me. Gee placed his arm over my neck and rested his head on my shoulder as we sat down.
"You alright?" Gerard asked, noticing me staring of into the distance.
"Uh, yeah. I'm fine, it just seems a little different in here."
"How so?"
"Maybe a little colder, but I'm also hearing these weird sounds, almost like whispers. I don't know if I'm going insane or what."
"Maybe it's just lack of sleep..."
"Yeah, maybe. I guess I'll try and sleep in a little more."
I heard the usual sound of gunshots outside, probably from those thugs.
"Mother fucker," I muttered. "Come on, Gee. Let's go upstairs." I held Gerard's hand on the way up. Once we reached our room upstairs, we sat down on the bed, me sitting on Gerard's lap, and our hands still intertwined.
I stared into Gerard's eyes with a small "I love you."
"I love you too, Frank." Gerard gently placed his lips on mine, passionately kissing. I kissed back, ignoring the sounds
of gunshots. I just wanted to be lost in the moment.
I awoke woke the next morning, cradled in Gerard's arms. I decided not to wake him, so I gently stepped out of the bed.
I smiled at his still sleeping body, as turned back towards the dressed to get some clothes.
I opened up the shirt drawer, and gasped at what I saw.
Blood stains on every shirt.
This is so fuckin cool! Are you going to update? X
4/29/14