This heart only beats for you.

So, that was my summer. Spending most of my days with Bob who turned out to be a pretty cool guy. As for Gerard.. I didn't see him at all after I watched him leave.
So Bob was my only friend to be honest. We went to school together freshman year. Oh yeah, another thing about Bob. He was smart as hell, but did whatever he could to stay in regular classes. I didn't really understand why but he always said it made things easier. Whatever the hell that means. ha.

Because of Bob, he got me into skateboards and.. cigarettes. Yeah, my mom never really noticed but his dad didn't care. I liked his dad, he was cool but actually took care of him. Even if he was gay.
Bob was pretty good at skating, but when it came to me.. well let's just say that music was more my thing. Another thing, I dropped the sax for guitar. Turns out you can't smoke and play the saxophone.

Not too long after, sophomore year crawled a long. Bob grew a shit ton of facial hair, and I was still me. I had a happy trail, but that was it. I think we can all say that I was a real loser. With being a loser, I haven't kissed anyone since mine and Gerard's little one night stand.

Another funny thing, a ton of girls at school have really taken a liking to Bob. But I can't help myself but laugh when they think they have a chance with him. Bob honestly doesn't know what to do, so he just goes a long with it and ends up making up this story of his fake girlfriend who lives back in New York. Even though he's lying. It keeps his secret safe, that's all that really matters. Right?

September seemed to just fly by. Me and Bob just fucked around at school. I'd always jump on his back and we'd fuck around by the lockers. One really good thing was because Bob was so big and toned, jocks didn't fuck with us. Peaceful time at school.

My classes were still a slower pace but I got B's on everything through September. Now that it's October, it's my chance to really fuck around. My birthday and Halloween. Look out Jersey, hurricane Frank is coming your way.

Today's actually a really nice day, the leaves outside are changing colors, some of them already fell off the trees and ended up in our yard. But our neighborhood is filled with the scent of burning leaves. God, I love that smell.

I'm just standing outside in our yard, watching Picket roll around in a pile of leaves I just raked up. God, I love her. Even if I have to do the yard all over again, it's nice to see her happy.

I guess my mom saw the mess that was going on in the yard and called Picket back it. My eyes are glued to her as she trots back in our house. I watch her until the door closes, then I just go back to work. Leaves leaves leaves. I kept on raking pile after pile until our grass was once visible again. Now I just have to stuff them in bags then I'm done.

I can't even feel my fingers by the time I tie the last bag closed. God, it shouldn't be this cold in October.. Meh, whatever. I just shrug it all off before I make my way back inside.

"Done already?" I look over to my mom as she sits at the table playing cards.

"Yep, can I go hang with Bob now?" My arms stretch to the ceiling, and omigod, the feeling is amazing. Who knew raking leaves was such hard work? Just kidding, it wasn't that hard. Pfftt.

"Yeah, that's fine. I don't work till eight tomorrow so you can come home whenever. You're on your own for dinner though." She takers her eyes off her cards and on me when I'm already half way up the stairs.

"Yeah probably." I yell from my room as I drag the zipper down my black hoodie and throw it in my dirty basket. My arms grab the hem of my Rancid shirt and pull it over my head, trading it for a Misfits one instead. Meh, i don't really think I need to change my pants, but I pull a red pull-over on. Shoving other random clothes in my bag before I hop down the steps once more.

I slip my Vans on while Picket nudges her head on my leg. I pet her head and kiss her head.
"Bye Picket, I'll see you tomorrow baby." I feel her tongue lick my face before I stand back up. "Bye mom." I yell back as I head out my door. I grab my skateboard and throw it on the ground before hopping right on it, rolling down my drive way. I start to skate down the street until something stops me. Not physically, but.. something doesn't feel.. right? I don't know, I just get a weird feeling, Like something's standing right behind me..

I kick my board up before I spin myself around. I go in a circle, looking out for anything but.. I don't see a single thing. My teeth chew my lip as I turn back around and drag my hood over my head.
But just as soon as I stand right on my board, I hear a door close. By totally reaction, I flip my head around. My eyes are glued to him as he walks out of his house. he's in.. normal clothes? Why the fuck is Gerard home? But still, I can't help myself but study him. He even cut his hair and bleached the back. My fists clench as soon as I see him looking at me... but I'm the one who looks away first. I slide my foot against the pavement and skate the fuck outta there.

Notes

Short update, really bad I know but ugh i have writers block ajfkljfdklajfksdjlkjflasjfkldjfkajsldkjflkfjjsd