Gerard's P.O.V

One thing I hate about being seventeen is that I have to keep up with a job. And since I my hair was white, not many places allowed that except for a custard place up the street from school. They're always open so I'm there almost everyday of the week and pretty much every weekend.

So if I do want to hang out with someone on the weekend it's gonna have to be pretty late. Which sucks cause no one wants to go anywhere at nine at night, including Frank.

Sure, I'll admit he's cute and everything but two things;
Mikey can't know I'm gay

Second, I never, ever ever
ever ever ever
ever

Date anyone younger than me.

Alright, it just never goes out right, just trust me. It just doesn't work and I know it, I don't need to let something like that slip again.

But, he's defiantly someone who'd stay as a friend, I mean I can still crush on him. Just keep it at that and don't let it slip any farther.


I haven't seen him since third hour, and just another ten minutes till school's out. I guess he's coming to my car at least, Sketch might be there.

Sketch is just one of my senior friends who hooks me and Mikey up with everything, I'm seventeen so illegally I can't buy any hookas but Sketch's eighteen so I think you can see where I'm going with that.




Frank's P.O.V

Like I said, I met Gerard by his car with Mikey. But to my surprise he wasn't alone, there was another older looking guy. His eyes were bright blue, dark brown hair with hints of bleach.. He wasn't so bad.


"Oh, Frank over here!" Gerard hops back out from his car, running back towards me.

"Hi." I grin back at him.

"Oh, this is Sketch. He's a senior and he's pretty cool." He points over to the guy in the passenger seat.

"Hey." I wave over to him, he flashes his hand in return.

"So, Sketch brought over a new hooka pen cause, you know. You thought mine tasted like
vodka."

"Wait, I thought you said you had a friend named Evan that did that?"

His fingers swim through his snow white hair, "Yeah, him too. Sketch just actually goes to this school. Evan's twenty one."

Oh.

"Oh, alright. So what kind is this one?" I can't hold back a grin from climbing on my face.

"Cherry." Sketch hops out of the car, winking as smoke leaks through his smile.. Which is more attractive than I'd like to admit.

My teeth bite down hard on my lip as I watch him.

"Yeah, so wanna take a hit, Frankie." Gerard winks at my little nickname.

"Yeah, sure." I take the pen from Sketch's hands. Inhaling from he spout.

Right away it tastes better than the last one. A sweet yet bitter fume in the smoke, but the smell of the smoke is incredible. I can only exhale with a smile.

"Damn, Frankie you got it." Sketch winks again. I just bite my lip at him.

I bite my tongue back at him before I take another hit, walking back over to Gerard's car. Hopping in the backseat as Sketch takes the passenger seat, Gerard still standing in the parking lot.

His green eyes just stare at me and Sketch as we just sit in the car, just for another ten seconds before he starts heading back our way.

"Frank, do you have a ride home?" Gerard turns back from his seat, climbing over to the back by me.

"Um, wold you take me home?" I try to throw puppy dog eyes at him, I really don't want to talk the bus home.

"Yeah, sure thing." His tiny child like teeth smile at me, nudging my shoulder before taking the hooka from my fingers.

"Sorry I'm not coming over, I just really want to do nothing tonight." I shrug, watching breathe smoke out from his nose.

He waits till his body's clear of vapor before speaking again. "Nah it's fine. Text me, and Bob's coming over anyway. He's Mikey's friend." He shrugs, handing it back to me.

"I really hate texting but whatever." I stick my tongue back out on him.

He says nothing but winks at me, nipping the air in my direction.

Notes

I really couldn't think of what else to do D: But yeah. I get my new CD soon and I get a new CD shelf c:

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