The Only Hope For You Is Me

*Frank’s POV*
Oh. My. God. What the fuck did just happen? This fucking guy had actually asked me to hang out and I said yes!? I was so confused. Why? Why me? What was wrong with Gerard? Why did he want to hang with me, the awkward guy, who even tried to reject his offer?
I was debating with myself, while I continued to feed the chickens. Could it be that he was trying to trick me, or maybe he had to do it because of a bet? I quickly brushed that thought off. This was not high school; this was a camp with a tiny fraction of the former population of the USA, trying to get water for showers.
But I couldn’t believe that he would like me for some reason. I didn’t look well enough for some random stranger to decide to talk to me. I also didn’t have the kind of personality that makes people like you. I didn’t get it.
Eventually I decided to hurry up, so I could go upstairs to wash my face before he picked me up. Even though I was kind of happy and excited, I was also angry that I let this happen. I didn’t want a friend, especially not a fucking beautiful one. Also the thought of our “hanging out” being awkward because of my failure in conversations didn’t help me feel better about it.
I managed to finish in one hour and 45 minutes, so I walked up to the bathroom. After I cleaned my face, I went to my room and reapplied eyeliner. When I arrived in front of the barn, I sat myself down on a big rock and started humming a song. I really needed to figure out how to be able to listen to music again.
Gerard walked up to me about three minutes later. He was perfectly on time. When he stopped in front of me, he smiled and pushed his messy red hair out of his gorgeous face. My stomach felt weird for a second. I stood up quickly.
“Hi there Frankie, all done with working?”
“Yeah, all done.”
I was trying to overcome my shy self. I didn’t want this to be weird.
“So where do you want hang?”, I asked him, looking everywhere but not his amazing eyes and desperately trying not to blush. What was wrong with my body?
“We could walk around a little bit?”
I agreed and we started walking around the barns. Gerard asked me about the comics and I managed to give him a rather detailed description of the ones that I enjoyed. He was quite excited, because he liked about 80% of them, too. I still had difficulties to look in his face, but it got somewhat better after a while.
When we had completely circled the complex, Gerard asked me about the music I liked.
“I guess my favorite band is..”
That was the point when I was interrupted by a loud sound. I took my mind a while to grasp that it had been a shot. A loud, high-pitched scream followed. I turned to Gerard in panic. Damnit. I had always wondered when something was going to go wrong at the base. Now I knew.

Notes

Well, how likley is it for everythig to go right at a place with no laws?
I hope you still enjoy my writing.