The Only Hope For You Is Me

*Frank’s POV*
I had a nightmare that night, but when I sat up with my heart beating very quickly, I couldn’t remember. I did my morning routine, wishing for a hot shower. Even though I disliked washing it off with cold water from the bucket, I put on eyeliner on this day. I also spent longer than necessary in front of the mirror, fixing my hair all over again. I felt like I needed to look as good as possible this day. And I kept thinking about Gerard, even though I tried not to very hard. I told myself, that he would never like me or want to talk to me anyway, but that didn’t work. I really didn’t want a relationship to anyone; I didn’t even want to have a good friend. The chance of losing them was very high, since we were just 300 people trying to survive all alone. Normally I would have tried to distract myself by listen to music, but…
That day it was not my turn to prepare the breakfast. When I entered the hall, there were already many people sitting at the tables. I sat myself down at a table with a woman in her late 20ies and a man, who seemed to be her boyfriend. Mike called just a minute later and I quickly walked up to him. He hugged me and put bread, butter and jam on my plate and filled milk into my cup. We had a lot of cows, so there was milk for breakfast every morning.
I sat back down and started eating my food. “Good morning, Frankie” Wait. What? Who the fuck had just called me Frankie?
Gerard pulled back the chair across from me. He put his tray on the table and sat down, smiling a gorgeous smile. I was so confused. “How do you know my name?” Oops, that didn’t come out very nice. But Gerard was still smiling. “Jenny told me.” “Mmh, okay.” “My name is Gerard, Gerard Way.” I wasn’t going let him know that I already knew his name, too. “Hi, Gerard.” I mumbled and looked down on my plate. I was feeling uncomfortable. What did this gorgeous boy want? Why did he call me by a nickname? Why did he sit down at MY table?
Gerard started to ask me some random questions about my tasks at the base and myself. “How old are you?” “18..” “I am 20.” I only answered shortly, because I still felt weird and got distracted by his face. He was astonishing, but he kind of scared me. Nobody had ever come up to me and made me talk to them. They usually went away after a few questions, because I wasn’t helping with the conversation. But this dude you kept going, asking me stuff and talking about himself.
As soon I had finished my plate, I stood up and said bye to Gerard. I needed some time to process what just happened. Gerard got up and sat down next to a guy with an afro.

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