Gerard's P.O.V

"I'm setting you up man. You need to seriously stop bothering me" Frank looked at me while drinking his coffee. I laughed and shoved one of my hands in my black trench coat. "What's wrong with spending time with my bestest bestest friend?" I pouted. "No reason" He said and kicked a pebble on the pathway. "Actually, you know what? I need to see this girl, her name is Charlotte. You want to come with?" Frank broke the silence and waited for my reply, one hand in his right skinny jean pocket and the other holding a Starbucks cup filled with coffee.

"Uhh, yeah sure, why not?" I drank the last of the delicious coffee and threw the empty cup in a trash can. Frank got his keys out of his coat jacket. He unlocked his red car as I went to the passenger side. We hopped in and Frank grabbed his phone. "Hold on a second, I just need to call her" He put the phone to his ear and I patiently waited.

Frank's car was beautiful, it was a 1966 cherry red mustang. The interior was black leather and it had silver finishes. "Hey Charlie... Yeah it's Frank" He smiled and picked at his pants. "Yeah, I was wondering if I could come over today? Really? Cool. Well I'm bringing a friend with me... Yeah. Yeah, it's Gerard" He laughed after a couple of seconds. I furrowed my brows, was he laughing at me? Asshole.

I played with my hair and looked out the window. "Alright. Hah, yeah. See you then sweet cheeks. No, you don't need to worry about it. Alright, Bye" He laughed and hung up the phone. Frank wiggled his eyebrows at me before plugging his phone into the radio and playing some music. I didn't know what this band was. "I checked this band out the other day, their name is 'Dayshell'" He said upon seeing my face. I nodded, the lead singer sounded familiar. "Shayley Bourget is the singer" Frank informed me. Holy shit. I tapped my foot to the music as Frank drove.

We finally pulled up in front of a big beautiful house. It was white and had big open windows with silky curtains blowing in the wind, the porch was a creamy brown and had white floral trimmings. Frank got out and ran to the front door. I got out and went to follow him. I heard music coming from inside. He opened the door and beckoned me inside. "Come on in" He smiled. A girl with black hair and colourful tattoos walked slowly towards Frank. He held his arms out for her and she jumped into them. He held her tight and spun her around.

"Hey Charlie bear" He grinned and she giggled. She had her hair to one side and it was covered with a cute cat beanie. She wore a loose Nirvana shirt and black ripped skinny jeans. Her nails were a blood red and her eyes were a pretty blue. She let go of Frank and he smiled down at her. "Charlie this is Gerard, Gerard this is Charlotte" Frank moved his hands back and forth. A light blush crept up to her face. "Hi Charlotte" I smiled and waved to her. She looked to Frank quickly, her hands started to shake. "Uh, Excuse me for a second" She squeaked and ran upstairs. I furrowed my eyebrows for the second time that day. "Did I do something wrong?" I asked. Was she a fan? Frank bit his lip, and shook his head.

"Hold on a sec, just sit on the couch, we'll be back" Frank pointed to a black couch and ran up the stairs. I shrugged my shoulders and wondered over to the couch. I slumped on the nice comfy seat and shivered. The air conditioner was on and cooled the leather seat. I could hear someone pacing upstairs, it was kind of obvious since they were slightly stomping. I sighed and rested my head back. My eyes caught the sight of a lime green journal. I looked around nervously and picked it up.

I flipped through some of the pages and saw drawings of Roses and people. There were lyrics that I were interested in. I read a page that had a drawing of Frank on one side.

'Don't you breathe for me, Undeserving of your sympathy, Cause there ain't no way that I'm sorry for what I did. And through it all, How could you cry for me? Cause I don't feel bad about it. So shut your eyes, Kiss me goodbye, And sleep.'

I looked through a few more pages and saw a picture she had drawn of herself and Frank. The real picture was clipped to it. I smiled at how good it was, the drawing was very detailed. I heard someone coming down the stairs and I looked up. Charlotte was staring at me with her mouth wide open. "What are you doing?" She shouted. She ran towards me and snatched the journal away from me. I got confused once more and Frank ran down the stairs.

"I was admiring your journal, you're a really good artist" I smiled and she started to shake again, her breaths were quick and sharp. Her eyes were starting to water. "Get out" she said quietly. "What?" I asked. "GET OUT!" She pointed at the door. Frank came over to me and picked me up by the arms. "Come on, let's go" He said calmly. "Bye Charlie, sorry" He said over his shoulder while walking me out the front door. What did I do? I only complimented her. What's so wrong about that? I don't understand.

Frank sighed and got into the car. I followed suit and sat in the passenger seat. "What did I do?"
my voice was high and I lifted my hands up. "Uh- well I guess I should have told you sooner huh?" He said and chuckled silently. I told him to continue. "She has anxiety. Like social anxiety. That's why she was acting differently today. Don't worry, she normally is like that around new people. I should have warned you" He sighed and drove out of the drive way.

I feel like shit now. I just caused a girl to have an anxiety attack. Twice. "Are you still worrying about her?" Frank asked with a chuckle. "Well yeah, Frank I just caused-" Frank cut me off "No, don't worry. I'll ask her if we can visit tomorrow. Clear things up okay?" He grinned and I hesitated before accepting.

I hope she doesn't hate me.

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