The Kids From Yesterday (Frerard)

Chapter 4

Gerard

I walked into my house, closing the door, and sliding against it to sit on the floor. My face was turning redder by the second. That unwelcome feeling was really welcome now. My phone vibrated, I knew who it was. I pulled it out, almost breaking the small object.

Hey wassup

I stood up and walked to my room, texting on the way.

Notin much u?

I stumbled over a whole bunch of discarded sketches, almost falling on top of my wanted ones.

Hey i no u just got home, but do u wanna come over and hang out?

I lit up at that. My smile stretching from ear to ear, I pretty much sprinted out the door, then it hit me. I rolled my eyes and went back to texting.

Where do u live?

I laughed.

Uh, um, shit. I’ll meet u where we parted

I grabbed my guitar, knowing that he played, and walked out the door, not even glancing back.

We kept texting as we walked to meet. I was laughing at our conversation, when I bumped into someone, sending myself on top of them.

“Oh, shit sorr-” I blinked, my face turning red for the thousandth time that day.

“Gerard?” Frank looked up at me, his face as red as a firetruck.

“Hi.” I sat up, my head flurrying with thoughts, to many to read. I looked over to grab my phone, which landed right next to his waist. Instead I helped him up, trying to keep my face’s color under control. I reached to grab my phone, standing up and bumping back into Frank. I spun around so quickly, catching him before he toppled over, again.

He blushed as we saw where I caught him. I quickly moved my hands from his waist, almost ass.

“Fuck, sorry, I, uh, fuck.” My shoulders slumped, not knowing what to say to cover up. Luckily Frank decided to save me by waving his hand in dismissal.

“Whatever, I don’t mind, question is, are you okay?” I nodded, my face red again. I looked around, knowing that I forgot something. My guitar.

I looked around, and saw the black case on the ground. I quickly opened it, checking to see if the object inside was okay. I sighed in relief, for it was fine. I zipped up the black electric and strapped the case to my back, standing up, ready to go.

The walk to his house was a very uncomfortable silence, both of us trying to forget the small accident on the curb.

“Is it okay?” Frank said, his eyes locking onto mine. “The guitar, is it okay? It had quite a fall.” I nodded, my head still dizzy.

“Yeah, it’s fine, lucky it was in the case, otherwise it’d be screwed.” I smiled, running my hand through my hair. We finally got to his house. He unlocked the door, letting me through. Frank walked into the kitchen, calling out to me.

“Want anything? We got water, orange juice, milk, cola, coffee.” I walked over to the kitchen.

“Coffee if you don’t mind.” He pulled two mugs out, then filled the coffee pot. About ten minutes later we were sitting in Frank’s room, drinking, and talking.

“So, you play?” Frank reached over to his guitar, taking it off the stand and strumming a few chords.

“A little.” I grabbed my guitar and he played along to a song I started playing.

Frank

“Like a dry dessert soaking up rain, soaking up sun.” We finished up the song ‘Bullet’ by the Misfits.

I looked at him and saw a dark, sexy, look on his face and thought about the song we played. Oh. My. God.

He had shifted his position so that he was facing me. His hand slowly raising. Knowing what was about to happen, I leaned forward, connecting out lips.

Notes

so soon huh, well, thats how i write.