And You Don't Know A Thing About This Life

Frank's POV

Gerard had offered to let me stay until dark at his place to watch a movie, which he insisted I watch. I turned away the offer sheepishly and he replied saying, "You're gonna watch that movie and you are going to love it." And, all I say is, "Okay."

He drove in his car, but this time he carried a huge bag stuffed with plastic cases. I was curious about the bag. "What's in the bag?"

"Those are all the albums I own. Well, not all of them. I got a bunch at home too." I widened my eyes, and he smirked. "Place one in. Yes, I'm a band whore. Guilty as charged."

I obeyed and placed a random one called Taking Chances, and it played something really strange. "Holy fuck, how in hell did Celine Dion get in my bag?!"

I crinkled my nose in disgust and changed it to Dying Is Your Latest Fashion, skipping the track to When I Go Out, I Want To Go Out On A Chariot Of Fire, one of my favorite ETF songs. "This is better," I pointed out.

"You're the only one who wore your seatbelt, we're the only ones that cried. Catastrophic accidents, you're the only one who died," he sang. His voice was beautiful like an angel.

"Gah, Frank I'm in the mood for some King For A Day." I switched discs to Collide With The Sky, and Gerard began singing to that too.

"Dare me to jump off this Jersey bridge, I bet you never had a Friday night like this!"

Gerard parked in his garage and led me inside. His house was a mess, but it was a homey kind of mess. He searched through a pile of movies and chose The Shining. We sat on the couch together and started to watch it. I leaned against him, my head lay on his shoulder.

It just occurred to me I had my body rested upon my teacher's shoulder. Aw, fuck.

Notes

new chapter c: