Days Gone By

Gerard sat cross legged and hunched on the floor of the tent, casting a dark shadow against the wall as the moonlight streamed down upon the campsite. Surrounding him, were a dozen photographs of them in happier times. He glanced behind him, staring blankly at her as she slept, listening to rain cascade down outside.

Yet despite all this, all he could think about was him.

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Thunder tore through the skies, lighting up the camp with a frightening light. Frank lay awake in his sleeping bag, his mind rapidly wandering from one thought to the next. He couldn’t sleep. Not out of fear, because he wasn’t afraid of the monsters which lurked out in the dark, but because of the man across the field from him. His very face plaguing his thoughts as he tossed and turned in his sleeping bag; why was he torturing himself like this? He had never been like this with anyone else in the camp so why him? Frank stared up at the ceiling, running his fingers through his hair as he quietly cursed himself. He thought back to the moment in the woods, fantasies of what could have happened danced across his mind; pulling Gerard closer to him, gently cupping his face with his hand as he firmly pressed his lips against his.

Frank quickly sat up, breathing heavily as he slapped his forehead with his hand; trying to rid himself of these thoughts. He reached into his shirt, pulling out a hollow golden ringthat hung on a loose chain around his neck. Tears pricked in the corners of his eyes as he closed his fist around it, squeezing his eyes closed. “I’m sorry” He whimpered, a tear trickling down his cheek as he pressed his fist against his lips, kissing it gently.

“Frank?” A voice whispered softly outside the tent. Frank swiftly shoved the ring back inside his shirt, drying his eyes as the tent slowly unzipped. Jenny crawled inside, shivering from the cold as beads of rain water trickled down her pallid skin. “What” Frank asked gruffly, dragging his hands down his face; trying to hide the sadness in his voice. She sat in front of him, fiddling with the bottom zip of his sleeping back as she shivered in the darkness. He sighed, throwing a blanket at her and watched her quickly wrap it around her shoulders. “Thanks” She mumbled, her eyes looking guiltily down at the floor. She knew it was stupid doing this; Frank was never one for emotions or talking to anyone about how he felt. But tonight, after the drama with Lindsey and the brothers, he seemed to be much more distant than usual and it worried her.

“Are you ok?” She asked quietly. Frank rolled his eyes, rubbing the back of his head impatiently. “Is this all you came in for? A chat? Jen I don’t need this right now” He groaned. Jenny shifted uncomfortably, she should have expected this. Her cheeks burned as she nervously cleared her throat. “You seemed... distant tonight, I was wondering if something was bothering you” She said sympathetically. "Drama, Drama, Drama" he chanted in a mock-nagging fashion. "That's all I ever hear! Look... I’m fine just leave it alone... please” He added, his tone was dark. It sent a shiver down her spine as she looked into his dark eyes, knowing he was serious.

She nodded, a surge of embarrassment washing over her. Frank noticed this and grinned, gently punching her on the arm. “I know you mean well, but I don’t like people knowing my business. Sorry” he explained. She smiled, tucking a strand of hair behind her ears as she nodded in agreement. “I understand, just know I’m here if you need me” She replied. Frank nodded, watching her as she crawled back out of the tent.

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“Rise and shine everyone, if you’re not up and ready in five minutes we’ll leave without you” Billie called out as he walked down the camp towards the cottage to get Dan and Phil. Mikey woke up in his car, ruffling his blonde hair as he looked out of the window, watching Lindsey slink her arms around his brother as he tried to pack away their things. A surge of hatred coursed through his veins. How could he believe her over him, his own brother? He pressed his head into the steering wheel, guilt rising in his chest as he closed his eyes. He couldn’t cope when Gee had “died”. He knew he shouldn’t have gotten with Lindsey but he thought that she genuinely liked him... she was so supportive when she broke him the news. “You fucking idiot” He growled, head butting the steering wheel.

A loud knock suddenly came from the passenger window, startling him. His head snapped round to the window and saw Levi standing outside. He opened the door, a large smile plastered upon his face. “Hey Mike so um Jen is taking me on bike and I think Dan and Phil are travelling with you” He explained, gesturing over to a large Harley Davison. Mikey nodded, offering Levi a weak smile as he walked off, grabbing Jenny by the waist and swinging her round as she laughed hysterically.

The group packed up their belongings, quickly rushing into cars as they headed onto the main road and down the M11. Gerard and Frank sat beside Billie as they lead the group down the abandoned motorway, passing abandoned cars and half crushed corpses which crawled along the road. “Where are we going?” Gerard asked, breaking the silence that hung in the air. “Portsmouth, apparently there’s of a survival camp down at Gunwharf Quays. Billie heard it on the radio.” Frank explained, smiling softly at Gerard; his heart thudding faster in his chest as he found himself tempted by those lips again. Gerard returned the smile, glancing over at Billie whose eyes were fixed on the road ahead. He licked his dry lips, pushing his dark hair off his face as they continued their journey down towards Portsmouth, blissfully unaware of the troubles that lie ahead.

Notes

Just a (sort of) filler chapter- let me know what you think :) x

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