Come, Angels of Unknown

The fact that I’d had a nightmare on Thursday evening had disturbed me to the core. It was something I’d completely forgotten about – I hadn’t had nightmares since rehab and it was horrifically scary that it happened again. Being the person I was; I rarely had something to be upset about since my life didn’t contain that much stress besides my own – which also made me slightly uneasy.

Wanting to make things the way they were before that night, I simply did what I’d always done best – brushed it off like it was no big deal. I’d had some coffee, talked to Mikey before work and hoped it wouldn’t happen again. There were many things I could think about to drive that thought at the back of my mind and that idea somehow relaxed me into thinking it had no importance.

At least I hoped it did. I really didn’t want to do dirty business with myself again.

Truthfully, I was afraid – somewhere behind the emotional station inside my brain I was terrified – the nightmares had always predicted something bad but this time I wouldn’t listen to that warning, I was too caught up inside my own joyful bubble Frank had been putting me in since the moment he’d walked into my life that I completely refused to let the thought of something inside my mind getting worse. It seemed like a good idea, honestly. The only problem was the fact I also knew it would turn out much worse later if I shrugged it off now – but I was just too stubborn and unpersuasive that I willingly went against my impulses.

That was the thought I’d occupied myself with while walking to work and that exact thought ended up in the same place all dark thoughts that occurred inside my preoccupied brain that morning had ended up – in the recycle bin of my mind.

*

'I know you're probably at work right now, but I have this hardcore psychic feeling you end at two, which means in fifteen minutes time. Would you meet my sister and me at that café with awesome fro-yo down the street? We already occupied a table for three x'

I grinned widely and typed away a ‘sure thing’ before I heard some shuffling around me. “What are you smiling about?” Katie somehow appeared behind me, making me jump two feet up in the air from startle.

“Don’t scare me like that!” I shrieked at her.

She snickered and rolled her eyes. “Who’s Frank?” She smirked deviously, tucking a green strand of hair behind her ear. Beautiful. As much as I’d thought I’d get away with mine and Frank’s relationship remaining a secret at least for some time, I’d obviously been painfully wrong. It was a Friday, my last day of work before vacation and I’d managed to keep it all away from Katie until now – she had no idea about Frank. Well, she’dhad no idea about Frank.

“A friend,” I looked at her with a serious expression plastered onto my face, but she didn’t look really convinced. Honestly, I wouldn’t be persuaded either if I were her – I was a good liar, but I’d never known how to lie in awkward situations involving me. She raised an eyebrow and my mouth turned into a line, still refusing to admit that I was lying.

“You’re so full of it,” she bit her lip. “What is he like?”

“How do you know it’s a him?” I raised a suspicious eyebrow.

“His name is Frank, dumbass,” she rolled her eyes and I mentally facepalmed myself.

“Fuck.”

She chuckled, “So, what is he like?”

“Cute,” I said before I could stop myself.

“You’re so into him,” she said matter-of-factly. I stared at her with severe judgment in my eyes before her smug grin made me surrender.

“Okay,” I sighed painfully, “maybe we went out a few times.”

She squealed. “That’s so aw!”

“I don’t even want to comment,” I rolled my eyes and flipped her off with my hand. I started walking off in the direction of the back shelves when I heard her running after me.

“But no, really, Gerard,” she sounded much more serious now, “I know you haven’t got many people close to you. Please, talk to me. As crazy as it sounds, I really care about you and I want to be your friend.”

That caught me completely off guard and I stopped dead in my tracks, turning around slowly. “Seriously?”

“Yeah,” she smiled awkwardly, “it’s not like we have a really hard job. We can always talk about things while working.”

“Okay,” I bit my lip. It was weird, but I actually wanted to talk about it. Simply because it was Frank, who I couldn’t get off my mind and she was interested in whatever I had to say. “Well, what do you want to know?”

“Everything about you and Frank,” she shot me a puppy look and I rolled my eyes. I couldn’t say no, she was after all really nice when she’d said she wanted to be my friend.

“Alright, alright,” I sighed. I told her all about how Frank and I’d met, about how we’d had several coffee dates before he’d asked me out and all about our first proper date on Saturday, featuring many ‘aw’s and squeals from her side.

“That is literally the cutest thing ever,” she chirped, drawing another eye roll from me.

“Shut up.”

“No! And what did his text say?” She shoved her hand in my pocket and took my phone out.

“Hey! Nosy much?” I yelled with an amused frown on my face.

She stuck her tongue out at me and started clicking over my phone until she produced another loud ‘aw’ . “You’re meeting his family? Oh, things are getting serious with you two, then?” She said while putting the phone back into my pocket.

“Not even,” I shook my head exasperatedly, “We didn’t even kiss.”

“He kissed your cheek.”

“Cheek,” I pointed out.

She rolled her eyes. “If you promise to tell him I said ‘hi’, you can get off work…” she looked over at the clock, “… ten minutes early.”

“Promise,” I grinned and literally ran out of the store. It was ridiculously hot outside, but I ignored it easily as I was jogging towards the little coffee shop down the street where I agreed to meet Frank and his sister.

I saw him sitting at a table at the back, the chair beside him empty. I carefully walked over to the table and waved awkwardly when Frank saw me coming.

“Hi,” I smiled.

“Hey, I got you a latte, if that’s okay.” I nodded and he treated me with a grin, before gesturing his hand at the girl sitting on the chair opposite of him. “My sister.”

I turned my attention to the blonde girl, meeting a face filled with familiar features which assured me we’d met before. And I knew where. “We’ve met already, actually. My name’s Gerard.”

“Amber,” she smiled politely. “Yeah, we have. In the shop.” Frank was looking at us both with confusion in his eyes. Amber giggled, “You idiot. Mom took me to the record store for my birthday. Y’know, when you couldn’t? Yeah, well Gerard works there. Mom talked about him during the whole ride home.”

“You’re kidding,” Frank started laughing loudly, making me grin too, “what did she say?”

“Well… let’s just say she doesn’t fancy the fact he started a conversation, a short one, yeah, but still, with me about Panic! At the Disco albums.” She rolled her eyes.

“Hey, I didn’t fancy the look she gave ‘Pretty Odd’ back there.” I shook my head in amusement.

Frank kicked my foot. “Weirdo.”

I stuck my tongue out at him, smirking widely. We kept talking about pointless stuff, just screwing around until Amber came to the subject of Frank and I. “Uhm,” she bit her lip, “are you guys, like, together or something?”
I shot a scared glance at Frank who gave me the same one in return. We looked at her with the same face expression and she started laughing. “So, I’m guessing you have no idea either?”

“Not really, no,” Frank grinned and I snickered, completely awkward but slightly relieved everything was so easy in front of the two of them. Even though they weren’t related, they gave out the same vibe of great company, someone you can fuck around with at one moment and cry on each other’s shoulders at the other. We kept on talking about nothing and everything when something I didn’t really expect happened. Frank’s hand found mine under the table somehow and his fingers laced together with mine, my hand instinctively squeezing his. I couldn’t say I didn’t shoot him an awkward smile or that I wasn’t blushing as fuck, but I could confirm that he was doing the same.

“Shit, I have to go, I promised mom I’d help around the house before the Bakers come over,” Amber announced at some point. “I’ll leave you two lovebirds alone.” She winked at me and came over to Frank, kissed his cheek and strolled out of the café. I turned my head to Frank and smiled widely, him copying my face expression. It was so much easier toseehim when we were alone, simply because I could just look at him and admire without having to talk to anyone else. The way he spoke, the way he smiled, the way he laughed; all for me at the time we were alone. And that was beautiful.

“So,” he said, “do you want to get out of here?”

I bit my lip, “I thought you’d never ask.”

He smiled and grabbed a few bills from his pocket, my glare following them the short time he was placing them on the table top.

“What?” he grinned.

“You paid last time,” I pointed out.

“I asked this time, too. When you ask me out on a date, you get to pay. Until then, I get to do the honors,” he stuck his tongue out at me and pulled me out of the store.

“That’s just mean,” I glared at him.

“Okay, then,” he pouted and let go of my hand, walking in the opposite direction of where we were originally headed. I chased after him but he was faster, chuckling and giggling as he was running away from me. I finally caught him when we arrived to the park, grabbing his wrist and pulling him away from the swing he was about to sit on. The weather changed quite a bit; clouds rolling around the sky and forbidding the sun to boil the Earth any more – leaving me thanking to every god that was listening at that moment.

The good thing about Frank was that I didn’t need the sun when he was around; I didn’t need so many things vital when his hand was in my reach and his voice was in my ears and his smile was in my mind - he was brighter than the sun in the best and the worst possible way a human could imagine and I loved that about him just the same amount as I hated it.

When I looked at it, his face was in a frown once again, but I wasn’t having it, “Don’t pull that face off on me, jerk.”

“Maybe if you kissed it you’d make it all better?” He looked up at me with a smirk. He looked like he was joking, but I started considering his offer inside my head. The sky was dark gray and the grass was bright, the rain was about to spill but the moment was right and I couldn't say no to myself. It was simply too appealing; something inside his eyes made me want to do it – and for the first time that day I’d listened to myself like I’d wanted to. It felt scary, much scarier than anything else that had happened in my life lately but I didn’t want to let my childish fear ruin it. The clouds were crashing into each other and making a deafening noise above us – neither of our voices could be heard, not even if we screamed in unison, our vocal cords ripping and our throats burning – the kicking and growling of the sky was impossible to outloud.
Everything seemed to stop for a moment; or a fraction of a moment; or just a little piece of a second – I didn’t know and I didn’t care – the only thing I knew and cared about was the fact he was standing in front of me and his hair was unruly and his eyes were shiny. The only thing I wanted in that moment was the exact thing I agreed with myself I’d do exactly seventeen seconds later; I didn’t mind the thunder or the lightning or the wind – the only thing that bothered me was the distance between me and him.

The seventeen seconds passed with me chewing thoroughly on my lip; and the second before he was about to question my silence, I closed the gap between us just as the first drop of rain fell onto his shirt.

Notes

It's really bad, really short and really, really late.

I'm gonna' rewrite/edit everything later. Sorry. I've been really distracted lately and I literally have nothing else to say but 'sorry' and I'm sorry about that, too.