Do you remember back before the mental ward?

As I pondered with how I'm going to work on my art while going through therapy, A soft knock on the door changed my thoughts.

"Mr. Way your roommate is here, would you mind unlocking the door?" Asked a male nurse.

"Oh y-yeah sorry" I walked over to the door and unlocked it. Why was it locked?

I opened the door gently and there, stood before me was a handsome black haired boy. Wait he looks 17? Why is there a 17 year old in here?

"Gerard this is Frank your new room mate" The nurse spoke. Frank? Frank Iero? From high school?
Frank's green speckled orbs looked me over. His eyes studied mine, they drifted over my lips, to my hips and back. I couldn't help but do the same to him. My eyes wandering down to his chest and tattooed arms. 'Damn, what I could do with that bod- Stop it Gerard' my mind warned me.

"Hey Gerard? Or is it Jared? ...Can you hear me?" He spoke snapping my trance. He was more confident than me.

"It's Gerard and it's nice to meet you" I stepped back to let him into the room and smiled at Kevin, the male nurse, as he shut the door.

"So Gerard, why are you here?" I watched his perfect lips move as he looked at my art on the wall.

"Wait? You dont remember me?" I stopped every thing and I began to panic, remembering how he asked the pronunciation of my name.

"What the hell are you taking about?"

"Frank you don't remember? We went to middle school together and then you moved to that mental ward!"

"G-Gerard way?" he whispered

Notes

Second chapter :3


This is one of my favorite things I've written.