The Fantasy

Frank sat on the 9:55 train into London, a copy of Metal Hammer in one hand and a cup of starbucks coffee in the other; cautiously sipping it as he read the latest article on My Chemical Romance. “Shame they had to split up” he thought to himself, carelessly taking another sip of his coffee and burning the end of his tongue. He winced at the sharp pain at the end of his tongue, almost spilling his drink down his clothes. “For fuck sake” he murmured, placing his belongings on table as he tried to sort himself out.

It had been almost two weeks since he had last seen Gerard and he had been unable to think of much else since he walked out of the classroom, never to be seen again. He always wondered, maybe if he had just spoken up about what happened that afternoon. But every time he did, he would think about that kiss and feel the temptation rise up in his mind. It made him feel sick, unclean.

A shiver went down his spine. Frank shook his head, trying to rid himself of these seedy thoughts which taunted his mind.

The train choked up to Harlow Station platform. Frank kept his eyes on the magazine as various people got on and off the train, failing to notice a young girl sit in the seat opposite him. He listened as the doors slid shut, feeling the sharp jolt of the train as it pulled away from Harlow and continued on its journey. The train was surprisingly warm, judging by the murky weather outside, he had expected it to be colder. “Stupid thing” a voice said quietly, which was quickly followed by a loud thud. He looked up over the pages of his magazine and saw a young dark haired girl trying to open the window. He raised an eyebrow. “Need a hand?” He asked politely, watching her struggle to push the window open. She looked back at him, offering him an embarrassed smile as she silently accepted his help. He stood up, wrapping his hand around the black handle of the window and pulled it towards him; the cool breeze which wafted through the small opening was almost heavenly.

They sat back in their seats, the girl’s cheeks flushing a hot red as combed her long blonde hair out of her face. “I’m so sorry, that’s so embarrassing” She said, eyeing his copy of Metal Hammer. Frank shook his head, smiling back at her. “Its fine, we’ve all done it” He replied, going back to his magazine. She shrugged in agreement, leaning back in her seat and looked out of the window. They sat in silence for the most part of the journey. Frank kept his eye on her, studying her as she sat before him. There was no denying that she was beautiful, with short, dark hair and brown eyes as deep as the ocean itself. Her skin was pale, wearing little make up upon her flawless, yet somehow familiar, face. He noticed that she was wearing a blue knee length dress that clearly amplifying her cleavage. He was almost mesmerised by her appearance for he had never before seen a girl so beautiful.

“It’s so sad that MCR split up” The girl said suddenly, breaking the silence and the thoughts which clouded Frank’s mind. “Sorry?” He questioned, his eyes refocusing upon her glowing face. She was staring at him intently, a small grin spreading across her lips. “The magazine... I was saying how horrible it was that My Chemical Romance broke up” She replied, beckoning at open copy of Metal Hammer in his hands. He felt his cheeks burn red as he shifted uncomfortably in his seat; laughing quietly to himself. He had been so focused on her appearance that he had failed to hear a word she had just said. “Er yeah, I was gutted when they split, they were such an amazing band” Frank said nervously, taking another sip of coffee.

The girl sighed, running her fingers through her fringe and brushing it out of her eyes. “I miss them. You know it’s funny, I’ve never met someone who’s been a fan of Metal Hammer or MCR” She said, playing with her hair as she continued to smile at him. Frank blushed. “You don’t look like your usual Metal head” Frank replied, unable to remove the stupid smirk from his face. She gasped, holding her hands up to her face. “Oh my god stereotyping much! God you’re such a conformist” She shrieked, laughing hysterically as she caught his eye. Frank laughed; he had never met someone so melodramatic. They sat there for a while, laughing until tears ran down their aching jaws, blissfully unaware of the staring and scornful looks from the surrounding passengers. “So what brings you on the 9:55?” She asked, wiping away the tears as they finally managed to stop laughing. Frank cleared his throat, rolling up his magazine and placing it back in the satchel he borrowed from Patrick. “I’m heading up to London for work experience, what about you. Frank asked, nervously fiddling with his fingers. The girl opened her mouth to speak but was quickly interrupted by the overhead speaker:

The next stop is Tottenham Hale; please mind the gap between the train and platform.

Frank glanced at his watch, 10:15. He knew he had plenty of time, but that didn’t help his nerves. He took another swig from his coffee cup, suddenly craving a cigarette. “I have some business to attend to” The girl added quietly, glancing out of the window. Frank nodded, he had now stopped listening to the girl before him as his mind wandered back to the thoughts he hoped he had, for a moment at least, forgotten about.

Why couldn’t he stop thinking about him?

“I’m Jamia” The girl said, flashing him a cheeky smile. A smile crept across his face as he looked up and into her beautiful brown eyes. “Frank” He replied. The train hauled up to Tottenham Hale station, jolting to a halt as the doors slowly slid open. Jamia stood up and walked towards the doors without looking back. “See you around, Frank” She called out behind her as she walked off the train. Frank stared out the window as the train pulled away from the station, trying to find her face, trying to see where this beautiful stranger was going.

She was gone.

Notes

So Frank just met Jamia... will they become friends or something more?
Find out in the next chapter!

Of course this couldn't be a Frerard story without a love triangle

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