Counting Down The Days To Go (Frerard)
Wake Up
I stared into the distance for a bit before hearing the opening of a door, some shuffling, and someone sitting next to me. I didn't look at them, I didn't care for conversations with strangers as they give me extreme anxiety, and I knew even a glance might start a conversation.
"Hi," a masculine voice said. I felt my heart stop for a second. Goddamn, that voice was attractive. And I don't call just any voice attractive. My thoughts went from the attractive voice to the increased rate of my heartbeat as I realized I had to talk to them.
"H-Hi..." I replied, looking at my feet. I could feel heat swirling in my cheeks. I hated talking to people. I was so awkward.
"You could at least look at me when I talk to you," the voice replied. Embarrassed, I looked to my right to the person sitting next to me.
Holy fucking shit was he attractive. He had black hair that went just below his ears and, despite the dimness of the lights outside, I could see he had hazel eyes, like mine. He had a nose and a lip piercing. My heart was still racing, but now at the sight of him. He was hot. Really hot. His lips were curled into a smirk and I suddenly wondered what they would feel like against mine. Dammit Gerard, this is a man who you just encountered less than a minute ago, you can't think of them like that! I mentally slapped myself. This actually happens a lot with attractive people. I stared at him for a few seconds before he started chuckling. "Sorry, that was rude, wasn't it?" he asked.
"No, no. It's courtesy to look at someone when they speak," I replied. I smiled back and shook his hand. "Gerard."
"Frank."
His name was Frank.
Bright lights, darkness, drifting in and out of consciousness, that was the highlight of my... well, however long I had been out.
"Frank, did he not tell you?" I heard a voice ask. A sob broke out. "Frank, Gerard is dyi--"
Darkness.
Sobbing. Bright lights. Beeping.
"So, this is your house?" Frank asked. looking around my porch. I simply nodded in response. He turned back to me, smiling. Again, I thought of the feeling of his lips against mine. Gerard, stop that. You just met him! I didn't realize I was staring at his lips until he laughed. I blushed and looked behind him, at my neighbor's garden. "It's fine," he told me.
"I keep staring at you and that's super rude." I felt like an idiot.
"I don't mind it." He suddenly wrapped his arms around me and pulled me close. I froze, and felt him start to let go, but I hugged him back.
"Tonight was great, Frankie."
"I'm glad, Gee Bear." We both pulled away and looked into eachother's eyes. I felt like we were in some cheesy romcom or something. Then he did something I was hoping he would.
He brought his lips to mine.
I immediately melted into the kiss, cupping his face with my hands. It was apparent we were both inexperienced in the makeout department, as within seconds we were drooling a bit. Embarrassed, I pulled away and wiped off my mouth. Despite the dimness of the streetlights, I could see he was blushing madly. He was quite cute when he was flustered. "Uh... g-good... goodnight, Gee" he stuttered and waved at me before stepping back into the rain.
"Don't you want an umbrella?"
"No, I'm fine."
"It's pouring, you're gonna get sick."
"I'm okay, I promise." He flashed a smile before running in the opposite direction than where we came through the pouring rain. I felt a smile spread on my face as I watched his silhouette disappear in the distance.
"Gerard," a voice pleaded, "wake up."
"Hi," a masculine voice said. I felt my heart stop for a second. Goddamn, that voice was attractive. And I don't call just any voice attractive. My thoughts went from the attractive voice to the increased rate of my heartbeat as I realized I had to talk to them.
"H-Hi..." I replied, looking at my feet. I could feel heat swirling in my cheeks. I hated talking to people. I was so awkward.
"You could at least look at me when I talk to you," the voice replied. Embarrassed, I looked to my right to the person sitting next to me.
Holy fucking shit was he attractive. He had black hair that went just below his ears and, despite the dimness of the lights outside, I could see he had hazel eyes, like mine. He had a nose and a lip piercing. My heart was still racing, but now at the sight of him. He was hot. Really hot. His lips were curled into a smirk and I suddenly wondered what they would feel like against mine. Dammit Gerard, this is a man who you just encountered less than a minute ago, you can't think of them like that! I mentally slapped myself. This actually happens a lot with attractive people. I stared at him for a few seconds before he started chuckling. "Sorry, that was rude, wasn't it?" he asked.
"No, no. It's courtesy to look at someone when they speak," I replied. I smiled back and shook his hand. "Gerard."
"Frank."
His name was Frank.
Bright lights, darkness, drifting in and out of consciousness, that was the highlight of my... well, however long I had been out.
"Frank, did he not tell you?" I heard a voice ask. A sob broke out. "Frank, Gerard is dyi--"
Darkness.
Sobbing. Bright lights. Beeping.
"So, this is your house?" Frank asked. looking around my porch. I simply nodded in response. He turned back to me, smiling. Again, I thought of the feeling of his lips against mine. Gerard, stop that. You just met him! I didn't realize I was staring at his lips until he laughed. I blushed and looked behind him, at my neighbor's garden. "It's fine," he told me.
"I keep staring at you and that's super rude." I felt like an idiot.
"I don't mind it." He suddenly wrapped his arms around me and pulled me close. I froze, and felt him start to let go, but I hugged him back.
"Tonight was great, Frankie."
"I'm glad, Gee Bear." We both pulled away and looked into eachother's eyes. I felt like we were in some cheesy romcom or something. Then he did something I was hoping he would.
He brought his lips to mine.
I immediately melted into the kiss, cupping his face with my hands. It was apparent we were both inexperienced in the makeout department, as within seconds we were drooling a bit. Embarrassed, I pulled away and wiped off my mouth. Despite the dimness of the streetlights, I could see he was blushing madly. He was quite cute when he was flustered. "Uh... g-good... goodnight, Gee" he stuttered and waved at me before stepping back into the rain.
"Don't you want an umbrella?"
"No, I'm fine."
"It's pouring, you're gonna get sick."
"I'm okay, I promise." He flashed a smile before running in the opposite direction than where we came through the pouring rain. I felt a smile spread on my face as I watched his silhouette disappear in the distance.
"Gerard," a voice pleaded, "wake up."
Notes
rly vague chapter because why not
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Oh my god I just found this book and it is soooooooooooooooo good you did a great job at writing this and chose a perfect ending.
11/8/14