The Taste of Ink

*Franks POV*

Gerard held me close to his chest. My skin burned with want for him. I inhaled his scent , it was a homey smell of cigarettes and cologne. Although his smell shouldn't smell good , but to me it was heavenly. I breathed in the scent again and closed my eyes in content. As much as i was loving these vulnerable seconds , i couldn't help but feel confused. Just yesterday he had me by my throat ,suffocating me. Now currently he had me flush to his chest holding me like his life depended on it. I wanted to know how he felt about me. After a few minutes of listening to his heart beat rapidly he shoved me away. I whimpered at the loss of contact and i looked up at him. He stared down at me with a depressed look smoldering in his eyes.
Then he turned on his heel and briskly walked away. what. I watched him walk down the corridor speculating every part of his body from behind. I slowly arose from my spot on the floor and followed him down the corridor.
"Gerard?" I softly called. He looked over his shoulder at me and stopped walking. I blushed at the eye contact that we made. He smiled genuinely at me then ran his fingers through his hair, butterflies exploded at the simple gesture. My hands trembled slightly at the sight of him smiling at me. Then he continued walking down the hall to his class. I stood frozen in the hallway a burning blush on my cheeks and butterflies madly slamming around in my stomach. I sprinted to my first period class with a spark in my sad heart.

Notes

Heres a quick update sorry if its not the best.. ill get a longer chapter up either tomorrow or later tonight! rate?comments? feedback <33 Once again the chapter title is from The Front Porch Step