The Interrogation Room

did i really want to go and have coffee with 'Gerard'? i mean, he is incredibly hot...
yes. yes i did. anywhere was better than here. plus i want to see his beautiful features properly in good light.
but then again, he could get me outside and gun me down? i decided to just go with it. i didn't trust this guy one bit, but i sure as hell liked him. that's a first... "wait. i'm getting coffee with someone..." i thought, this is rare i've even left my apartment, let alone go somewhere with someone?!
we turned round a corner, and thats where i saw it. his face was even more perfect outside...
we went into the hipster-ish looking cafe, and sat by the window, which i hated. i hated windows. i couldn't trust them. not sure why.

"so, tell me. how long have you been here?" he smiled.
"oh, um. not long. i just moved here from...uh-" i stopped. i didn't want to talk about my past. the reason i'm even here. Gerard nodded in concentration. his eyes we're a beautiful hazel colour and his cheeks were perfectly tinted rose red.
"just, uh, a question, why are you being nice to me?" i retort. that's what i really wanted to talk about.
"because i like you, frank. you're different." he shyly replied.
wait.
wait.
wait.
what?
"no one's ever...liked me? i've never had any proper friends?" i question. i went crimson red because he was staring at me.
"well, i do." he smirks.
god damn, this man i swear.
"judging by your hoodie, i guess you're into music?" he motioned toward my black Misfits hoodie.
"uh yeah" i smiled. music was my only passion. "i love Misfits" Gerard said.
i think i love him. then i reminded myself that that's bullshit, he's supposed to be interrogating me...but he's not. he was being nice to me.
"now, not to break the nice atmosphere, but i hear you've been having post traumatic problems with your sleep?" he cautiously stepped over the question.
"yeah, i can't sleep. and whenever i do, it's usually disturbed by something terrifying, something almost schizophrenic. it scares the shit out of me." i reply, solemnly.
"is that why you wear red eye shadow?" Gerard jokes. he knows this shit isn't funny, he's just trying to make me feel better, surprisingly it's worked.
"uh, no. but it could be" i smirk. he hands me a piece of card with a number on it in blue ballpoint pen.
"next time you have night terrors, call me." he makes himself clear.
wait, what? so next time i freak out at 1am i call him and he comes straight to me? he records it? what?
"thanks, frank. oh, and call me Gerard now." he says to me as he walks out.

Notes

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