But You Just Never Know (Frerard)

One thing I like about my school: it’s close to my house. Since I have to walk home every day, I am severely grateful the journey is all but about 20 minutes long. I began my reluctant steps, plugging my ears with heart-pounding music to ease the unfathomable silence.

I stared intently at the sidewalk below me, studying its coarse texture and going out of my way to step on the extra-crunchy looking leaves strewn sadly on the sidelines. Poor, dead leaves, oh how you give me such satisfaction Mick Jagger will never be able to understand.

Nearing the end of the pavement and the start of a street I would need to cross, I lifted my head to check whether or not I would get smushed by a fast-moving car if I continued on like I am now, however my eyes got caught on something else in the process.

Or rather someone else.

None other than the very boy I grew to love mindlessly gazing at was strutting away several paces ahead of me. I got a glimpse of the side of his face while he strolled somewhat-cautiously across the street. He was talking on his phone, making wild facial expressions to complement his assumable mood. I of course couldn’t actually hear what he was saying, much less I couldn’t hear anything due to my loud-ass headphones. He rotated his head back to full-frontal view when he reached the end of the street, supplying me with an insight of what his backside looked like. It was intriguing, the messy clump of hair planted on his head, the edgy curve of his spine, his rather shapely butt (I would have to take a mental picture of that), all supported by well rounded out legs, but it was not nearly as intriguing as his front was.

Lost in infatuation at my ironic discovery, I got pulled back into a different reality when a car-horn angrily blared its way out of nowhere. I fell, flinging my phone and backpack in mis-match directions, as a reaction to my impending shock at the snooty honk. Recomposing myself and gathering my items I nodded at the irrated driver, signaling my sorrow, and got the hell out of the middle of the road I didn’t really realize I was walking on.

My body was still recovering from panic mode when I re-focused myself. Due to that whole incident disconnecting my phone from my headphones, my music was presumably at a halt, leaving my ears open and extra-sensitive to the surrounding sound. Good for me, I was now able to match a voice to the mystery boy and shamefully ease-drop on him.

It was hard to make out what he was saying, but what I got from a mere 20 seconds was that he had to walk home that day due to his car being in the shop, and he was not happy about it. I can sympathize, when my mom told me I would have to walk home from school I complained about it for weeks, but I got used to it. At least it’s only a few days for him, and at least I have a few more days to pleasurably walk behind him. I feel like our non-existent relationship can really grow in these conditions.

As the walk (and the stalk) progressed a few more blocks we came near the town park. Oh no, he’s turning. No you can’t turn there, no don’t cross the street you have to continue walking in front of me so I can continue studying you!

Despite my mental complaints and reasonable objections however he still turned his direction to the street, now walking on the residential side opposite the park. I stopped in my tracks and followed him with only my eyes this time, examining as he walked up to a house and entered it comfortably. Is that where he lives? Through a window I saw him walk into what I would assume to be a kitchen as he opened a refrigerator and frowned at its contents.

Hey! We have the same after school routine!

Oh god. I’m literally paused in the middle of the sidewalk absent-mindedly peering into a stranger’s house. My eyes widened and I made sure no one was looking at me because after all, it isn’t considered quite normal to do such series of actions.

I scurried back on track, mind racing.

I know where he lives! I hope he didn’t mind me invading his privacy like that, although I suppose as long as no one, including him, ever finds out I’m free to stare all I want. And now instead of taking stark glances at him in the hallway, I have the power to see him in his own home… How interesting, unlimited access to the boy you just can’t get enough of? Sign me up!

I shook my head. What have I become.

A stalker, I thought to myself. Shut up me, I’m not a stalker, I’m just… Desperate, thought-me suggested.

I sighed, because it was true.

Notes

In case you haven't guessed already, this is in Frank's POV, im not sure i clarified on that.
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