But You Just Never Know (Frerard)

Okay.
Okay. Okay. Okay.
I promised myself I wouldn’t actually do it, I promised I wouldn’t invade his privacy in his own home, but the boy keeps showing up now!
I thought I’d go to the park, clear my mind, swing on some swings, and okay, I knew he lived just across the street from the park. It wasn’t like I was planning on seeing him, but the park is my happy place, and if Mystery Boy just happens to stroll by, well, I guess that’d just be a bonus on my end.
I really can’t control myself on this, I’ve never been so attracted to someone, especially just by their plain ole looks. It’s not my fault he’s so… perfect.
No, stop it Frank, you listen to me. Stop thinking about him, it won’t help your case. You just sound like a love-struck school girl.
How original to call myself a love-struck school girl.
Fine, you sound like an old crazy cat lady being introduced to a fresh batch of kittens.
Ew, cats.
Ew, psychotic creepers who talk to themselves.
Okay, that’s enough!
I sat down on a bench, rubbing my temples and scolding myself. I made a plan to stop thinking about that kid when I heard a familiar voice.
The irony! It’s eating me alive!
I shot my head up and noticed Mystery Boy walking with someone else, someone slightly younger looking. Mystery Boy looked annoyed at his enthusiastic youthful companion, “Can’t you just hang out with your friends, Mikey?” he asked.
To which the youthful boy, Mikey, replied: “What friends?”
“Your imaginary friends!”
“You’re my imaginary friend, I call you The Hermit! because all you do is stay holed up in your room with 13 liters of steaming hot coffee. Besides, none of my other imaginary friends can catch a Frisbee.”
I couldn’t see his face, but I imagined Mystery Boy/ The Hermit! rolling his eyes at the kid’s remark.
Their break in silence gave me a moment to realize I was eaves dropping again. Dammit Frank!
Ah, oh well, from their point of view I probably look like a normal teenager sitting on a normal bench and thinking about normal things. If only I knew what that kid’s name was….
When I snapped back into reality I noticed my gaze was still locked on the boy, how awkward that would be if he caught me staring… I mean it’s never happened before, not in the hallways or anything, even so it’d probably be best to just keep all staring down to a minimum, if I can help it.
If.
I decided to leave the bench and find my beloved swing set. There were seven swings, all grouped in two’s except for the one at the end which was by itself because its partner was mistreated and abused and sadly, taken down. That one was my favorite, the lonely one at the end. It gave me some isolation from the other kids of varying ages. I was easily the oldest one there by a longshot, but due to my height no one could probably tell that much of a difference at first glance.
I sat on the swing for a while, too distracted to really try to go anywhere but more-so just swaying lightly lost in thought. When I got up, it was starting to get dark outside and the street lights were flaring. I decided I should probably go home by that point, being at a public park at midnight wasn’t the safest thing I could be doing.
Unfortunately for me, it started raining before I could even get out of the grass, I put my hood up and walked on, yelling at myself for wasting so much time doing nothing. By the time I reached the sidewalk it was full on pouring, I mean don’t get me wrong, I love the rain, but it was freezing this time of year. I stepped from mud to concrete and examined my surroundings, I paused when I remembered that a house across the street was the Mystery Boy’s because what I noticed while casually glancing about was that Mikey kid and a woman and Mystery Boy himself all standing in the assumable kitchen.
They looked happy, from what I could see, but I was only really looking at the one.
What is his name? What I would give if I could just know that one piece of information. I call myself a stalker but I guess I’m a pretty crappy one to begin with if I can’t even find out the subject’s name, I mean come on he even goes to my school you’d think I’d meet him sometime before. I guess he just doesn’t get around much, like me. Okay, from now on, no more staring. Sorry, boy, but this is goodbye I can’t—.
Oh my god. He saw me, he sees me right now! Not just a kid looking into his window but a kid dressed in all black with his hood up in the middle of the rain looking into his window! That’s not suspicious is it? In panic I bolted away from there, which was probably even more suspicious. Oh god, he didn’t actually see me did he? Oh please no, not after I was just swearing myself off of his sweet, drug-like face. His expression was awfully confused, god he’s probably freaking out now. Hopefully he’s not, hopefully he just shrugged it off, hopefully he didn’t recognize me. I mean how could he, right? He’s never met me before, there’s no way he could remember my face, and I had my hood up, and it was raining! He probably couldn’t see, right?
Right?
I shook my head when I reached my house, still calming down my nerve-filled stomach and trying to convince myself it wasn’t the end of the world, but I had a knack for over-reacting to most-likely silly stuff.
But this time it’s not even silly, it’s serious.
I went straight to bed, still contemplating the severity of the situation and not being able to fall asleep until I half-assed myself into believing that it wasn’t as big a deal as I was making it out to be.

Notes

HEyo.
Took some time, yeah?
Well i started school August 4th and that's all i have to say on that.
Hope you enjoyed! sorry if you didn't.