Surrender the Night

"Um, I can't see. No, no you're not fine." The boy said, kneeling by Gerard. "Give me your hand." The boy commanded, Gerard flipped his body onto his butt, putting one hand out to for the boy to grab, the other still clutched to his aching stomach. At the moment that their hands touched they both felt some sort of electricity. Gerard felt the zap and his eyes trailed up the boys arm to his face. That sense of familiarity that Gerard has was from the dreams. This was the boy from the continuos dreams that Gerard had, although he could actually see his face. He had the same prominent jaw line, same long inky hair, lengthy hands. Gerard was shocked, and didn't want to believe what he thought, although there was living proof in front of him.

Thats when they seemed to realize that both of them were staring. They awkwardly went on with the 'helping up' they were doing before with a few 'oh, rights' from both of them. Gerard stood up, and was expecting someone at least the same height as himself, but what he was met with surprised him. This boy was short, and not your usual boy short, like 4'9'' short.

"Do you play piano?" Gerard questioned, knowing he was wrong. He knew this boy played guitar, from the callouses on the tips of his fingers, but he didn't want to come off as creepy in the first five minutes they have known each other.

"Uh, no. Guitar." The new mysterious boy asked. The boy shot Gerard a kind, questioning look, as if to say 'why?'

"Your hands are beautiful." Gerard said, immediately not believing he said what he did, feeling his face burn with nervousness. He heard a small laugh, and looked over at the boy. He was holding his hand infront of him, inspecting it with a grin, his cheeks flushed. Gerard laughed at his cute response. "Oh, yeah it's Gerard by the way." Gerard said, ready to go out the emergency exit at the end of the hall for a smoke outside in the old gardening shed.

"Frank, and where exactly are you going?" The newly named boy asked.

"Out to smoke." Gerard said, gaining somewhat of his confidence back. With his words he grabbed a cigarette and waved it in front of him, then putting it in between his lips.

"C-can I come with you?" Frank asked nervously, scared of rejection.

"Yeah, sure." Gerard said, trying to blowoff the fluttering and excitement in his heart.

Notes

Sorry, this is kinda a short chapter... I don't really know what's coming up next soooo. Yeah.

xoxo Death Obsessed