I Can Sure As Hell Deal With Myself

- You have some cool stuff you know, Gerard? I looked up and saw this man with tons of tattoos, piercings and black hair.
- Yeah, you don't speak, do you? He said looking directly into my eyes. I sat up and kep my eye on him a little causious.
- Do you? I do. I answered to him looking at the ground. Who the hell is this guy? Even though I wasn't looking at him I knew he was still staring at me.
- I should have known you want to hear my name, how stupid from me. I'm Frank but I dare you to call me Frankie. I chuckled at him and looked up smiling, but he was already looking away.
- Wow Gerard, your drawings and paintings are amazing, I love them. He complimented my stuff, even when they're not that special, compared to some real artist's stuff.
- Sketches. Most of them. I said blushing. I couldn't look at him while he was looking at my stuff, I felt a little shy, but I don't know why. Well he is the first one to look at my drawings besides mom and Mikey. Now he was again looking at me.
- Hey Gerard you know, I don't have any friends, so... do you want to be one? Frank said with a hopeful smile and I couldn't say 'no' for that, I smiled back and answered.
- 'Kay. First one. I said blushing again, well Frank is my first friend, but should it be so embarrassing when I'm his first friend too? Hey, how a hot guy like that, didn't have any friends?
- You know it's probably my personality... I have pretty short temper. Frank said nervously laughing and blushing. Is that even a reason to not to like a person? Hey how could he answer my question if I didn't even say it out loud? It probably is a reason, a good reason actually.
- Your face is easy to read, Gerard. Frank answered again, before even hearing my question.
- Oh? is all I got out of my mouth. I went deep into my thoughts, nearly forgetting Frank being in the same room with me.
My thought's were interrupted...
- Gerard, dinner! ...by my mom.
- 'Kay! I yelled back at my mom. I wonder if Frank wants to eat, should I ask him?
- Nah... I'm fine Gee. I'll be going anyway, so see you soon, sweetie. he winked at me and walked up my stairs and out of my room, and most probably out of our house. Damn he was hot, no what am I thinking? Oh right, dinner.

Notes

***IF YOU WONDER WHY GERARD THOUGHTS ARE KIND OF DISJOINTED IT'S BECAUSE OF HIS ILLNESS***, amen.
So Frank is here, and I'll just leave you with another (too) short chapter. I'll really try to do longer ones but believe me it's really hard for me because I'm from 'country of few words' or so on. :'D kill me now please.
Might be typos I wasn't the best one in english class. ^-^"