The Highways I Call Home

Frank walked back into the coffee shop with his heart drowned in hopelessness.

"Hey man, what was that all about?" Ray asked, a look of bewilderment on his face.

"I.. I just don't know if I'll ever see him again. He could just leave.." Frank stuutered, tears now soaking his eyes.

"Hey now," Ray said, putting a comforting arm around Frank. "He'll try to stay. I just know it. Alright? Now let's go explore!"

With that, they left the coffee shop and made their way through the city, stopping at every one of Ray's favorite places and shops. Frank tried to be friendly, but the whole time he dragged his feet and thought about Gerard. This guy was evil! How could he just leave like that? After they had kissed? It wasn't something Frank could easily forget about. He really felt something for that guy.

After the tour was over, Frank sauntered back to his house. It was too early to go to bed, but he wanted to stop thinking and just sleep. Gerard would just not leave his thoughts. He put on some pajamas and slid into bed. The pain in his heart was unbearable. He needed something to distract him.. Something to give him even more pain..

But his blade was in Jersey. He was hopeless. Silently he promised himself to buy a new one the next day. He needed to feel the razor.. The thin metal sliving open his skin..

***

Gerard was in his car and was away from the coffee shop when he noticed Frank spazzing out outside the little place. What is he doing?

Miles and miles down the highway, he finally realized it. He had no way to communicate with Frank. No phone number, nothing. Why was he even leaving anyway? He turned around in the middle of the road, causing several cars to honk in protest, and raced back to the coffee shop, praying Frank would still be there. But the place was empty.

Gerard sat in the car, staring at the place he had spilled Franks coffee. The bathroom where he had kissed him. The table he sat when he promised to stay. WHAT THE HELL AM I DOING? He cried to himself, leaning his head on the steering wheel.

He let the tears fall, soaking his coffee-stained shirt. It was all his fucking fault. He didn't want to intrude on Franks new friendships! And now he's hopelessly wishing he would have gone with them. He could have been there. With Frank. Held his hand, touring these news streets with him with the assurance that they'd see each other again. Frank made him happy. A feeling that evaded him for weeks. Now he was back to where he started. Hopeless and depressed with nothing but his car. He pulled away from the coffee shop and searched every street for any sign of Frank. He made sure he looked everywhere, long into the night, hoping for one trace of him. But none came.

Gerard parked along the main road and slept. He might never see Frank again. In the morning he slipped on clean clothes and waited in the coffee shop. It was his last hope for finding Frank. Maybe he'd come back?

After hours of waiting, he heard a little bell signalling the arrival of someone. He looked up with hope bursting from his eyes like tears and saw a familiar face staring back at him.

Notes

Sorry it's been a while.. four days! Eww!
But i hope you like it.. sorry if it's kinda shitty .-.

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~Geetah