Kill This Venom From My Heart

It starts getting late and I tell Gerard that I better get going and he sighs and says "So we're gonna hang out again right?" "Yeah, that's the only reason I'm here, if you wanna hang out?" He nods and says "Tomorrow afternoon? Maybe we could do something more exciting than hanging around my house? If you want to I mean." "Well I had a pretty great time here but we can go out" I tell him, wondering if that sounded as suggestive and creepy as it did in my mind but Gerard keeps smiling so I guess he didn't pick up on it. We make our way out to the front porch and he sits with me while we wait for my cab to show up and when it gets there we look at each other awkwardly, neither of us really knowing what to say so I step in and pull him into a hug and say "I'm glad I came here, you're every bit as awesome as I thought you were." Gerard chuckles and when we pull back from the hug he smiles and says "I thought you didn't like that?" "With you it's not so bad" I tell him, turning and walking across his front lawn and getting in the cab, Gerard watching from his porch until I can't see him anymore.

When I get back to the hotel I get my laptop, going online and checking on twitter, making a single tweet, 'Had one of the best days of my life' and adding one of the pictures of me and Gerard, both of us smiling but laughing at the same time and we're half looking at each other. After it's posted I get up and go to get in the shower when my phone rings so I turn around to answer it, seeing Jamia's name on the screen and I throw the phone back onto the bed, going into the bathroom and taking my shower. When I come back out I climb into bed, picking up my phone and I see I have five missed calls from Jamia and two from Bob. I settle down and call him back and when he answers the phone he says "Frank where the fuck are you right now?" "I'm in Jersey, why?" "I saw your tweet, who are you with?" "I'm just here visiting a friend." "Who?" "His name is Gerard." "Why have I never heard of him before? Frank tells me what's going on, because that picture looks like more than friends having a good time." "He's seventeen, we're just friends and I kinda methimontwitter." "Say that again." "I met him on twitter." "So he's a fan?" "Well yeah but...." "Frank are you out of your mind? Most of those kids are fucking nuts and you travelled across the country to be with one?" "Look I know more about him than you'd think, we've been friends for a while now and he's harmless." Bob lets out a long drawn out sigh before saying "I hope you know what you're doing Frank." "I do" I tell him and we end the conversation after I promise to call him every day while I'm here so he knows I'm alright. After we hang up I lay there staring at the ceiling replaying the day over and over in my mind and I can't help but smile as I think about Gerard's laugh and his smile and the way I can just be myself with him and he's there because he genuinely wants to be. I reach out and grab my phone again, opening my photo album and scrolling through to the pictures from today, smiling wider at how cute he looks and I can't wait to see him tomorrow.

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