I eventually managed to get away from the canteen, making up the excuse of ‘going to be early so that I make a good impression tomorrow’ to get away from the people I was sat with. Don’t get me wrong, they were nice enough, I just felt uncomfortable talking about Frank like this behind his back. Well it wasn’t really behind his back anymore, was it? He’d heard us. Frank probably hates me now.

When I enter the dorm room, I see Frank lying on his bed staring at the ceiling.

I sit on my bed, cross-legged, and look at him. He’d obviously been crying as there was red around his eyes and the top of his shirt was wet. He’d changed his shirt since this morning; he was now wearing a black Misfits shirt.

After a few moments of awkward silence, I pluck up the courage to talk.

“That’s I great band,” I say, gesturing to his shirt.

Frank continues to stare at the ceiling, his expression unreadable. I guess he’s pretending he didn’t hear me.

“Why don’t we just start over?” he suddenly says.

“What do you mean?” I ask, confused.

“Hello, I’m Frank Iero, you must be my new dorm mate.”

“Yes, I am! I’m Gerard Way,” I say, playing along. Frank sits up and rubs his face with his palm.

“Cool, so where do you come from?”

“Just around the corner, in Bellville,” it was a slight lie, I couldn’t remember where I was from, but that was the last place I remember living.

“Me too!” Frank says, obviously exited, “do you have any siblings?”

“Yep, I have a brother called Mikey. He’s two years younger than me. How about you?”

“Nah, I’ve always wanted a little sister though.”

Frank turns away, his face scrunching up slightly. He looks like he’s going to burst out into tears again.

“Frank?” I say, worried for my dorm-mate.

He turns back and rubs his eyes with the back of his knuckles.

“Yep, I’m fine.” He didn’t look fine, “I just need to sleep.” He yawns, stand up and walks over to the wardrobe. He pulls out some black and white chequered pyjama bottoms, a grey Superdry hoodie and a plain black t-shirt. Frank goes into the bathroom and emerges a few minutes later wearing the items of clothing.

Frank then pushes his duvet to the end of the bed and lies down, not bothering to pull it over him.

After a while he falls asleep. I watch him lie peacefully, his breaths long and distorted by the fact that he has wriggled into a position in which his face is on the pillow. One leg is bent up, the other is led slightly diagonally so that his bare foot is hanging off the side of the bed.

Soon Frank rolls over so I can see his face. His cheeks are stained black from the eyeliner mixed with tears that were flowing down them. I don't let that ruin it though. His eye slightly twitched, so I know he's dreaming. I wonder what he's dreaming about? His black hair falls down onto his face, curling around his eye, framing his face. He’s so beautiful.

No, I can’t think like that.

Notes

Hey, yo, sorry this is really short. I can't think today >.<

I promised I'd write something today though, so here you go!

~Sovay♥