Demolition Lovers.
Chapter Two.
That night I dreamt of guitars and mysterious looking men with smudged eyeliner. Even when I woke up, Gerard was my mind. I wanted to text him very badly. But I was scared that if I did he would think I'm annoying. It was a Saturday, so after an hour of arguing with myself I gave in and dialled the number.
"hi Gerard. I listened to Misfits - they're amazing! Thanks for the lesson by the way. :) xofrnk"
I wrote after 15 minutes of editing it. I thought it was ok so I hit the send button. I immediately regretted it. He replied quickly, so I eagerly opened the chat.
"I'm so glad to hear that! Wait until you hear Black Flag, you'll absolutely love them. And it's fine! Same time next week? xxx" was his reply. I noted the 3 kisses at the end. I analysed the text again and again. After listening to a few Black Flag songs, I decided to go for a walk. I would reply to Gerard's text later.
As soon as I opened the door the warm summer air hit me. Everything felt so much more positive when it was sunny. I love the summer. Children ran around the street and angry drivers told them to stay off the road. Old couples walking dogs trudged along at their own pace while families cycled past on bike rides. Everything seemed so alive. I finally got to the park. Which wasn't much of a park, more like a patch of grass with a bench. Unfortunately someone was sitting on the bench so if I wanted to sit down I'd have to sit beside them and make awkward conversation. I decided to risk it and sit there anyway as it was very hot and I was tired. As I approached the bench I noticed that it wasn't a stranger sitting there - it was Gerard. I smiled at him and sat down.
"Hi" I grinned. It scared me how happy I was to see him.
"Hey, frank" he replied. He was wearing a long thick coat, even though we are in the middle of a heat wave. He was still very pale, and he looked as if he hadn't been out much. Before I got the chance to talk to him about how I had practised the song and could now play it perfectly, some guys in my year walked past and screamed "FAGGOT". I tried to ignore them, but instead, Gerard defended me.
"At least he could get a guy, you'd struggle to get either gender." He hissed. Instead of insulting us, they simply stared at the older man and sauntered off. I thought about Gerard's reply. Does he think I'm gay? Does he think I'm attractive? Is he implying he likes me? Does he want me to be gay? Am I gay? Is that guy him? And as these questions rushed through my head I finally realised it. I like Gerard. Not in a friendly way. I like Gerard. What?! Why?! Am I gay now?! What?! My mind screamed at me. Confused, I muttered an excuse about feeling ill and ran home. I like Gerard. I really like Gerard.
"hi Gerard. I listened to Misfits - they're amazing! Thanks for the lesson by the way. :) xofrnk"
I wrote after 15 minutes of editing it. I thought it was ok so I hit the send button. I immediately regretted it. He replied quickly, so I eagerly opened the chat.
"I'm so glad to hear that! Wait until you hear Black Flag, you'll absolutely love them. And it's fine! Same time next week? xxx" was his reply. I noted the 3 kisses at the end. I analysed the text again and again. After listening to a few Black Flag songs, I decided to go for a walk. I would reply to Gerard's text later.
As soon as I opened the door the warm summer air hit me. Everything felt so much more positive when it was sunny. I love the summer. Children ran around the street and angry drivers told them to stay off the road. Old couples walking dogs trudged along at their own pace while families cycled past on bike rides. Everything seemed so alive. I finally got to the park. Which wasn't much of a park, more like a patch of grass with a bench. Unfortunately someone was sitting on the bench so if I wanted to sit down I'd have to sit beside them and make awkward conversation. I decided to risk it and sit there anyway as it was very hot and I was tired. As I approached the bench I noticed that it wasn't a stranger sitting there - it was Gerard. I smiled at him and sat down.
"Hi" I grinned. It scared me how happy I was to see him.
"Hey, frank" he replied. He was wearing a long thick coat, even though we are in the middle of a heat wave. He was still very pale, and he looked as if he hadn't been out much. Before I got the chance to talk to him about how I had practised the song and could now play it perfectly, some guys in my year walked past and screamed "FAGGOT". I tried to ignore them, but instead, Gerard defended me.
"At least he could get a guy, you'd struggle to get either gender." He hissed. Instead of insulting us, they simply stared at the older man and sauntered off. I thought about Gerard's reply. Does he think I'm gay? Does he think I'm attractive? Is he implying he likes me? Does he want me to be gay? Am I gay? Is that guy him? And as these questions rushed through my head I finally realised it. I like Gerard. Not in a friendly way. I like Gerard. What?! Why?! Am I gay now?! What?! My mind screamed at me. Confused, I muttered an excuse about feeling ill and ran home. I like Gerard. I really like Gerard.
7/29/13