Love Is Insanity

Great....i had just spent 30 minutes coughing up my lungs over the phone to Ray about this theatrical situation. And now, i was probably going to be late to my singing lessons. I always make great first impressions! I had been telling Ray that i only had 5 minutes to chat, and before i knew it my lungs were gone, and my alarm was ringing crazily.
I chucked on a black flag top, which was creased terribly from the amount of times i had rolled around in my bed for hours thinking about what i would look like in a tutu, and pulled on some teared jeans, which happened to be naturally like that. I dont know why (sarcasm.) My hair looked like i had been at a concert and got n=knocked over and trampled on. To me it was fine, but just to be safe of my tutor not being a jock i combed it down slightly. To finish it off, i stroked around my eyelids some black eyeliner, and blinked it in, as the outer of my eye shone red giving myself a rebellious look. I loved it.
"Be back soon pansy baby." I laughed stroking the guitar like it had actual limbs. Pansy was, and probably will always be my resort to happiness. My cream coloured tatty guitar, which i could talk to and fiddle with as much as i wanted. I looked across at the mirror laying still at the corner of my room. I stared into it, smoothing down my top and picking up pansy lightly.
*FLASHBACK*
"Frank, dinners ready!" Mum hollered. he had ran as fast as he could down the staircase, his feet skidding to a halt at the bottom.
"What is it mu.." Before he could run to the chairs and stuff down the salad he so dearly loved, a box was distracting him. It lay by Franks chair wrapped in blue paper and sealed with a thin green bow. As he looked up his grandfather was standing there next to it, holding his frail arms out to hug his talented grandson. Frank ran forward hugging his granddad tightly, he looked up into his grandads wrinkly eyes smiling back at him.
"Open it young man. It's for you, and nobody else." Frank had already started to tear aways at the limp pieces of paper, breaking through the carboard with the help of his dad. He looked down and marvelled at the sight he saw.
"A guitar? Thankyou mum, dad, grandad!" He had jumped up into his dads arms, his mum and grandad wrapping there arms round his back in a warm embrace. Frank felt the tears trickle down and tasted salt at his tongue poking out of his mouth. He heard his grandad heartily chuckle.
"I love you grandad" Frank had sniffled smelling the cold but warm smell of burnt charcoal and peppermint tea at the sleeves of his granddads coat.
"You too Frankie boy, you too!" He smiled toothily back.
*END OF FLASHBACK*
I was grinning like a fool at my teary reflection. From that i had to redo my eyes and compose myself, before rushing to the car in my dirty converse. I sat in the car sucking in a hollow breath. Memories were the best, especially when those things had still stuck around no matter how old you get.
I drove through the foggy weather, parking up at the entrance. It looked plain but had the most intircate of detail at its windows and door frame. I grinned into my lap stepping out of the car and running in. My hair was slightly damp at the touch of rain, but it felt refreshing that i was about to meet a new persons, maybe a potential friend. And withought forgetting, have stupid singing lessons.
"He better not faint at the screech of my voice." I whispered to myself.

Notes

Sorry about no Gerard, he will come in on the next chapter :P