Love Is Insanity

GERARD'S POV:
I closed the flat door behind me with my shoes slipping of my feet the further i walked into the apartment. I slouched into the teared sofa and grabbed my lighter, firing up yet another killstick. Placing it between my chapped lips, i breathed out heavily, slouching further into the material. I felt like i needed to call Mikey and tell him about my first lesson with one of my students. Mikey was so interested with my life and how my jobs were going, and it felt nice to always have someone by my side that was so curious. It didnt matter how personal it was, Mikey was always the one to run around to the flat and tackle me into an embrace. Sometimes i wanted to spend more time with him, but i knew he was more busy with other stuff aside from always thinking about me. He had a high pay job as a phychiatrist, full time lawyer, and the amount of friends a star could only wish for. I sometimes wish i was him.
But there was me. Living in a scabby rented flat with a job as a singing tutor and worker in a coffee shop. The pay was short and slow, and the work was becoming more strengthous the more money i was earning. I chucked the cigerette on the floor and stroked my greasy bleached hair, sucking in a breath and dialing Mikey's number on my phone. I waited as the phone beeped continously, and then it clicked into the answer phone.
"Hey it's Mikey, im not home at the moment but please leave a message for my dearest concern!"
"Hey Mikes, it's Gee. I was wondering if you could call, not that you should be concerned; im just feeling a bit lonely. But hey, everyone has shit days, im just the few to have everyday being like this. Anyway..im gonna go. Bye." I flicked my phone shut and sighed into my lap. I missed hearing Mikey on the phone. It had been 3 months and it felt like all my smiles have melted now. Apart from today, with Frank. I had actually met a decent life form, and now there was no chance we could be friends, because i was his teacher. I've had those past experiences where i thought i was about to befriend my own teacher in school, but no, apparently these thoughts were stupid fucking delusions. And there was a period of time where a thing such as company had been nothing but dust. Frank seemed different though. In an empty room with no one to watch over us perhaps i could befriend this kid who says he has no talent whatsoever. I just need to learn how to include smiles in my day, and socialize withought making a situation awkward. I just needed to consider others first. Until then, i needed to prepare for my early shift tommorow. That was just one step in a mountain of a staircase.
FRANK'S POV:
"Tell me bout your lessons then Frank." Ray and i were sitting on my bed playing Crash Bandicoot. It was the morning after my lessons with Mr.Way, i had never felt more ecstatic about anything before.
"Well he is a guy."
"No shit!" Ray laughed.
"He is like around my age, i think..and has a nice smile."
"Your so awkward dude. C'mon, just tell me everything."
"Fine. We only spent an hour together but he said i had good music taste, and liked the song i had to sing for him. We both sang to eachother at the end of the song, and i felt like there was a special moment there for us. Like i might even be making another friend in this shit hole of a home. He didn't smile at first, but im sure by the end i had never been given a bigger one. And yeah...he's nice." My eyes widened as i realised how much i had said, and how breathless i had become.
"You like him." Ray had a giant smirk on his face as he pushed my shoulder lightly.
"Yeah.."
"I knew it!"
"No, i mean i like him as a friend." I argued but i knew it was too late to stop Ray from objecting every answer.
"Dude, your gay?"
"I don't know Ray. I wanna befriend him, but there's all these other thoughts."
"You'll figure it out soon buddy. I did and now i have a great relationship. Im happy." He smiled. Ray found a great boyfriend through the power of coffee, and now he new his place. I wanted that, but forever i will remain confused.
"Thanks."
"No problem. You wanna get a coffee, the drinks are on me?" Ray always knew how to cheer me up. "You might even meet someone."
"Um, sure...your awesome Ray thanks." I got up and switched of the game machine smoothing down my hair and slipping out of my flat with the frizz of hair that was my friend.
We stepped out onto the harsh streets of los angelos, and scuffed our feet down the pavement to starbucks, the whole time talking about relationships. And as usual most of it was centered around me, always. Frank Self-Indulgent Iero.
"What do you want before we go in?" Ray said.
"Um, just a strong coffee. Would be nice." I wondered if Gerard would like strong coffee too, or whether he even liked it at all. Those chapped lips had surely had touched some of that steeming brew.
GERARD'S POV:
I'd been at work for 2 hours now, and only had 5 left. I think my weakness of work was constantly staring at the clock, and burning my fingers on the hot water of the coffee machine. By now my fingers stung, and my eyes were hurting. Instead of preparing for work last night, i decided to stay up till three in the morning talking to myself on Mikey's answer phone, and reading over Frank's singing registration report around one hundred times. That left me with 10 minutes to chuck on my clothes and gather everything in the morning. Regret was now the only thing pulsing through my veins.
I heard the door bell chime, and immediately looked over, not caring if i looked like a drowsy tramp who had just stolen a workers outfit. And when i saw the two customers i actually cared. I stumbled back into the bin looking away from the people entering. A young man with frizzy hair..
..and Frank.

Notes

Really starting to enjoy writing this :)