Love Is Insanity

FRANK'S POV:
As i scuffed my feet on the matted carpet i spotted a familiar face behind the counter. Mr.Way, or Gerard as i prefer. We both locked eyes in an embarrasing realisation that we were about to communicate infront of Ray. Ray obviously knew about Gerard, but didn't know that this was him. However, being Ray he probably could figure it out pretty easy. Time stopped for a moment as Gerard smiled vastly, his cheeks stained a light pink, and mine began to feel heated too. Before i knew it though, time continued and i watched Gerard stumble back in a daze into the coffee cup filled bin. I let out a loud girlish giggle as Ray stared at me in oblivion.
"You okay there dude?" Ray questioned.
"Yeah." I coughed straightening my jumper. "Splendid." I spoke in a posh tone, trying to keep my cool down and not manically jump in happiness that Gerard was here.
"Hello there young men! Can i take your order?" Mr.Way gave off a natural grin, as if this was a normal situation.
"Yeah thanks. Two strong coffee's, no sugar." Ray lent his elbows on the worktop casually, drumming his fingers on the glass pot of cookies.
"Small, medium or large?" Gerard looked at me this time, arching his eyebrows and sharing a questioning glance with me as Ray was looking down on the counter. 'My friend' i mouthed to him pointing at Ray secretively. 'Nice hair' he mouthed in response. I stifled a laugh and choked on my breath slightly laughing even more sending Gerard into fits of laughter. Ray then looked up and his eyes widened as he saw the state we were both in.
"Medium please." Ray stared at me with deep concern, like i had tooken pills or something. "You boys okay?"
"Were fine, sorry sir. Your order will be here soon, can i have your names?" Thank goodness, this is a guy who can cover up a situation perfectly! I swung back and forth on my heels hoping i wasn't the one to reply.
"Certainly! Frankie and ray." I huffed exaggerating my name slightly, hoping he would repeat it. He did.
"Frankie eh? What a cute name, suits you." Another compliment came unexpectedly flashing my way, and i smiled way to appreciatively back at Gerard. I could feel him grinning as he walked back to the coffee machines clumsily, treading on his own feet.
We made our way to the lounge, and fell into the soft leather couch with our worries planted into the cushions behind us.
"You paly with that guy up there Frank." Ray looked suspicious of the scene we had attempted to cover up. "Seems like you know eachother."
"Would you believe it if i told you it was my singing tutor?" I blurted out withought thinking about keeping it in my head.
"Your very friendly for a student that's for sure." He murmered. Sure, i liked Gerard, but he was right. We were very nice to eachother after meeting for one day. Our glances, laughter and talks we share. Even in front of friends who are clueless of the situation. He was naturally like that though, for sure. It sometimes seemed like he was begging for a friend, and he was merely attempting to hide how desperate he was. Maybe it was true, and maybe that was the reason i felt sad and earning for him. I stared at the swirling patterns of wood engraved in the table, and started to imagine what Gerard was really like. Were his smiles covering up something that he told no one else. Was he really that tranquil and buzzing. The case was that i probably just wanted to get to know him better. Or snoop right into his business could be correct.
Busy in my thoughts, i heard a rapping noise on the table and Ray's laughter filling my ears. I looked up and saw Gerard looking down at me with an empty tray, and the cofee's resting right by my head and Rays' hand. Ray was in a fit of laughter, as i realised he had been for the five minutes my head was down and my brain was clicking with dreamy thoughts.
"You okay there sir? I brought you your drinks." Gerard remarked sliding my drink into my open palm, the warm cup scolding my fingers.
"Ouch!" I flinged the coffee away.
"Sorry, i get a little impatient if i see a customer leaving there drinks for a long time. I love my coffee." He looked back at the clock and his gaze returned to mine. "Neglection of drinks....and i most definetely don't have the symptoms."
...A tumbleweed sounded from the silence we shared...
Ray shifted slightly on the couch before saying: "Um, im gonna head to the toilet. Be back." He smiled awkwardly and shuffled past us, completely dead silent. This was not like Ray.
"How's my favourite student, eh?" He said this completely casually as if he hadn't pointed out that he particularly liked me more than others.
"Tired and bored. Life has just been gradually steeping up, but now it's stopped..." I fiddled with my fingers, thinking back to my grandad, my guitar, my family..
Gerard.
"I probably shouldn't be telling you this anyway...sorry."
"No, it's fine i get the same anyway, but i shouldn't really be saying that either." He scratched the back of his head and reached over to touch my shoulder lightly. "Stay strong shorty." He flashed me a piercing smile and walked back to the counter. I grinned into my lap, the touch of his gentle hand still buzzing on my shoulder. My cheeks began to grow warm again as Ray stumbled back and looked at me questionly.
"Gerard?" He asked. I felt the heat of my cheeks and gulped nervously.
"NO....no. Um, the weather it's hot...you know? We should probably go."
"Dude, we've only just arrived and look at my coffee." He pointed to it and i realised it was full.
"Just kidding, silly!" I ruffled his fro and laughed nervously, not noticing how anxious i sounded.
"Well..." Ray sounded, and took a large gulp from his coffee. We silently sat there for a period of time, sipping on our scolding drinks, and occasionally sending eachother glances. Ray was acting up on me as the shy guy, when he usually was way more louder than this. Every so often, you would see him furiously tapping letters onto his phone from underneath the table, concentration lines wrinklin on his sweaty forehead. I didn't want to disturb him, so i kept quiet, constantly wondering what was wrong. As the silence continued, i felt something rustle on the material of the back of my jacket. The more i moved, the more uncomfortable and frustrated i got, so i curled my arm around and scanned for any crumbs. But instead i found a note...
Im the worst at writing this..anyway!
If your not busy with that exstetential crisis
then would it be possible if we met tonight, at six?
I'm lonely, that's the truth, and i want to discuss.
Anything you want to talk about!
Plus i want to get to know you better.
P.S- please forget the fact that im a teacher, im only 29.
(Please dont kill me that i extended there age so their old men!)
Thanks!
-Gxo
G, was that Gerard? It would explain the fact he patted my shoulder, which is around my back area. Oh, so he just patted me to get that note across. And there was me believing he had slight affections for me....DON'T BE RIDICULOUS FRANK! I mean, even if it doesn't mean he cares, i still have someone to talk to. Hopefully, tonight i can get to know him better. Even if it means we hate eachother after our guts have been spilt.
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FRANK'S POV:
I ran my hands through my charcoal hair, stepping back onto the cold lamp-lit streets. I was wearing my iron maiden shirt, ripped jeans and smelt of cigerettes, as i don't have the strength to wash out my clothes every one time there worn. My eyeliner felt heavy on my eyelids, as i dreamed of closing them and running back home to my bed. But i had way more important things to do.
On my way to the coffee shop, i read through the letter in my mind. He was 29, and i was 28. It was so weird thinking that my teacher was only a year older than me. It probably felt strange because of the scenarios we had in school, where the teacher was old enough to be our parents, or even grandparents! I laughed to myself, turning another lamp-lit corner. He certainly knew how to write notes withought my face burning from the cheese. Or maybe i just wanted some cheesyness. Maybe..
GERARD'S POV:
I sat on the bench behind the coffee shop, in a deserted rusty old park. It was peaceful, and my head was buzzing constantly, including my fingers, which were now slapping eachother in an entanglement of sweat.
"Pick up your shit Gerard. Listen, just spill everything right there. He'll understand if you just rush everything. If not...run." I whispered to myself.
"Busy?" I heard a familiar voice say. I jumped as i saw Frank sit next to me laughing into his hands.
"Sorry, i'm nervous for no reason." I sat my shaking hands beside eachother, and breathed out heavily.
"Hey, don't be. I won't judge you for any reason, you should know im better than that." He touched my arms lightly and his pierced lip stretched into a comforting smile.
"So..should i just say everything?"
"Go ahead, i came here to get to know YOU better." He exaggerated you with a flick of his tongue, and straight away flashed a toothy grin at me.
"Right. When i was a young boy my father took me into the city to see a marching band, and there i saw the black parade. A parade of dead masked figures on a moving black podium. I was entranced by there costumes, the odd scenery and the wild music. Ever since then i have been obsessed with death, which is odd.
It came a time, where i had to go to middle school. And there i was the comic obsessed, nerd who liked D&D, Audrey Hepburn, Fangoria, Harry Houdini and croquet. I couldn't swim, couldn't dance and didn't know karate. So i said 'face it, im never gonna make it.' Every day was the same, getting beaten up by jocks and spat on by all the students in school. However, i was still obsessed with death, and suddenly music. It became a life line for me, including my grandma Helena who introduced all my favourite music to me. Sadly, she died and there came a time where every star that fell brought me to tears again. It was probably because my father was becoming more ill, and my mum was still arguing with him. School was failing, and the only thing i was good at was science. So i skipped, and skipped, and eventually left school. I was now 17, my mum had ran away, and my dad had lost the battle to cancer. So i lived with my uncle, and only friend. I was on a downward spiral, and only then did i have one resort. Music. I remember Helena telling me that 'if im mad, don't throw a punch, don't start a fire about it, don't shout about it. Sing, thats the most powerful weapon you have.' And then, it all started to piece together, that music was my future. All i knew in school is that music made me feel different from anyone i shared a locker with. Someone finally understood me, even if i didn't know them.
I began to meet people, and eventually started a band. My Chemical Romance. Me, my brother, my friend Bob, and other friend Ray. We lasted 6 years with three albums before finally breaking up. It was tragic, and i always knew it was the wrong decision. It was just i felt so depressed, like a shovel had just scooped out all my internal organs, and replaced it with a dead soul. Sometimes, i feel like i want to call them all back up and shout 'Hey guys! Wanna hook up for a final album?' We were great, you know that? Achieved our hopes and dreams. But now, no one remembers us, not even my brother, who just thinks im a stupid excuse for a human being. he cares, but only because he believes im suffering to a point where it's mental. Im not okay..." I coughed on my tears, as two of them slipped into the gaps in my mouth and i licked them up, the salt burning my tongue. I had literally just emptied my thoughts into a guy's head. And i'd only known him for two days. I felt silly.
"Your an incredible excuse for a human being." That was all Frank said when i had finished. He too had tears trickling down his cheeks but was smiling so brightly.
"I'm not."
"You damn well are Mr. Gerard Way! I have the rights to admit the truth." He shuffled forward and pulled me into a bone crushing hug. I held him too, and we sat there for minutes, hugging eachother. It was now raining, and our cheeks were pressed firmly against eachothers as we laughed. I pulled away and held his gaze.
"Who am i?" I whispered.
"A great man." He stroked my back.
"Who will i be?"
"The current frontman of My Chemical Romance. I'll help you in time, and do whatever it takes."
"Im so grateful....friend?"
"Friend." He nodded and pulled me in for a quick hug before wishing me a good night and trodding off, his hair and clothing drenched. And me smothered in happiness.

Notes

Such an intimate moment XP