Ice cream parlour.

I walked into the Ice cream parlour for the third time this week. Considering it’s only Wednesday, and I hate ice cream, it’s a large amount of time for me to be in here. I could be at home, drawing my next ‘masterpiece’ as Mikey, my little brother, likes to call them. Of course I couldn’t bring myself to go home. I don’t want to miss out! ‘On what?’ you may ask, then again you may not care like many other people who stain my life. Anyway, the reason I don’t want to go home, not just yet. There’s this mysterious boy in here every day after school. He’s beautiful. The sides of his hair are shaved and dyed blonde, the top long, but not too long, and black. Perfect face. Hot body. He interested me. He wore the same school uniform as me, not that I’ve noticed him around school. I think I would remember if I’d have seen him before. Then again he looks younger than I am, and it is only a month into the school year, so it’s not surprising I hadn’t seen him till just over a week ago, when Mikey dragged me in here on the Monday. I came back here the next day to see if he was here again, and I wasn’t disappointed. I’ve been coming here every day since, I know, it’s probably really creepy what I’m doing, but in all honesty? I don’t give a damn!

I walk to the counter to order a chocolate milkshake, which I won’t bother drinking, and go to sit at my usual table. I pull out my sketchbook and continue my drawing of the beautiful boy. I keep glancing up at him so I can get as much detail as possible. I know I can’t do this boy justice on paper, no one could capture his beauty perfectly. No one would be able to capture his joy as he gets ice cream on his nose, no one can capture the disappointment that soon follows as he realises he has no one to share that joy with. I’ll be there to share the joy with you whenever you want. I shake the thought out of my head but it comes back just as quick as it had left, and stronger. The thought of sitting across from him, both of us in fits of giggles, then me leaning across the table and licking the ice cream off of his little button nose. NO, I shouted. In my head of course because really..? I’m not a nut case. Then I realised, I’ve been staring at this boy whilst all this was going through my head, and not to mention the fact that he is staring right back, a confused expression over his beautiful face. I quickly look away, I can feel my cheeks get slightly red, damn my ability to get embarrassed ever so quickly. I pack up my stuff after looking at my watch take a small slurp out of my milkshake, ew. Then I bolt out the door, I’m kind of hoping that it looked like I had somewhere to be, rather than running away from an awkward situation, even though that’s totally what I’m doing. I run to the park, trying to get as far away from the place, and as close as possible to my house. I get to the park and slide down the side of a tree. How can one person have this effect on me? Shit.

My name’s Gerard way, and I think I’m in love with a stranger.

I get home to find Mikey in front of the TV with some horror movie on. I sit next to me, and for the millionth time in our existence I thank who ever for making us so a like, and smile as someone gets slaughtered on our screen. Some say our love of horror movies is strange, but we think otherwise.
“Hey Gee, how was school?” Mikey asks, his eyes not even leaving the screen.
“Eh you know, same shit different day.” I sigh, thinking about today’s events. I glance over at him. Then shove him knowing that he isn’t even paying attention. How rude!
“Oh mum is on a night shift… again. She left money for takeout though. If you want to go order some.”
“Why can’t you?” I ask, he just shrugs. “Lazy shit.” I mumble under my breath, I get up and go order Chinese.

We spend the rest of our night eating Chinese and watching horror movies, until I let out a huge yawn, I say goodnight and start making my way to my room so I can crawl into bed. “Oh by the way” He stops me “I made a new friend today, his names Frank. He’s really cool. Shaved hair at the sides, long hair on top, all dyed of course. Very punk like, he always goes to that ice cream place after school, I think you would really like him.” I just grunt and continue my journey to my nice warm bed.

Then it hits me, what Mikey just said. Shit. He knows the mysterious boy. He’s friends with the mysterious boy. Mysterious boy has a name. That name is Frank. Thinking about it, that name suits the punky looking boy. Tomorrow I must try and pump Mikey for some information on this kid. If they’re friends, that means I can meet him properly.

Then the events from earlier play through my head. He caught me staring at him. He won’t want to be my friend. Him and Mikey will probably sit and laugh about me. ‘Oh look it’s Mikey’s creepy brother who randomly stares at random people.’ Damn, suddenly I’m not so tired, instead I’m massively freaking out about what Frank will think of me. Mikey knowing him just makes it so much more real. He’s gone from ‘cute ice cream boy’ to ‘my kid brothers’ friend Frank.’ I groan and pull out my sketch of Frank, and continue it from memory.

I spend about half an hour just trying to get the glint in his eyes right, but I just can’t. Nothing is going right in this drawing. How can I be so distracted by thoughts of this young boy, yet I just can’t seem to draw him properly? I drop my pencil and hold my head in my hands. This is mad. I don’t know this boy. He might not even care that I was staring at him, not that I should care what he thinks of me. But you do, and you always will. A voice in the back of my head whispers. You care about what everyone thinks of you. I sigh. My brain is right. I care far too much, it’s my weakness. I will never change who I am, yet I’m so self-conscious, and care what people think.

I scramble under my bed and pull out a bottle of vodka that I have hidden there. Taking a few swigs, I sat back down on my bed. Hopefully this will help me forget him. Hopefully this will make me forget everything.
I drink about half the bottle and I hope that the alcohol burning down my throat will be enough to send me into a deep dreamless sleep before I go to school tomorrow. I wait a few moments, then I feel myself slipping.
I smile as the vodka did its job, well half of its job. I fall into a deep sleep.
Unfortunately not a dreamless one.
Of course I have to dream of the boy, that beautiful boy.

Frank.

Notes

Ok. So I have the next three chapters written already I just need to type them up. WHEY!
Let me know what you think, if you want of course.
I know where I want this story to end. It's just fitting everything into the middle.
and God sometimes I suck at remembering what I wrote already.

Also just so you know..... I have a baby, so if I don't post for a while at a time, that's why! :3

WELLLLL. Enjoy!