Ice cream parlour.

I wake up to my alarm the next morning. My head is spinning. Maybe that vodka wasn’t the best idea I’ve ever had. Having a hangover at school is never a fun thing. I get up and swallow down some painkillers, hoping that they’ll help stop the banging in my head. I pull on some semi clean skinny jeans, a fresh shirt, my tie and lastly my blazer. Oh how glad I am that our school uniform is black. I run my hands through my hair trying to tame it, which apparently today is impossible, so I give up with a sigh. Once again my hair goes against what I want it to do. Damn.

I sit on my bed just begging for my head to start feeling better, then it hits me. That beautiful smell. Coffee. Mikey must be making some right this second. I run up the stairs from my bedroom, which in case I hadn’t mentioned was in the basement, and then into the kitchen. I see Mikey pouring out two cups, oh how I love that boy. He just knows me so well. He turns around with the two cups and I grin whilst making grabby hands towards him. He just laughs and hands me one of the two mugs. I sip at it happily letting the warm sensation flow through my body, satisfying my early morning needs. There really is nothing like having a nice cup of coffee after getting drunk. I look at the time and groan when I notice that it’s time to leave.

I leave the cup in the sink and go out the door, making my way to this hell hole they like to call… School. The place where they teach me pretty useless things. Except art and maths, I actually like those lessons. It could be something to do with the teachers, the only two teachers that don’t actually hate me. Or it could have something to do with the passion I hold for both lessons. The fact that I can just pour all my feelings out onto the page, whether it’s portraying them through images, or writing it all down in poetry. Also it might be slightly because they’re the only two classes that I’m not failing.

It only takes me 10 minutes to reach the school. I walk to my homeroom, being ignored by everyone, occasionally getting shoved like they don’t even see me. I shouldn’t really complain. I should count myself lucky. Getting shoved is nothing compared to what these guys do to some people. At least I don’t get beaten up, or get my head flushed down a toilet. God knows whether that one actually happens. You hear about it but I’ve never actually seen it be done.

I finally reach my homeroom, which also happens to be my art class room, and go to sit at the back. I was the first one there, like usual. It wasn’t long before the bell rang and the room filled up with students chatting about their weekend plans. Even though they still have two whole school days to get through.

I stare out the window as Mrs Atkinson starts to take the register, I only look away to answer my name when it’s called. Ten minutes to go and I have art. This is why I love my timetable, I start the day with art, then have maths, science, lunch, History, IT and finally English. Starting and finishing with my two favourite subjects.

Once again the bell rang and the students who didn’t have art, like myself, wandered out of the room. I continued to stare out the window, until I heard the sound of our art teacher. Mr Tomlinson, is a great teacher, and damn is he fine. If you saw this man’s booty you would agree in a heartbeat. Not as fine as Frank though is he? Damn I had literally managed to go the whole morning without thinking about him.

I sigh and start getting out my work. See with art we do a project a week, and when we finish that project, we get to do our own stuff. Whether that’s homework for other lessons, or in my case do my own drawings.

It only took half the lesson to finish. This week we had to draw our deepest fears. So what I did was draw me sitting in the middle of a dark, yet not quite pitch black, room. I am hunched over with a ring of people facing away from me. In my arms I hold a body. A dead body, covered in blood, covering me in blood. I fear loneliness and I fear losing the only person who really understands me.

Now I know I already seem pretty lonely, but really I’m not I have Mikey, and our two friends Ray and Bob. That’s enough for me, I only need true friends. Maybe there will be Frank to add to that list soon. Damn the thoughts of the short punk fill my head for the second time today.

Lunch time comes around and I decide to go sit outside by the willow tree. I don’t want to go find my friends, because no doubt Frank will be there, and seriously, I don’t want to see a guy that less than 24 hours ago I was caught staring at. I ignore all the calls I get from Mikey, hoping that he would think that I’ve just gone to the art room. I do that sometimes, when I’m upset, not that they know that’s the reason why. Sometimes I just like to be alone and get my feelings out on the page. Mr Tomlinson understood, and left the room open just in case I wanted to use it.

Halfway through lunch I get a text. Opening it up, I groan as I see it’s from Mikey. ‘Oi Geetard, where u @? I want u 2 meet Frnk!’ I ignore the message and roll my eyes at the way he texts. Why is it so hard for him to use full words? I sigh, maybe if I avoid them for a few days the staring thing will be forgotten and all will be well. We can become great friends or something and I can just masturbate over him when he’s not there. Perfect. Hmm, maybe I shouldn’t go to the ice cream parlour today. I dismiss that thought as soon as it comes into my head. I need my daily dose of the cute boy. I need to get that drawing of him perfect. I have to go. No matter what, but whatever I do, I can’t let him catch me looking at him, not again. If he does, I definitely won’t be able to face him again.

The rest of the school day goes so slowly, but finally the last bell rings. I smile and rush to pack up my things so that I can get going. Before I know it I’m at the door, pushing it open. The sound of joyful chatter fills my ears. Like always I glance over to his usual table, finding him sitting there alone, once again. He has his usual banana split sundae in front of him. I once again order a chocolate milkshake and sit at my usual table. Grabbing my sketchbook, I look over to Frank. This time he’s staring at me, he quickly looks away and I see a small blush form on his cheeks. Ha. Now we’re even. Wait..? Why was he looking at me in the first place? I glance over again, disappointment filling me when I find that he is no longer there, and neither was his ice cream. I sigh and look at my drawing, putting it down on the table. I really hope he comes back soon so I can finish it.

I hear a gasp, and look up. There Frank stood, mouth slightly open just staring at my sketchbook. Then he looks to me, the sketchbook, me. His eyes keep flickering between the two and it’s kind of making me feel uneasy. He finally speaks, his voice like velvet. “So that’s why you’ve been staring at me.” I nod, my throat has dried up I can’t say a word. “Wow, it’s so amazing. Well except you’ve made me look a lot better than I actually do.” He giggles at his own words, it’s cute. I find my face getting hot at the thought. Damn my lack of control on my brain. “Do you mind if I join you? I mean I know we don’t know each other, but, we go to the same school. That’s something.” I just nod once again, still not being able to speak. He grins again, and I can’t help but think about how adorable it is. “Oh, how rude of me. I’m Frank.” He holds out his hand, grin still in place.

Then finally I manage to speak, but I say the first thing that pops into my head. Which also happens to be rather creepy. “I know.” The look on his face is priceless. Like scared, yet amused. Like he wants to run away, but instead he lets out a nervous laugh. “I mean, Mikey told me about you, my brother, I didn’t know. Not until last night. He said he met you and yeah…” I trail off so I stop making myself sound like a complete idiot.
“Oh! So you must be Gerard. He wanted me to meet you earlier but we couldn’t find you anywhere.”
Then a look of ‘Oh shit’ passed over his face, it wasn’t there long but long enough for me to notice. Not that I say anything about it.

After a few moments of silent I ask the only thing I can think of. “Got plans tonight?”
“Not really, you?”
“Probably going to watch horror movies with Mikey.”
“Horrors scare the shit out of me.”
Wait this might be a deal breaker right here. “So you don’t like them?”
“I fucking love ‘em.” He giggles again.
I smile, big and wide. “Want to join us?”
“Sure sounds great.”

I give him my address and phone number, and tell him to get to mine for seven.

Well tonight could be interesting.

Notes

Ha. Update already BOOM. Typing whilst feeding a baby is the way.
This chapter was a lot shorter when I wrote it, then I bulked it out when I typed it up. and THAT is why I write it first.
That and if I don't it wont get read to make sure theres no mistakes because I am lazy af.

Let me know whatcha think and i'll update asap