The morning after.

I wake up, as soon as my eyes open I get a shooting pain through my head. Damn I drank a lot last night. I force my eyes to open fully. Where the hell am I? I look around the room; many band posters litter the room. I search for my phone, wondering what the time is, turns out it's 1 in the afternoon.
I get up and make my way downstairs, well I'm definitely not still at Pete's. I look around for some sort of clue.
Picture frames litter the walls. Most of them are of Frank and a young looking girl, his older sister maybe, possibly his mum?
So I'm guessing I made it back to his after all.
I walk through a door and see him sleeping on the floor, while Mikey is on the couch, I wonder how he managed to get me up the stairs and on to his bed. Well I assume it was his room that I was in.
Then it hits me. That kiss that lasted all of about 5 seconds. What the hell was that about? I'm afraid to ask him though, he'll deny it was anything 'oh I was just drunk' he'll say
I gather all my stuff and sneak out the door not ready to face him, not just yet.

I don’t look at my phone again till about 6. I have many texts and missed calls from the time that I don’t, most of them are from Mikey and Frank.

From Mikey: Dude where da fuq did u go?
From Mikey: Answer me!
From Mikey: Dude, I’m getting worried!
From Frank: We need to talk.
From Mikey: Me and Frank r freaking here, where did u go?
From Frank: Please let me know you’re ok, me and Mikey are majorly freaking out over here.

Many more along the same line of these are also there. But there’s one that stands out, one that I stare at for a few minutes.

From Frank: I’m sorry.

Yup, he totally regrets it, he probably feels bad for leading me on, he probably knows about my pathetic crush and only wants to be friends so he’s sorry for giving me any type of hope. I’ll just avoid him for a few days, give it some space, let the situation calm down, then hopefully I’ll just be able to laugh it off when he manages to talk to me about it.
I call Mikey, so that he’ll stop worrying.
“Gee what the fuck man, why didn’t you reply to any of my texts, I thought you were dead in a ditch or something, man why would you do this to me you fucking dick, wait this is Gerard right this isn’t some dude from the hospital calling to tell me he’s dead, oh god Gerard say something!”
“Mikey calm down, I’m fine.” I hear a sigh come from him.
“Where the fuck did you go? We called everyone and looked everywhere.”
“Well obviously you didn’t look everywhere. I’ve been at home, in my room this whole time.” Truth. “I had homework to do.” Lie, I just didn’t feel like talking to Frank just yet.
“Why didn’t you wake one of us up and tell us?”
“I didn’t want to disturb you.” And I surely didn’t want to talk to Frank. “But I’m fine so you can stop worrying now.”
He sniggers. “To be honest I think Frank was more worried then me.” I hear a faint ‘shut the fuck up Mikey’ in the distance, obviously Franks voice.
I laugh half-heartedly “Fair enough, look I have to go, got stuff to do.”
“Ok sure dude, I’ll be home in about half an hour. Bye.”
He hangs up and I flop on the bed. I can tell the next week or so is going to be majorly difficult, avoiding being alone with Frank is going to be hard, he’ll probably try to get me to go to the ice cream parlour with him. I’ll have to decline, I can’t face the conversation about last night not yet. Lucky I still have Sunday before I have to face him. Well and the rest of tonight of course.
I get out my sketch pad, and start to draw, I don’t really think of what I’m drawing, I just let my hand go wherever it wants to. Before I know it there’s the forming of a familiar face on the paper in front of me. Of course, I can’t believe even my subconscious is thinking of Frank, and apparently making me draw him. I rip out the page and screw it up. Slightly screaming inside. Why can’t I just forget him for all of five minutes? Why is he in the majority of my thoughts. My phone buzzes, I really don’t want to talk to any one, but I look at it any way.

From Frank: Can you meet me tomorrow, I really need to talk to you.

For gods sake, avoiding him is going to be hard.

To Frank: I have a lot of stuff to catch up on, sorry.

I put my phone down and go make a coffee, by the time that I come back he’s already replied.

From Frank: Well, can I come over, we can talk whilst you do stuff. It’s important.

I sigh, he’s not going to give up is he. Maybe instead of avoiding him, I’ll just get in there before he can say anything and tell him that I understand, he was drunk and didn’t know what he was doing. Then I wont have to hear the words from his mouth. Then hopefully it wont hurt as much.

To Frank: Ok, I’ll probably need a break from stuff anyway. Meet me at the ice cream parlour @ 2.

He replies back instantly.

From Frank: Thank you, I’ll see you there.

Why he’s thanking me I have no idea. Thanking me for letting him reject me?

I put my phone away and close my eyes, hoping for the darkness to over take my thoughts, and eventually it does.

Notes

Wow for once it hasn't taken me a month to update ;)

Ok so I'm going to try to do weekly updates, seeing as my writing mood seems to have come back.

So yeah

Update for those who care: My daughter turns 6 months on Thursday. Wooo. It's going fast.

Also were any of you from the MCR page, ya know like a load of people who used to post on their wall whilst we still could?

Any who
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