Illicit Paramour
Company
Company
*Later on that day*
“Mom I’m fine. Yeah, I’m just going to the park. I’ll be back by 6, okay bye.” I ended the call with my mom, informing her I was going to the park. I needed some time and space for myself after, what happened at the church.
I sat down on an old, rusty bench. I came to a park I usually wouldn’t go to (I usually went to a park near my house, with Mikey to listen to music). The field that surround me, was dirty and the once lively playground a few miles ahead of me was ghostly. It was fitting for how I was feeling. Alone.
An hour went by, lost in my thoughts. I didn’t need to worry what I would tell my parents about my depression. Tom and I agreed that we would keep it a secret, after I convinced them not to tell them. I was just going to say that there was nothing really wrong, Tom told me the nightmares were due to not enough sleep (or something along those lines) and I should pray more.
I heard footsteps coming from the left of me, but I couldn’t be botheredto see who was coming.
“Pete, do you have anymore? I’ve ran out of mine.” The sentence was accompanied with a happy, chirpy voice. But for some reason that voice comforted me-it made me feel a bit alive.
Another voice replied “Only a few but, I’ll give one to you once we sit down. Man, the things I do for you!”The two voices seemed familiar.
“Oka-Pete. Uh, there’s someone sitting at our bench.” The 1st voice failed to whisper to his fellow companion.
I looked down at my watch, it was 5:30, half an hour till I needed to be home. I might as well just offer this bench to them.
“Sorry you ca-“I looked up to find two short boys around my age. They both looked similar in ways. Both had black hair, with their fringes covering their eyes, however the slightly shorter one had the right side of his head shaven. They were both short. They wore dark clothes, excluding the fact that, the slightly taller guy wore a plain white shirt, and the shorter wore a Misfits shirt. The shorter guy also fashioned earrings, lip and nose piercings. He was also undeniably good looking. Wait what? Did I really just think that?
Now I recognised them. The taller one was Pete Wentz and the other one was Frank Iero. They both were in my year at school. I never really spoke to them, the two usually hung out with Ryan, Joe and Andy. They were labelled as ‘emos’, due to how they dressed and what music they liked. I hung out Ray, Patrick and Brendon. We were the ‘freaks’ and ‘nerds’.
Pete was the first to speak up “Hey, your Gerard Way isn’t it, from our school? I’m Pete and this is Frank” I looked at Frank who was staring at me. What was up with him?
“Yeah-“I started, not taking my eyes off Frank
“-I’m Gerard Way. Anyway you guys can sit on this bench, I’m gonna head off.” As I started to get up from the bench, Pete stopped me.
“Dude it’s fine, we can sit all together. If that’s alright with you.” Pete smiled at me. He seemed like a nice guy. He was the schools secret heartthrob. But nobody really approached him because of what he was labelled as.
I moved up, so we could all sit down on the old bench. Pete was in the middle of me and Frank, who had now dropped his gaze from me.
“Here Frank, now you can have it. Hey Gerard, as you let us sit on this bench with you, would you like a cigarette?” Pete asked. Franks eyes popped out his sockets.
“No thank you, umm I don’t smoke.” I confessed
Pete looked up from the middle of what he was doing; lighting up the cigarette.
“Sorry, we can sto-“
“No-no its fine, go ahead.” I interrupted him. I didn’t want to look like a freak and stop what they were going to do.
Frank nudged Pete.
“What Frank?”
Frank failed to whisper “Dude! You normally don’t give you precious sticks to anyone. You only started to give them to me now, after knowing each other for 5 years! What’s so special about him?”
“One; we’ve known each other for 5 years but, we only started to smoke for 2 years. Two; It looked like he needed one, you saw how he looked. Three; stop being so rude Frankie.”
Did I look that fucked up?
Pete turned to look at me, flashing a smile
“So Gerard what are you doing here? We’ve never seen you here before”
What was I gonna say to him? Hey, I went to a church this morning, and a father who thinks he’s my friend, told me I was depressed! Oh yeah, my parents will be even more disappointed in me. So I’m here thinking about my shit life. No I wasn’t going to say that.
“Uh, I got bored of the usual park I go to, so I decided to come here. For a change!” I attempted to smile at the end of the sentence
“Cool, it’s good to have a change once in a while! It gets depressing if you stay in one place” Yeah depressing, I was still touchy hearing the word.
Pete noticed my discomfort and changed the subject.
“So yeah umm, what kind of music do you like?” H asked
Now this is something I enjoyed to talk about “I like all sorts. Misfits probably is my favourite, Black Flags are good. I actually like Blur and Pulp as well.”
Frank looked at me, taking his cigarette out of his mouth. “Dude, Misfits and Black Flags are my favourite band too!” He spoke to me for the first time.
“Yeah, Frank loves those bands. But Nirvana and Green Day are probably my favourite”
We continued talking about music and things we had in common. They both loved horror movies and comics too. It was nice to talk to other people, it took my mind off certain topics. We seemed to talk for ages, because when I checked my watch it was only 5 minutes till I had to be home.
“Shit, I’m gonna have to go now guys. See you around” I got up and waved to them
“Bye Gerard” They both said. Pete got back to lighting another cigarette and Frank was looking at me. I noticed his hazel eyes were breathtakingly beautiful. Okay I think I need to get home, why did I think a boy was attractive? I’m straight, plus my parents would kill me if I ever thought I had an interest in boys. They were very religious.
I walked fast so I can get back in time, my mom would be worried if I was late. I looked back at the bench, as I was near the exit of the park.
Franks dreamy eyes were still staring at me.
*Later on that day*
“Mom I’m fine. Yeah, I’m just going to the park. I’ll be back by 6, okay bye.” I ended the call with my mom, informing her I was going to the park. I needed some time and space for myself after, what happened at the church.
I sat down on an old, rusty bench. I came to a park I usually wouldn’t go to (I usually went to a park near my house, with Mikey to listen to music). The field that surround me, was dirty and the once lively playground a few miles ahead of me was ghostly. It was fitting for how I was feeling. Alone.
An hour went by, lost in my thoughts. I didn’t need to worry what I would tell my parents about my depression. Tom and I agreed that we would keep it a secret, after I convinced them not to tell them. I was just going to say that there was nothing really wrong, Tom told me the nightmares were due to not enough sleep (or something along those lines) and I should pray more.
I heard footsteps coming from the left of me, but I couldn’t be botheredto see who was coming.
“Pete, do you have anymore? I’ve ran out of mine.” The sentence was accompanied with a happy, chirpy voice. But for some reason that voice comforted me-it made me feel a bit alive.
Another voice replied “Only a few but, I’ll give one to you once we sit down. Man, the things I do for you!”The two voices seemed familiar.
“Oka-Pete. Uh, there’s someone sitting at our bench.” The 1st voice failed to whisper to his fellow companion.
I looked down at my watch, it was 5:30, half an hour till I needed to be home. I might as well just offer this bench to them.
“Sorry you ca-“I looked up to find two short boys around my age. They both looked similar in ways. Both had black hair, with their fringes covering their eyes, however the slightly shorter one had the right side of his head shaven. They were both short. They wore dark clothes, excluding the fact that, the slightly taller guy wore a plain white shirt, and the shorter wore a Misfits shirt. The shorter guy also fashioned earrings, lip and nose piercings. He was also undeniably good looking. Wait what? Did I really just think that?
Now I recognised them. The taller one was Pete Wentz and the other one was Frank Iero. They both were in my year at school. I never really spoke to them, the two usually hung out with Ryan, Joe and Andy. They were labelled as ‘emos’, due to how they dressed and what music they liked. I hung out Ray, Patrick and Brendon. We were the ‘freaks’ and ‘nerds’.
Pete was the first to speak up “Hey, your Gerard Way isn’t it, from our school? I’m Pete and this is Frank” I looked at Frank who was staring at me. What was up with him?
“Yeah-“I started, not taking my eyes off Frank
“-I’m Gerard Way. Anyway you guys can sit on this bench, I’m gonna head off.” As I started to get up from the bench, Pete stopped me.
“Dude it’s fine, we can sit all together. If that’s alright with you.” Pete smiled at me. He seemed like a nice guy. He was the schools secret heartthrob. But nobody really approached him because of what he was labelled as.
I moved up, so we could all sit down on the old bench. Pete was in the middle of me and Frank, who had now dropped his gaze from me.
“Here Frank, now you can have it. Hey Gerard, as you let us sit on this bench with you, would you like a cigarette?” Pete asked. Franks eyes popped out his sockets.
“No thank you, umm I don’t smoke.” I confessed
Pete looked up from the middle of what he was doing; lighting up the cigarette.
“Sorry, we can sto-“
“No-no its fine, go ahead.” I interrupted him. I didn’t want to look like a freak and stop what they were going to do.
Frank nudged Pete.
“What Frank?”
Frank failed to whisper “Dude! You normally don’t give you precious sticks to anyone. You only started to give them to me now, after knowing each other for 5 years! What’s so special about him?”
“One; we’ve known each other for 5 years but, we only started to smoke for 2 years. Two; It looked like he needed one, you saw how he looked. Three; stop being so rude Frankie.”
Did I look that fucked up?
Pete turned to look at me, flashing a smile
“So Gerard what are you doing here? We’ve never seen you here before”
What was I gonna say to him? Hey, I went to a church this morning, and a father who thinks he’s my friend, told me I was depressed! Oh yeah, my parents will be even more disappointed in me. So I’m here thinking about my shit life. No I wasn’t going to say that.
“Uh, I got bored of the usual park I go to, so I decided to come here. For a change!” I attempted to smile at the end of the sentence
“Cool, it’s good to have a change once in a while! It gets depressing if you stay in one place” Yeah depressing, I was still touchy hearing the word.
Pete noticed my discomfort and changed the subject.
“So yeah umm, what kind of music do you like?” H asked
Now this is something I enjoyed to talk about “I like all sorts. Misfits probably is my favourite, Black Flags are good. I actually like Blur and Pulp as well.”
Frank looked at me, taking his cigarette out of his mouth. “Dude, Misfits and Black Flags are my favourite band too!” He spoke to me for the first time.
“Yeah, Frank loves those bands. But Nirvana and Green Day are probably my favourite”
We continued talking about music and things we had in common. They both loved horror movies and comics too. It was nice to talk to other people, it took my mind off certain topics. We seemed to talk for ages, because when I checked my watch it was only 5 minutes till I had to be home.
“Shit, I’m gonna have to go now guys. See you around” I got up and waved to them
“Bye Gerard” They both said. Pete got back to lighting another cigarette and Frank was looking at me. I noticed his hazel eyes were breathtakingly beautiful. Okay I think I need to get home, why did I think a boy was attractive? I’m straight, plus my parents would kill me if I ever thought I had an interest in boys. They were very religious.
I walked fast so I can get back in time, my mom would be worried if I was late. I looked back at the bench, as I was near the exit of the park.
Franks dreamy eyes were still staring at me.
Notes
Hey everybody, just want to say thanks for the positive comments! Also happy new years eve/new year (depending where you live in the world). Hope 2015 is a great year for you :D
Electric Century xo
Update possibly? :D
2/9/16