Illicit Paramour

After a small pause of us not speaking and our eyes locked together, Frank was the first to speak up.
“Hey Gerard. Uh- what can I get you?” A polite smile forming on his lips.
“Can I have a coffee please” I replied. I found it slightly weird how he was serving me, considering we went to the same school.
“Sure thing” with that he started to make my coffee, every once in a while looking back at me. To be fair, he wasn’t the only one who was stealing looks at the other person. I was (oddly) looking at his small frame, how it would easily fit into my arms-what the ACTUAL fuck Gerard? A deep blush spread through my cheeks, as Frank turned around with my coffee.
“What are you blushing at?” he said whilst giggling. Normally I would think these kind of giggles were girly, but from him they seemed to be mood lifting and cute.
“Uh nothing, just had a ‘cringe attack’, ha-ha” oh gosh I sounded so weird and awkward.
I handed my money to Frank as he said something I wasn’t prepared for;
“Are you sure? Maybe you just saw something you like” he winked
My stomach was doing summersaults and sorts, I stuttered a thanks and made my way to a two-seated table situated near the window. I sipped on my coffee and watched the rain, so I could try and ignore what just happened. But knowing my weird and wonderful mind, I couldn’t stop thinking about what had happened. My mind also raced with questions; was he flirting with me? Why did he do that? Why do you have to be so awkward Gerard?
I could have played it cool, and just laugh. But noo, I had to freak out, and leave him, seeming like I was shy and that what he was stating was the truth. Well, it kind of was the truth. I tried to divert my thoughts to the other server-Lyn-z. But all interest I held for her had vanished.
I texted Mikey to ask if he was okay and tell him I wasn’t home, if got home before I did. He replied to me a few minutes after. He was a good kid. Mikey never wanted to worry me or my parents so he usually responded to us quickly.
I looked up from phone and nearly jumped out of my skin. Frank was sitting opposite me, holding a large cup in his hands.
“Sorry, I scared you” a cheeky smile playing on his lips.
“-Is it okay if I sit here”
“No, no problem” I replied. Even if I kinda wanted to avoid him after what happened, I still had an urge to spend time with him.
I looked up at him, he was taking a sip from his mug, sinking back into his seat afterwards.
“So, Gerard I just wanted to say sorry about what I said earlier, I didn’t want to scare you off or anything. It was just a joke” he accompanied his sentence with his childish laugh. How could I even be mad at him after how adorable he was? Even if he made me think of him in ways, that was alien-like to me.
“It’s fine. I just didn’t know what to say, so that’s why I rushed off” we both laughed. I was warming up to him and I could tell it was the same for him
“If you don’t mind me asking you, why are you sitting here? Are you not meant to be working, or something?” Did I seem too rude?
“It’s okay and, it’s my break I decided I wold stay here, instead of going out in that weather” he pointed to the hammering rain outside.
“-Don’t get me wrong I love the rain but, not that kind of rain.” We both laughed. After that we discussed everything and anything. He talked about all sorts in the hour he had. I found out he worked here so he could earn money to go towards a new guitar and college. I told him I drew. We also talked about the movie I was watching earlier, a horror film. Ironically Frank had watched it as well, and we had the same favourite scene. The scene was about a man being poisoned, at the end of his mug there was a note saying “merci pour le venin”. It was a revenge act, against the man who once poisoned the main characters family. I joked with Frank how he could have poisoned my coffee, he laughed in response.
“Draw me something-anything, please!” he handed me over a napkin and pen.
I didn’t know what I was going to draw, so I played with the pen between my fingers. Minutes went by.
“Hey uh, Gerard sorry for interrupting you but, my times up so I’m going to go back to the counter. You can drop off the drawing to me, over there” Frank pointed behind him to the counter, as he got up.
“Yeah sure, it was nice talking to you” I responded wholeheartedly.
“You too” frank left me at the table. To be honest, a fraction of me was relieved that Frank had left. I couldn’t draw when anyone was concentrating on me.
An idea popped in my head. I started to draw on the napkin, the idea still fresh in my head. Once I was satisfied with the drawing I got up to leave.
As I got to the counter, I saw frank was busy with a customer. I saw Lyn-z, and decided I would tell her to give this to Frank.
“Um, excuse me?”
Lyn-z looked up from a magazine. Her eyes looking up and down my boy. I actually had a shot with her, but for some reason now I wasn’t interested.
“Yes, what can I help you with?” she leaned forward and smiled at me.
“Please can you give this to Frank? Thanks” her smile dropped and she stood up straight
“Sure thing” she replied
I drew in a first person point of view. It consisted of a near empty coffee mug in front, with frank sitting across a table. ‘Merci pour le venin’ was written inside the mug. It was our rendition of the scene from the movie.
I exited the café. I was happy after a long time. I looked back at the café, from across the street. Frank was smiling at me.

Notes

Hey guys, new chapter!
This was probably my favourite chapter to write yet :) Is anyone else OBBSESSED with Electric Century's and Fall Out Boy's new song? They're amazing! I will be hopefully updating on Friday or Sunday
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