But After All, Does It Matter?
Chapter 2
...“See ya, Frank,” the somewhat croaky voice rings behind me.
Frank’s POV
“You dumbass! Why didn’t you ask him his phone number?” Ray screams into the phone and I bring the device further from my ear.
“I don’t know! I was just so overwhelmed and happy that I just couldn’t think straight!”
“You’re so fucking stupid… did he at least hint where you’re going?”
“No, he just told me to come to Starbucks at 10. Ray, please help, I’m freaking out,”
“Okay, just breathe, I know what to do,”
“Faster, it’s already eight!”
“You need to wear black, black will fit anywhere. You have black jeans, right?”
“Yeah, of course,”
“Okay, you shouldn’t risk wearing a suit, because if he’s taking you to a club, you’re going to look stupid and he’s probably not going to take you anywhere ever again. So a black T-shirt will have to do,” Ray says thoughtfully.
I dig through my closet, hunting for the blackest clothes I have. I must look at least somewhat attractive, because you can’t predict the future, and I’m kind of hoping that something will happen between Gee and me.
“Ok, I found the clothes,” I say triumphantly into the phone, pulling the items out and throwing them on the bed.
“There is a little difficulty though. You want to look classy, not depressed, or it might just scare him off,”
“So what do I do?”
“You need to mix in another colour. Do you have white converses?”
“Yeah,”
“Okay, wear those. And by the way, I’ve never been a good stylist, so I’m sorry if you look like shit right now,”
“Thanks for the confidence boost, that’s exactly what I wanted to hear,”
“Don’t turn into a sarcastic piece of shit when I’m around, you know I hate that,”
I mumble a “whatever” and quickly end the call before Ray has a chance to say anything else.
I quickly change into a black T-shirt and jeans, and, to be honest, I still look rather depressive. Even with white shoes on which are, apparently, supposed to lighten up the mood of my whole outfit. So no eyeliner this time.
I just hope Gerard will be interested enough in me to ask me out somewhere again.
I know he’s gay because one evening I saw him making out with a guy behind the counter, and it looked like he was enjoying it, a lot. He was enjoying it so much he was full-time moaning, not paying attention to the line of disturbed coffee-drinkers, and I had to leave because it was hot to the uncomfortable point, and I wasn’t looking forward embarrassing myself with a boner.
Grabbing my apartment keys from the table, I take a glance at the clock. It’s almost ten, and I have just about the right amount of time left to get to Starbucks.
I run down the stairs, too excited to wait for the elevator, and, half- skipping, walk in the direction of the cafe. It’s a bit chilly, so I took my leather jacket with me, too.
This is literally the best day of my life, and I’m not even slightly exaggerating. I’d never thought anything like this would happen to me, especially after my, let’s say, not so good experience with Cathy. My several months-long obsession asked me out! Stuff like this only happens in sappy teenage movies, aka my dreams and imagination, and seems unreal.
I remember last summer, just three days after my pathetic breakup, I was playing Far Cry 3 all alone in my room, when suddenly I thought: why am I such a piece of worthless shit? Why can Zac Efron get a ton of money and fuck chicks and I can’t? How am I worse? I haven’t achieved anything big in my whole life before that, I couldn’t concentrate on any task for more than a week, especially if it was a bit challenging. So then, in one moment, I threw all my dvds, games and most of my cds away into the trash, meaning to start a “new life from a fresh page”. I got myself busy with making music, writing some short stories, and just trying to develop some general talents.
I need to say that I was holding strong for about a week.
So as you can see, I’m not very good at life, so someone asking me out is pretty exciting.
What if I’m actually sleeping? If I am, this dream better last, because I want to absorb the experience like a sponge and keep it in my mind forever so that I can replay it over and over again.
I absent mindedly increase my pace and get to the Starbucks in no time. I reach for the handle and suddenly notice that my hand is shaking, as if I’m being electrocuted. I haven’t been this scared, nervous and excited for a long time.
Finally I push the door open and take a step inside, frantically looking around. This place is like my second home by now, it’s just too familiar.
I run my eyes around the room, looking for Gerard, but he’s not there. I check the time- it’s 9:58 PM, just two minutes until the set time. He’s probably late. Feeling a bit down and somewhat disappointed, I shyly sit on an edge of a chair and take my phone out, tumbling my thumb over the touch-screen before finally pressing Hungry Shark. This game always calms me down, especially when I get to eat humans.
If I can’t kill in real life, I’m going to kill in apps, and no one can stop me.
Before I can even start playing, a hand lands on my shoulder from behind and I flinch, startled.
“I like that game, too,” a way too familiar, croaky voice says and I turn my head, looking upwards at Gerard. He gives me a stretched smile, not revealing his teeth. Now that he’s so close and looking right down at me, I feel kind of uncomfortable. His eyes are strange- warm and cold at the same time. They pull you right in, but at the same time, they look like the eyes of a mental institution patient- scarily indifferent and piercing.
“You look good,” he adds without waiting for my reply, looking me up at down. I quickly check his outfit- black skinny jeans like mine, a KISS T-shirt, and his long black hair doesn’t even look brushed. Good, this means we aren’t going to some fancy restaurant.
“Thank you,” I reply, glancing down at the floor. It’s really hard keeping eye contact with him, somehow it just feels wrong.
“So… you wanna go?” Gerard asks after a moment of awkward silence.
Frank’s POV
“You dumbass! Why didn’t you ask him his phone number?” Ray screams into the phone and I bring the device further from my ear.
“I don’t know! I was just so overwhelmed and happy that I just couldn’t think straight!”
“You’re so fucking stupid… did he at least hint where you’re going?”
“No, he just told me to come to Starbucks at 10. Ray, please help, I’m freaking out,”
“Okay, just breathe, I know what to do,”
“Faster, it’s already eight!”
“You need to wear black, black will fit anywhere. You have black jeans, right?”
“Yeah, of course,”
“Okay, you shouldn’t risk wearing a suit, because if he’s taking you to a club, you’re going to look stupid and he’s probably not going to take you anywhere ever again. So a black T-shirt will have to do,” Ray says thoughtfully.
I dig through my closet, hunting for the blackest clothes I have. I must look at least somewhat attractive, because you can’t predict the future, and I’m kind of hoping that something will happen between Gee and me.
“Ok, I found the clothes,” I say triumphantly into the phone, pulling the items out and throwing them on the bed.
“There is a little difficulty though. You want to look classy, not depressed, or it might just scare him off,”
“So what do I do?”
“You need to mix in another colour. Do you have white converses?”
“Yeah,”
“Okay, wear those. And by the way, I’ve never been a good stylist, so I’m sorry if you look like shit right now,”
“Thanks for the confidence boost, that’s exactly what I wanted to hear,”
“Don’t turn into a sarcastic piece of shit when I’m around, you know I hate that,”
I mumble a “whatever” and quickly end the call before Ray has a chance to say anything else.
I quickly change into a black T-shirt and jeans, and, to be honest, I still look rather depressive. Even with white shoes on which are, apparently, supposed to lighten up the mood of my whole outfit. So no eyeliner this time.
I just hope Gerard will be interested enough in me to ask me out somewhere again.
I know he’s gay because one evening I saw him making out with a guy behind the counter, and it looked like he was enjoying it, a lot. He was enjoying it so much he was full-time moaning, not paying attention to the line of disturbed coffee-drinkers, and I had to leave because it was hot to the uncomfortable point, and I wasn’t looking forward embarrassing myself with a boner.
Grabbing my apartment keys from the table, I take a glance at the clock. It’s almost ten, and I have just about the right amount of time left to get to Starbucks.
I run down the stairs, too excited to wait for the elevator, and, half- skipping, walk in the direction of the cafe. It’s a bit chilly, so I took my leather jacket with me, too.
This is literally the best day of my life, and I’m not even slightly exaggerating. I’d never thought anything like this would happen to me, especially after my, let’s say, not so good experience with Cathy. My several months-long obsession asked me out! Stuff like this only happens in sappy teenage movies, aka my dreams and imagination, and seems unreal.
I remember last summer, just three days after my pathetic breakup, I was playing Far Cry 3 all alone in my room, when suddenly I thought: why am I such a piece of worthless shit? Why can Zac Efron get a ton of money and fuck chicks and I can’t? How am I worse? I haven’t achieved anything big in my whole life before that, I couldn’t concentrate on any task for more than a week, especially if it was a bit challenging. So then, in one moment, I threw all my dvds, games and most of my cds away into the trash, meaning to start a “new life from a fresh page”. I got myself busy with making music, writing some short stories, and just trying to develop some general talents.
I need to say that I was holding strong for about a week.
So as you can see, I’m not very good at life, so someone asking me out is pretty exciting.
What if I’m actually sleeping? If I am, this dream better last, because I want to absorb the experience like a sponge and keep it in my mind forever so that I can replay it over and over again.
I absent mindedly increase my pace and get to the Starbucks in no time. I reach for the handle and suddenly notice that my hand is shaking, as if I’m being electrocuted. I haven’t been this scared, nervous and excited for a long time.
Finally I push the door open and take a step inside, frantically looking around. This place is like my second home by now, it’s just too familiar.
I run my eyes around the room, looking for Gerard, but he’s not there. I check the time- it’s 9:58 PM, just two minutes until the set time. He’s probably late. Feeling a bit down and somewhat disappointed, I shyly sit on an edge of a chair and take my phone out, tumbling my thumb over the touch-screen before finally pressing Hungry Shark. This game always calms me down, especially when I get to eat humans.
If I can’t kill in real life, I’m going to kill in apps, and no one can stop me.
Before I can even start playing, a hand lands on my shoulder from behind and I flinch, startled.
“I like that game, too,” a way too familiar, croaky voice says and I turn my head, looking upwards at Gerard. He gives me a stretched smile, not revealing his teeth. Now that he’s so close and looking right down at me, I feel kind of uncomfortable. His eyes are strange- warm and cold at the same time. They pull you right in, but at the same time, they look like the eyes of a mental institution patient- scarily indifferent and piercing.
“You look good,” he adds without waiting for my reply, looking me up at down. I quickly check his outfit- black skinny jeans like mine, a KISS T-shirt, and his long black hair doesn’t even look brushed. Good, this means we aren’t going to some fancy restaurant.
“Thank you,” I reply, glancing down at the floor. It’s really hard keeping eye contact with him, somehow it just feels wrong.
“So… you wanna go?” Gerard asks after a moment of awkward silence.
Notes
The first chapter got 25 subscribers?! waaaat (but im rly glad so subscribe more)
So, does anyone have any guesses what exactly is wrong with Gerard? Write in the comments, I'm interested in what you guys think :3
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UPDATE THIS STORY ITS SO MAGICAL AND WORTHEY OF THE FRERARD LOVE.
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1/22/16