Food Is Love

"POV Frank"

Coming home after my dinner, I felt high. I don’t even know on what. I just felt fucking high. It had gotten quite late since I got my food around 7:30, and I finished around 8:00, but I was only halfway done. When I said I was done, the waiter named Gerard has asked me if I wanted to take it home and I said no he asked if he could have it. The restaurant was almost cleared out by that time, and he asked if he could sit with me and stop working for the night to his boss, who had said that was fine. He took of his apron and put on a nirvana sweater. We talked and ate till around 8:45. When it was 9:00 and I had paid, Thomas (the boss of the restaurant) asked us to leave so they could close up, we were sad we had to split up and was apparently very obvious. Thomas left the keys with Gerard telling him to lock up when we were done talking and we could get anything from the kitchen as long as Gerard’s work would make up for it the next day. He grinned and had turned off most of the lights, only leaving on the one in the kitchen, so we decided to go sit in the kitchen. Gerard had seen my scars and I explained; he had made me promise never to cut again, and showing me his; he told me if I wouldn’t, he wouldn’t either. I was shocked that such an amazing person would do this to himself, I had agreed. We both seemed content with the promise and got some sprite. We ended up sharing and laughing up till almost 10. I had texted my mom I had met someone and I’d be home a bit later and was still at the restaurant. She had called me to make sure I wasn’t just lying so I could have some time without phone calls to attempt suicide. Gerard and my mother had talked for a bit, and then she ordered some Chinese takeout apparently and hung up. We both laughed at the conversation for a while and then just looked at each other; I was just so incredibly happy I had found someone who really seemed to care about me, and listened like nobody I had ever met before. Thinking about this I had said,

“Gerard, I love you.”

I hadn’t even realized what I had said until I had actually said it. As his long red locks hung in front of his eyes, he looked kind of shocked and whispered,

“But we’ve only known each other a few hours…”

Thinking about that, it seemed very illogical of me to say what I had said just moments before, and I felt that it was true. I felt that deep down I truly loved him. So instead of feeling completely awkward and leaving I whispered back,

“Ï, I know. It’s just that you’re so sweet and actually listen to me, unlike everyone else I know. And you have trusted me with a secret I assume not many people know. You need to understand that I’m tired and speak the bold truth in the most awkward way possible, but really, Gerard, I really do love you.”

He seemed to think about this for a moment, and for that moment I had hope that he’d say it back. It was completely silent and I bit my lower lip and turned away, not wanting to see his face as he was going to tell I’m an idiot for saying that and then telling me to leave. Instead of that, we just sat like that for a few minutes. No words, no looks, no action were exchanged. Finally, breaking the awkwardness, he sighed and said,

“I um, believe we’re both tired, let’s just go back home, and I’ll see you later I suppose.”

Checking my watch I realized it was already 11:56 and murmured in agreement and got up avoiding eye contact, and clearly walking a wide circle around him to make it to the door. When I was almost there I heard him push back his hair and sigh a little less heavily than the time before. Once I had walked out the door and it was about to shut I heard him yell at first, then sounding dead honest and like he meant every word.

“Wait! I, I know I won’t be able to get you off of my mind, and I am sad to say I love you too. And I am happy to know you feel the same way, but the last time I trusted someone with my heart was way too recent and I just can’t handle falling again and crying my eyes out so I forget about work and need to find a different job again. I’m so so sorry Frank but I just don’t think I could do that to myself right now.”

I simply answered,

“I understand, maybe we can try later; because truly Gerard, I love you and I have treasured every moment I had with you so far and I can't wait to see you again.”

Turning to walk out the door once more, I was biting my lower lip to stop it from trembling of the joy I had heard Gerard say he loved me back. When I was almost at the door, I was caught by a strong grip on my forearm, but not painfully, and as I turned to face him, Gerard helped me by spinning me toward him slightly. Before I realized what was going on Gerard had his arms locked behind my waist and pulled me closely, lowering his own head so our lips could touch at a perfect angle. The first few seconds I was still registering what had happened, but then I kissed back with all the passion I could. I stepped up on my tiptoes and pushed by hands through his hair ferociously. I don’t know how long it lasted, but it was… it was… breathtaking.

Notes

I'M SO SORRY I HAVEN'T POSTED THE PAST LIKE MONTH, IT'S JUST THAT MY LAPTOP BROKE AND I'VE BEEN REALLY BUSY.
I PROMISE I WILL TRY TO UPDATE ON MY OTHER STORIES SOON TOO.
xx frerardthough