Love Is A Four Letter Colour

Frank walks up to the counter "May I have a large latté please?" He asks politely. Suddenly the door opens, letting the cold outside air spread around the room like the plague. A shiver runs down Frank's spine and he glances up from his hands which are nervously holding his money for the latté.

is he dreaming? No, what kind of fucking loser dreams about writing a blog in a coffee shop?


"W-well, hey." Frank stutter out. He was getting happier, he really hoped that this was not fake.

"Do I know you?" They spoke, deep and sexy according to Frank's horny mind, it was like melted butter on a hot summers day. Every single thing about this man is gorgeous and dream-like. Just looking at this man's scruffy clothing; messy hair, angel carved face and -must I mention- his majestic fucking nose; is enough to set Frank into a trance. If Frank could, he'd grow ovaries just to explode them.

"N-no...I suppose you don't know me..." Frank says. "But I know you!" And now he feels like a creep for saying that. Frank just wants to explode like a firework because he met his idol, then have the ground swallow him whole because of how shy and embarrassed he feels. The woman hands him his latté and he returns to his seat. It's Gerard Way right beside him.

As soon as Gerard gets his everyday regular black coffee he guesser he could sit down with Frank. "It's always nice meeting someone who looks up to you." Gerard smiles as he is referring about his self and takes a sip from his coffee.

"I-I...I-" Fuck Frank was that nervous he couldn't form a sentence, he felt embarrassed as fuck because he is that type of fan girl/boy going crazy over every small thing and tweeting stupid shit about it, lucky he never called Gerard daddy. "I'm FrankIeroMustDie! I guess you wouldn't remem-"

"Oh my! Really? That's fabulous, I look up to you too. I mean, not that I stalk you I just like your username." Gerard cut him off, he felt so happy at that moment.

"Oh uhm, thanks...it's uh, it's nothing special really...i mean, it's just a username and it's nothing at all compared to your art talent. I once bought one of your paintings for, how much I can't remember but it was expensive!" Frank says and then regrets saying it, or anything at all. He looks away shyly and the door swooshes' open. Frank mutters under his breath but it's still loud enough for Gerard to hear it. "Aidan..."

"Uh, I hope you keep in contact!' Frank left his pen on the table mindlessly along with a piece of paper with his email and phone number .

Maybe this was going to be Gerard's first friend in ages, he was still over-joyed that this had happened, on the other hand, Frank didn't know what to feel. He left the whop with a push on Aiden's shoulder. He felt Aidan following him and he began to run; his heart pounding in his chest. 'Not now' Frank repeatedly thought. He doesn't want to deal with Aidan , he wished Aidan didn't go to that coffee shop because maybe him and Gerard could've spoke more and hit it off. Frank finally got home and shut the door behind him, feeling reliever to be away from Aidan. He goes upstairs and checks his phone and e-mail for any new messages incase Gerard actually cares about him, a stupid fan among millions.

he gets bored and has a shower.

Notes

So, that was a trio writing this, my friend Tyler has helped me with the chapter.
thanks for reading
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