Love Is A Four Letter Colour

He left Aidan's house in a huff 'what was that all about?' he thought. He's his best friend, he felt like he just couldn't get together with him. He heads home, walking talks quite a long time and fifteen minutes away, it started raining. 'Fucking great' he thought again.

He doesn't have any of his school stuff since he left it there, over at Aidan's. He should've grabbed it at least... He had homework and... Important stuff. In other words just letters he had planned to give Gerard Way if he ever had the chance. To him it doesn't matter at the moment, all he can think of is his arms numbing and the thought of his heart freezing and stops pumping blood. He shook that thought off his head and sped up his pace.

'This would make an amazing scene in a story...A confused cold teen walking in the rain as it pours down on him and back at the other house a teen doing what? Crying? Maybe writing a poem for the other? Heh maybe a cheesy romantic science could be stuffed in right at this moment...' Frank though as he passed an old willow tree. 'But the roles are so different... I'm kinda just out of the picture.'

Frank's arms started to go numb so he started running instead, just so he could get the blood running again. His feet were at a reasonable pace hitting the pavement loudly and closed his red for a few seconds because the rain doesn't feel too bad now... Bad idea. Suddenly the floor is tugged out from under him and he tripped over himself and belly flopped into a mud puddle.

He groans loudly at his scraped hands from trying to catch his self, he just wanted to get home and cry at his uneventful day, this day was a disaster and he felt so embarrassed.

Notes

All credits go to co-author, Goat for the chapter, Goat is a great writer and I envy their style!!!
-GWGB