31 Days

He just smiles, looking at the worn tile flooring my mom has always been complaining about, before speaking again, "Well when I was like, I don't know, 13-ish, I wrote on this stupid little notebook about how I thought my life was gonna play out. Seeing as I was only 13 at the time most of it was extremely far fetched and stupid, but I wrote about all the important points and events that I thought would most likely happen..." He confesses, seeming off in his own mind as he says this.

"And?..." I ask, slightly confused as to how this relates to our topic at hand.

He just chuckles, and bites on his nail before saying " I wrote like, 3 full pages on how I thought my first date would go, and thankfully by then I had known I was gay so I guess it has a tiny bit more reality in it."

I smirk, catching on to what he was saying, "and where is this '13 year olds view of how his life should go' notebook?"

"Somewhere in the tornado I call my desk, I'm guessing, I actually went through it a couple of weeks ago."

"Well then, shall we take a look at this said notebook?"

His eyes widen a little, looking up at me, seeming to be contemplating about something before nodding slightly, and walking towards the basement door.

I follow suit, and once we are in his bedroom, he starts rummaging around through his papers,drawings, and art supplies that have accumulated on his desk. I look around, not that I need to, I've been in this room a million and one times. After roaming over band posters, horror movie flyers, creative drawings, and the works, I plop down on his bed, sitting mostly on a mound of black comforter.

A few minutes of silence later, Gerard turns back to me, holding a medium sized composition notebook. He crawls onto the bed, giving me a fantastic view of his ass, then sits at the head of the bed, leaning up against the headboard.

"I should probably warn you about what's in here, let's just say that this was more or less a fictional version of how my 13 year old self thought my life was going to play out, " he pauses, seeming to think of his choice of words, then continues "...and most of it revolves around really cute moments with the crush I had, this including dates, marriage, etc, all in all, I think my 13 year old self was a little fucking crazy."

Well, this should be fun, "oh, well, open up the magical book of magic 13-ness"

Again he seems to be hesitant, gazing at the tattered cover. A silence follows, not a deathly awkward one, one where I am the only one aware of it, seeing as Gerard is in his own little world. Suddenly he breaks the short silence, "yea.. Okay," he says, nodding slightly.

He motions for me to come sit beside him, and I do gladly. Opening the book, slowly, he sucks in a breath, holding it, and stares down at the pages before us.

This book is how my life will go... I hope.

Mikey if you look through this I will snap your neck.

The first page reads in slightly messy writing, and I chuckle quietly at the last part. I see Gerard crack a small smile as well, before he turns the page again, and his smile turns into him biting his bottom lip hard enough to make it bleed, and his cheeks flush red.

First Date

I read at the top margin of the page, along with the date this was written, June 6th, 2010. I look at Gerard to see him looking back.

"Are you sure you're okay with me reading this? I don't have to..." I say, seeing him uncomfortable and awkward.

"No, it's okay, I'm sure, it's just, " he pauses, then blushes as he asks "is it okay if I go and make some more coffee while you read it?"

"Yea yea, go ahead." I smile. He nods, getting up and walking back up the steps. I watch him go, wondering about his escape, then turn back to the pages and begin.

My first date will be really nice. I mean, I may be gay, but I don't want some really cheesy romantic thing as a first date, while those are nice at the right times, to me it just doesn't seem right as a first date.

My long time crush will ask me out in the hallway outside of our homeroom right after lunch.

I pause, my mind going to memories of Gerard and I's homeroom in middle school, we were in the same one, and I remember that the teacher was a really old crabby bitch. My mind also tries to remember the other guys in that class, unintentionally trying to pinpoint who this mystery crush was. A slight possessive, and angry feeling erupts from me, and that's when I realize...omg I'm jealous of a past 13 year old guy who Gerard liked. I shake my head and continue on.

He'll walk over, rest his hand right by my head, pressed against the locker by my open one. I'll look at him in confusion, while finishing putting away my books. He will wait till I'm done and when I shut my locker door he'll speak.

"Hey Gee, what's up?" He will ask with an adorable smile.

Gee? The only people I know of that call him that are me, Mikey, Bob, Ray, and his parents.

"Nothing, as usual." I would state, rolling my eyes.

"Hmm.. Well, I-I have something to tell you..." He will start to stutter, putting his hand down from the locker and stuffing both in his Black Flag hoodie pockets.

Hey, I had Black Flag hoodie, my mind interrupts, my hopes high until I remember that there were like, 3 other kids who liked them aswell.

I'll look down, bite down on my lip like I always do when I'm nervous, then say, " o-okay, what is it?"

"W-well, I- I umm... I've liked you for a w-while now, and I was.. Umm.. Wondering if you would go out with me?"

I would be in shock, looking him in the eye I would ask "Really?"

He would just nod, looking down at his converse.

"Yes" I would say, feeling excited, shocked, kiddy.

His head would snap up, staring at me, before breaking into his cute smile. "Okay, umm, come over tomorrow at.. Uhh..." He struggles to think of a time so I offer, "5?"

"Yea yea, 5, " he smiles bigger, before saying a quick goodbye and I would watch him walk down the hall towards the lunch room, halfway down he would start jumping around slightly and call out "yaaayyyyyy"

I smile at that, how cute it is.

The Next Day, 5 pm

I would walk to his house, seeing as it's close to mine, wearing black skinny jeans and my favorite Nirvana T-shirt.

I'd ring the door bell, and Frank would answer, smiling at me, before ushering me in.

Aww, so cute- wait.... FRANK?! ME?!?! Yaaayyyyy


my mind goes back to what Mikey had said this morning.... About me liking him as long as he had..... And it's true... This is full on proof...

Notes

Hey guys, so I'm back from my trip! I'll (hopefully) update more often, again, so sorry about that delay and gap.

So... How's this story so well? I can't tell... Idk...ehh,


xoxo -xXBands.And.BloodXx