(Gerard's P.O.V.)

I groggily wipe the sleep from my eyes as I drag myself out of bed. I take a much needed trip to the bathroom. I wash my hands afterwards, staring at my reflection in the mirror.

Boy, I am going to be in serious need of a hair cut soon.

I run a brush through my hair and leave the bathroom and stalk into the kitchen to get a fresh pot of coffee brewing. If I am going to work on my painting for Mikey, I'm going to need to have my caffeine first.

After my coffee is done brewing, I grab my Star Wars mug out of the cabinet and pour myself a cup of the delicious brown liquid. Then I add the cream and sugar. I take a sip before walking to my studio. Well, it's a spare bedroom that I converted into a studio to do all of my art and writing, and whatever else I feel like doing in there.

About two hours pass and I need to give my hand a break; and grab myself another cup of joe. I glance at the time on the microwave and it's almost noon. I shrug to myself and pour myself another cup of coffee just when my stomach begins to growl.

I sigh and give into my hunger pangs. I grabbed a drying pan and set it down on a burner on the stove. I waltz over to the fridge to retrieve 3 eggs and milk.

I crack the eggs into a small bowl and uncap the milk to add o the eggs. I search for a whisk in the various drawers. I finally found what I was looking for and began to whisk the eggs.

Then I throw some butter in the pain and pour my eggs into it. Within minutes, my scrambled eggs are done. I eat my food quickly and clean up the slight mess.

Not long after, I search for my cigarettes but realize I ran out two days ago and never went to buy another pack.

I debate on getting some clean clothes on, but don't bother changing clothes, since I don't really plan on going anywhere after I get my cigarettes.

I grab my car keys from the couch and my wallet which fell onto the floor in front of the couch. I didn't move anything from where I left them yesterday. I was way too wiped to care.

I leave my apartment and get in my car, driving to the nearest gas station to buy my smokes.

Less than twenty minutes later, I get back home. I go to my bedroom to check my phone for any missed calls or text messages.

I scrunch my eyebrows together together as I open up a text I received an hour ago. It's from a number I haven't seen before.

The text read:
Hey Gerard. Would you like to hang out later? If you're not busy that is... xoxofrnk

My eyes widened as I bit my bottom lip. Frnk? Who the hell- My eyes widened even further,if that was even possible.

Frank. It's Frank.

My heart started racing as I thought about what I should do. I took a breath to get myself together before I made any rash decisions.

I texted Frank back after staring at the screen for ten minutes - possibly longer than that.

Sure ..What do ya have in mind??

Five minutes later, Frank responded:
Meet me at Starbucks? Say 3:30?

I tapped out another reply.
Sounds great.

I received one more response from Frank, then our conversation was over for the time being.

Sweet. Can't wait. Make yourself cute. ;) xoxo

My face reddened dramatically. Oh God. I ran into my studio to clean up a little bit. Then I jumped in the shower as fast as I could.

I stepped out of the shower and wrapped a towel around my waist. Once in my room, I pulled out tight skinny jeans that have a rip in the crotch. I wondered if it would be too much, but brushed it off. I should probably do laundry soon.

I got myself a pair of clean underwear from the top drawer of my dresser. I also pulled out a pair of socks. I put both items on and went to my closet and opened up the door.

I bit my lip as I rummaged through my shirts. Nothing seemed good enough, until I came across the perfect items to complete my outfit, aside from the shoes, which I will get to shortly.

I take a red button down shirt and a black vest off of hangers and gently lay them on my bed. I put the hangers back in the closet.

I finish getting my clothes on and scramble for my black leather boots buried on the bottom of my closet. I trudge over to mt bed, and sit down on the edge. I get my boots on and tie them.

Lastly, I swiftly yank my leather jacket off its hanger and put the thing on. It's my favorite jacket. I look pretty badass in it, if I may say so myself.

I go to the bathroom to do something about my hair. I dig out my flat iron and plug the thing in. Once it's ready, I straighten my hair. After I'm satisfied with how I look, I apply a generous amount of eyeliner.

I leave the bathroom after making sure I unplug my flat iron. I leave it on the sink to cool down.

I walk back into my room to check the current time on my phone, It is now 2:45. I begin to get a little nervous yet excited. I'm seeing Frank again and that's fucking awesome.

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