Follow Me Home (Frerard)

(Frank's Pov)
"Frank, you're wasting your time with music. Out of the millions of others wanting to do the same thing, there's a chance you won't even make it in the music industry. You know that." My mother's aggravating voice fills my ears with 'concern' over the Skype call.
"If I don't take a chance on it, I'll never know if I will or not. Plus, becoming a lawyer isn't my kind of thing. You know that."
Since my mom was one of the biggest, most successful lawyers in most parts of the U.S. she's had this idea stuck in her head that I'd be a good lawyer too. Growing up, she always had me watching shows like csi, law and order, etc. Though, there were times she'd let me watch a few cartoons. still, she tried preparing me for law school since pretty much birth. It wasnt until eighth grade that I stopped paying attention to all of it. Music was always my escape and my passion. I used to always practice guitar chords at a Ray's house or at the local music store when my mom was at work, or out of town on a case. When I was 15, she got me a job as an assistant at a law firm here in Florida. With my first pay check I immediately (Without her knowing) bought my own guitar. I don't know exactly why she's always been soo opposing towards musicians. she never really gave me a reason.
Maybe it had something to do with my dad. But the thing is.. As cliche as it sounds, my dad left right before I was born. Mom doesn't talk about him. At all. When I ask her, she just ignores me or changes the subject. She has no photos of him. No records saved. Almost like hes never existed. she's never even told me his name.. All I know is that we share the same DNA and last name. Maybe her hate for musicians has something to do with him.. Now, doesn't that sound pathetic?
"It night not be your thing, but you'll be financially stable. I'm just looking out for you."
I roll my eyes, relieved that I have my camera off so that she can't see me. "I don't care if I'm financially stable or not, mom. I just want to do what I love. if you were really looking out for me, you'd see that and support me on it."
she sighs. "This is just one big phase, Frank. If you'd grow up, you'll see that and study in something that wont screw you over in the long run. you're just living on a stupid little fantasy. you won't get anywhere with it. But go ahead and waste your life with shit like this, see what happens when you become a street beggar. So I'd suggest you give it up now Frank!"
A fantasy? Really? Is that what she calls it? A fucking fantasy?!
Anger and adrenaline coursed through my veins as her words engraved into my mind. She knows music is everything to me then she goes and calls it a damn fantasy. It made me infuriated and speechless.
What the hell have I ever done to deserve a mother as ignorant as mine? Seriously?..
With out a word or a second thought, I hang up on the call with tears of anger rolling down my cheek.
I don't need to hear anymore of her bullshit. At least not right now. I don't really care if I've hurt her so called 'feelings' because shes done enough damage herself today.
Only one person on this earth could possibly make me feel any better right now. And that was Jamia. But she's not in Florida anymore and she was probably busy.
I go ahead and Skype her anyway. I just really wanted to speak to her.
Even though our relationship as a couple failed miserably, we were still extremely close friends. She was always more of a best friend than a girlfriend to me, to be completely honest. I guess thats how it was always meant to be for the both of us.
I kept my camera off, just so that she won't see my tear stained cheeks and puffy red eyes.
"Hi Frank! What's up?" She asks in a cheerful tone, after answering on the second ring.
"Oh nothing." My voice cracks on the second word, sounding like I'd just finished sobbing. Which, I really do want to do right now.
"What's wrong?" Her tone immediately fills with worry and concern.
"Nothing. I swear." I lie. Knowing that lying to her was never a good idea. I never did mention how much of an idiot I am.
She sighs out of frustration. "Frank.. Turn on your camera."
"Why?"
"Because I'm telling you to. Now do it!" she commands, almost in a motherly tone.
I oblige and seconds later, I turn on the camera. Showing my puffy eyes and my slightly angered but entirely upset expression.
"You're such a damn liar." She frowns. "Please, tell me what's really wrong. I don't like seeing you like this."
I sigh, giving up on the fact that this woman knows me better than I do. "It's just my mom. Nothing completely new."
"Your mom? What has she done this time?"
As I think about it again, more angry tears started to fall.
It really wasn't a good idea to let my mom lecture me over a Skype call for an hour and a half on how I should just give up on my dreams and everything I worked so hard to achieve. Like getting into this university -with a full scholarship- to get my masters in music.
"Frank? Are you going to tell me, or am I going to have to force it out of you?" she says, pulling me out of my depressing thoughts.
I force out a chuckle and wipe off the tears in my eyes then began to tell her everything that my 'loving' mother has said to me over the past hour and a half. Along with my theory on why shes so opposed to me getting into music.
After I'm done explaining everything to her, I realize it has taken me over 30 minutes to do so.
"Frank.. I'm so sorry. I wish I was there to help." She frowns again.
"Don't worry about it. I'll be fine. I always am, aren't I?" I half lied.
For a minute, there was a couple of male voices in the background on her side of the call. They were somewhat close but I couldn't really tell how far since I was only able to see her face and the headboard of the bed against a white wall.
"I know you better than that. Please don't do anything stupid.. Like last time. You don't want to end up in jail."
I nod."I promise I wont."
The last time I've ever felt this way.. I got so angry and depressed that I ended up in a couple of fights and breaking quite a bit of expensive school property. Fortunately my mom sorted it all out and said I was just stressed from the lack of sleep due to studying so much. Which in reality was a huge load of bullshit and a complete lie. But it only got me a warning and a day off of class to 'get some sleep' so I guess I was lucky. It's funny how almost all my anger outbursts are because of her..
"I'm trusting your word.." she pauses for a moment to look at something in front of her. "Can you give me a minute?"
i silently nod.
"Okay. Leave your camera on, just in case I'm not gone for long."
I nod again, rolling my eyes and motion for her to just go.
And with that, she throws her phone on the bed and disappears.
A couple of minutes pass and I hear a door open and close. "Jamia? Is that you?" I ask, mindlessly trying to see if she'd show up. But she doesn't.
I then sigh and decide to pull out my old laptop that I have had since the middle of senior year, from under my bed. I level my phone on the right hand side, against the computer screen then log onto twitter and immediately see the new message from Gerard.
"Or maybe it just brings out the arrogance ;) and I actually don't drink. Beer pong isn't much fun when I'm the only one playing and I'm kind of a loner. Lol"
I chuckle, rereading the first half of his message. Which is surprising since I don't necessarily do so in the mood I'm currently in.
The second half though, really kind of... Makes me think.
I've never been a loner, so I don't really know what it feels like to be one. But I'm guessing it's not a good feeling. Unless he chooses to be one.. Though I don't know why people would choose to be a loner. Wouldn't not having any friends make some one abit.. Desolate?
"Oh.. Gerard." I say, kind of pitifully while wiping off some tears from my cheek.
Not a second passes when I hear a light gasp coming from my phone. I look over to my phone screen and notice the top of someones head peaking out from the left corner of the screen.
It couldnt be Jamia's since this head of hair was clearly black, not brown.
"Um.. Who's there?" I nervously ask, picking up my phone from the corner of the laptop and once again showing my face on the camera -Which was still recovering from all the crying I've done-
There was no answer but the person's head in the corner grew more into the camera. Their head got far enough so that I could see their eyes.. Hazel eyes..
Several minutes pass and without realizing it, I seemed to get lost in them. Those eyes seemed soo familiar. But I couldn't seem to pinpoint where I've seen them before.
The eyebrows looked thick and masculine, so it couldnt have been a girl.
His eyelashes were long and there were bags under his eyes. Which meant he probably doesn't get much sleep.
A door opens and closes in the distance and the person in my screen disappears.
"Hey, G-" Jamia's voice is interrupted by something covering her mouth. Followed by a whisper that I couldn't hear well enough to distinguish.
the door then opens and closes again, and Jamia returns in my screen with a smile. "I'm back."
"Who was that?" I ask.
She shrugs. "Just my boyfriend's roommate."
I curiously raise an eyebrow. "you've got a boyfriend, already?"
"Yeah.. I've been in New York longer than you think, Frankendork." She lightly chuckles.
I roll my eyes and go back to Gerard's message on twitter. "As long as he's not an asshole to you, he'll live. For now." I laugh.
She laughs too. "Don't worry, hes not like that. And I could easily take care of that myself."
I clear my throat and smile. "Jamia, I have to go. I've got some stuff that needs to get done. But thanks for the talk."
she grins. "No problem. Be careful."
I nod and we both hang up.
Focusing on gerards message, I finally clear mindedly start my reply.
"Either way, I wouldn't mind getting arrogant with you ;) Drinker or not, beer pong isn't too much fun anyway. haha. It's not my kind of game." I send the message, close my laptop and get back on my phone. The screen showed that I was still on the Skype app.
Before closing the app, I notice that I have a message from someone. Which was extremely unusual since I never get messages on Skype. I immediately click on it.
"Hey hot stuff. Maybe we can continue our conversation face to face? ;) -xoGee" Above the message was the username: Gwhiz138.
I sat there speechless for a moment.
How in the hell did he find my Skype profile?.. Wow. This guy has some seriously incredible stalking skills. The more I stared at the message, the less creepy it seemed and the more enticing it became. Maybe this was a chance to actually see this Gerard guys face..
I raised an eyebrow, smile and press the call button at the bottom of the screen.

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