Follow Me Home (Frerard)

(Frank's Pov)

It's thanksgiving morning. Six am to be exact. Nearly another week has passed since talking to Gerard.
Everyone I knew was with their families, celebrating the holiday. While I stayed here in my dorm, alone. Mom was in LA working on another stupid case that I didn't care enough to ask her about. She is really the only family I know. So I don't have anyone to celebrate this holiday with. how great is that?
I go into the bathroom and look at myself in the mirror. My hair was long. Slightly longer than ear length from neglect of a decent haircut in the past few weeks. My skin has gone some what pale since I really haven't left my dorm for anything except for practices in the performance lab or when I have to goto class. I don't do much anymore outside from practice and classwork. Pretty much sleep.
Why stay awake and be a thousand miles away from the only person I had a real connection with than be asleep and have the ability to have him right by my side?
Stop it! You're becoming too obsessive Frank!
I shake the thoughts out of my head and begin to get undressed and ready for a shower.
As soon as I finish with my much needed thirty minute shower, I dry my hair and head to my dresser for some pj bottoms. I put on some red plaid bottoms and walk to my kitchenette to make some breakfast. Which was pretty much a bowl of fruity pebbles cereal and a fig newt bar.
I was on my laptop -as I've been for the last several hours- contemplating whether or not to call my mom, though I don't think she'd like the thought of being interrupted soo late in the day. I suddenly receive a new message. Surprisingly on skype in the midst of my contemplation.
"I'm really sorry if you think I'm a creep, but I just wanted to let you know I saw the video of you playing and it was awesome. I get it if you want me to leave you alone now..."
The message alone wasn't the only thing that dazzled me. It was the person who sent it... Gerard.It had been soo long since the last time I felt my heart race. Especially like this. I reread the message alteast ten more times to make sure it wasn't just my imagination. And to my surprise, it wasn't.
The past few weeks have been hell, believing that Gerard was mad at me. And it's not like he didn't have a reason to. I had played a sick joke, called the poor beautiful boy a creep AND told him I never wanted to speak to him again. What kind of person does that to someone without warning? An asshole, that's who. Yes. me, Frank Anthony Iero, the biggest asshole on the planet.
I smiled wide as his compliment about the song I had written, replayed in my mind.
As soon as I gather my thoughts and calm myself, I mange to get myself to type out a reply.
"Gerard? OMG I thought you were pissed at me. I'm so sorry! I'm gonna call you..... If that's okay?"
A minute after the message sends, I click the video call botton at the bottom of my screen. An excited smile spreads on my lips as I'm greeted with a beautiful face of mixed emotions. I know he hasn't realized that I could see him since he hasn't already hidden from the camera view.
I'm scrambling for words as I stare into his amazing hazel eyes. "Hello beautiful." My mouth slips, mixing my thoughts with what I wanted to say. Making my heart stop and butterflies swarm in my stomach.
His eyes immediately widen then the screen goes black.
Dammit! Now he's gone into hiding. you're such an idiot Frank!
"Please don't hide.." I frown. "At least not from me."
He lets out a light sigh. "Trust me, you're better off."
There was a pause between us for a moment, then Gerard kills the silence. "Can I ask you something?"
I nod, fully knowing he can see me.
"What happened back in our first call? Did you really meant what you said?" I can hear the sadness and disappointment in his voice.
My eyebrows furrowed. "Of course not! Why would I?"
They're was another short pause. "You said you never wanted to speak to me again.."
My frown deepens. "I'm really sorry about that.. I am, truly. Didn't you read the message I sent you on Twitter? You know, before you..." I trail off. Not wanting to bring up the fact that he deactivated his account.
"No.."
I nod. I don't know why but it seems like a fitting gesture whilst staying silent. "Happy thanksgiving!" I exclaim, trying to change the subject. There was a light chuckle from his side of the call and I smile.
After that, our conversation seemed to just flow naturally. Almost as though the past few weeks never happened.
We talked about my mom. Though, I left out the details of her over achieving and controlling personality. He doesn't need to know about that. His family, especially his younger brother Mikey. By the sounds of it, he seemed like a complete goof. But a caring one at that. We made a jokes about small things like cartoons and horror movies. Without realizing it, four hours had passed. Or should I say, practically flew by. But, we still didn't want to hang up.
I adored the sound of Gerard's voice. More especially his laugh. Every time the sound would hit my ears, butterflies would swarm in my stomach. No. Fuck swarming. It felt as if there was a massive mosh pit, dead center in my stomach. And I loved every second of it. The more we talked, the less I wanted to hang up. Not that I wanted to in the first place though. What the hell is this guy doing to me?
But I'm not necessarily complaining..

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