Follow Me Home (Frerard)

(Frank's Pov)

"You're amazing," he says with a cute blush. "I mean... Um... The song. It was amazing. And your playing, it was..." He sighs then shrugs, as if to give up. But on what exactly? "You're amazing," He repeats.
I look down towards my lap, trying to hide my own bashful blush. "Thanks." My mind kept wondering to whether or not I should tell him who the song really was about. Not just because he deserved to know but because well.. It was meant for him. Given the fact that, at the time that I wrote it, I never imagined that he would ever hear it. So, of course I put my heart and soul into that one song. I guess maybe, I did wish that he heard it.. Because.. Well.. Shit.. Who wouldn't in my situation?
I lightly bite down on my lip before meeting Gerard's shining hazel eyes. "You know, that song... I actually wrote it for-" I begin before being interrupted by the sound of Morrissey.
As I arch an eyebrow, Gerard groans and somewhat disappears from the camera view to search for whatever was making the noise, which was most likely his phone.
As I suspected, it was his phone because our conversation is forgotten and Gerard goes silent.
I rest my head on the palm of my angled arm and watch my laptop screen, letting my mind drift off to obscene thoughts of Gerard. Even though, we just barely got to know each other, Gerard was still incredibly hot and I'm still a teenage boy... Well somewhat.
A minute or two passes when Gerard's raised voice pulls me out of my taunting thoughts. "Shut up, Michael!" He spins his chair so that his back was facing me.
I shake off my lustful thoughts as well as my near erection and try to focus on whatever Gerard was doing.
"Yes, I am. Are you happy?" He says, but I have no idea of what he's talking about.
"Gee?" I say with a smirk after quickly glancing at the time from the corner of my laptop screen. It was about two am, but I was no where near being tired. As much as I wanted to spend the rest of the night skyping with my sass queen, I have class tomorrow, and I can't afford to come late to class in the morning.
Gerard turns to face me with his phone just below his jaw, and a small grin on the corner of his lips.
"It's getting late, so I'm gonna go to bed." As soon as my words registered into mind, he immediately frowned. And to be honest, it was heart breaking. "Don't frown. You're too pretty to frown." I add.
His frown slightly fades, with a hint of amusement in his eyes. I don't know how I can tell, but I just do. "I... Um... had fun tonight. Can I call you again tomorrow?"
His expression turns surprised at my question. He just sat there for a moment, as if he was contemplating something, or at least that's what it looked like. Maybe that wasn't such a good question to ask. "Yeah. Yeah, definitely."
"Awesome." I internally took a breath of relief then smiled. "So I'll see your face tomorrow. Night, beautiful." I wink at him before hanging up and sitting on the bed.
After putting my laptop back under my bed, I lay down with my hands rested under my head. I couldn't seem to stop smiling to myself. Mostly because I just spent the last 4 and a half hours talking to the most amazing person I've ever gotten the chance to not meet. It was as if the last three weeks never happened. And thank god for it too! The memory of Gerard's face had now been engraved into my mind. His smiles and laughs replayed in my head like a movie stuck on repeat.
What is it about this Gerard that makes me so giddy or obsessive? I know it's not only because of the way he looks. That one is simply obvious, for sure. But what else? I don't really know... Only time will tell I guess.
Several minutes pass and I suddenly start to realize how sleepy I really am. though, I'm still not sleepy enough to actually fall asleep. So to pass the time, I grab my phone and go onto Twitter. The app was still on the screen where I left it last, and that was my messages.
Though, my eyes seem to light up at the sight of Gerard's name popping up on the screen again. I smile wide and press on his name. I ignore my last message to him and begin to type a new message. "So, I guess now that you're back, my knowledge of your looks will be our little secret? ;)" As soon as I pressed send I put my phone back on the night stand and force myself to fall asleep. Though, it won't be too much hassle since it's already 2:30 am.
****
It's midday and I'm sitting in the middle of calculus, which is the only class I have with Ray.
Usually I sat in the back and Ray sat somewhere in the middle of the other two hundred students in the class, but today he for some reason decided to sit right next to me. He silently nudges my shoulder and motions me to get out my phone.
I oblige and notice I have a text from him.
"Are you doing okay? How'd your thanksgiving go? Boring, I assume. "
I half grin, remembering the Skype call in had with Gerard. "it was good actually. Why do you want to know?"
"Pretty much for the last three weeks you've been either sleeping or going to class. Jenna and I are starting to get worried man. Besides, you don't really have family to spend time with so.."
I glance at Ray who was aimlessly staring at the professor that was lecturing something I couldn't care less about. Mostly because I could just ask for the notes from someone later.
"Don't worry, I'm fine. I promise. tell Jenna that too."
As soon as Ray read my reply, he looked towards me with an eyebrow raised. "tell her yourself. She wants to talk to you after class today."
I nod and put my phone back in my pocket.
****
Class ended and I made my way towards Jenna's last class. which would be a 5 minute walk to the art hall.
Just as I arrived at the classroom door, I'm bombarded with students bumping and shoving into me to get back to their dorms. It wasn't until the last of the remaining students that Jenna actually came out.
"I think I'm going to have a bruise or two. Thanks to you." I laugh.
She rolls her eyes and playfully shoves me. "You should've waited by my dorm, dork."
"Whatever. So, what is it that you wanted to talk to me about? Ray told me earlier."
"Yeah. Uh.. What's with you and being a hermit these days?"
I shrug and stay silent.
I don't think I'll be able to tell her about the past three weeks and the reason that lead to it happening. To be honest, I don't think I'll be able to tell anyone.. Except maybe Jamia. I don't know.
"Promise me you're okay?" She half smiles.
I nod and smile back at her. "I promise."
"I have to go. I've.. Uh.. got to get some homework done." I lie.
Jenna lightly pats my shoulder and hugs me. "Alright Frankie, see you later?"
"Definitely." I laugh and head back towards my dorm.
As soon as I got inside my dorm, I throw my bag on the small red couch in the corner of the room and grab my guitar from beside my nightstand along with my lyric book that was beneath it.
I flipped to the first page of the book and immediately remembered the chords I had written for this song that I had wrote in my junior year of high school. Without thinking, I grab my laptop from under my bed and turn on its camera. I then prep the guitar and begin playing the song.
"If I face my fears, will the skies be ever clear?
Probably not... Then again..
Always had my doubts close to my heart.
These frames trap all my better days.
That they stay frozen and unscathed.Though I've gotten far.
Take me back to the start.
And I've found some scars in places I have never shown. To anyone.
I don't know why I took so long to get back home.
If you could hear the dreams I had, my dear.
Yeah I know you've heard them all before.
If you had the chance to say all the things I've underlined
Yeah you'll find I'm a thief but my taste is so refined.
I traveled far
I reach for the stars
But the stars don't reach back then I'm left alone.
Everyone will tell you I never felt more at home than when I fell.
I don't know why I fought so hard to come back home.
Travel all these miles just to get back home."
I finish the song and put my guitar on the floor then face the camera once again. "For gerard" I say with a flirty wink before turning off the camera and going to YouTube to upload the video.
Despite the fact that the video was in shitty quality and I looked some what like I had just woken up, I uploaded the video. If I was going to prove to anyone that I deserved to become a musician, I have to do it with dignity.
As soon as the video finished uploading, I go onto twitter and make a new tweet. "Stage four fear of success. Old song, new meaning..." posted next to a link to the video I had just finished recording.
A couple of hours later, I'm watching The Crow on my laptop when all of a sudden, my phone decides to blow up with notifications. I grab it from beside me and look at the screen.
All the notifications were from twitter. Almost all of them were mentions, asking who this Gerard was and what he looked like. All I could do was laugh and reply to all of them with a wink.
****
It was around six pm when I decided it was time to give Gerard a call, as well as hoping he wasn't busy.
I pull up Skype on my phone and pressed the video call button beside Gerard's name. But just when the call screen appears, I get an idea.
I put my face extremely close to the camera so that only face would be seen and try to make the creepiest facial expression I could think of.
After a few rings he answers.
As soon as he laid eyes on me, he slightly jumps in his seat and I burst into laughter.
"I'm sorry, I just had to gee." I say as I tried to catch my breath.
He narrowed his eyes for a moment then smiled. "Prankster much, Fronk?"
"Fronk? Where'd you get that from?" I chuckle.
"I don't know. I just thought it sounded funny in my head."
I roll my eyes.
As time went on, I told him stories of the performances I've had and of my dumb moments, made more jokes and, played more silly harmless little pranks on Gerard which only in turn made him laugh. And I've become addicted to that sound almost immediately.
"So I told him that Gallagher was in the crowd of the bar we were playing in and when he turned around to check if it was true, I stole his beer." I laughed.
"Was he really there though?" Gerard laughs in amusement.
"Nope." We both burst into a fit of laughter.
"I don't even know if he knew I was the one stealing his beers either."
"It was only one beer. no harm done." Gerard's smile widens.
"Well..." I begin to laugh again.
His eyes widen. "You didn't!"
"Later during the show I told him that I had seen criss angel, which to be honest wasn't a lie because there was this guy who did look just like criss angel in the crowd." I get up from the bed and sit myself down on the couch in the corner of the room. "And Ray spots him and while he keeps his eye on the dude, I steal another beer from him."
"Wow."
Throughout the entire conversation I couldn't help but wonder whether or not he saw the video I had posted earlier. Asking him would only ruin the surprise of it all so I had to keep it a secret. But still, I was abit eager.
"That Ray guy must have to tolerate alot with you."
I shrug. "It's kind of a mutual thing."
"Besides, I bet your roommate is pretty obnoxious. Considering what I heard the first time I called." I add with a light chuckle.
"Oh.. He wasn't always like that. It's only since he met his current girlfriend that he's been different." He sighs. "He's a bit intrusive but other than that, he's cool."
After a moment of silence I realize something. "I cant help but notice the whole two hours of this call, you haven't once tried to hide your face." I smile wide. "Why is that?"
A small blush arises from his cheeks as he tries to hide his smile by looking down to his lap. "I don't know.."

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