Follow Me Home (Frerard)

(Frank's Pov)

I got back to my dorm room while it was still quite early.
So right before throwing myself on my bed, I grab my electric guitar and begin playing a rhythm from Romeo and Rebecca by blink-182.
I closed my eyes, still playing the guitar and slowly sink into the melody of the song.
The image of being on stage, in the middle of a large crowd filled my mind. It was a dream like no other.
Seeing the hundreds of fans cheering and screaming for another encore. Smiling and playing my guitar, adrenaline racing through every vein in my body as I start my solo.
I smiled at the fantasy that played in my head. Keeping the doubt of it in the very far back of my mind. Because for me, doubt was the only thing keeping me from following my dreams. Aside from my mother, of course. But, nonetheless it was doubt that I had to avoid the most.
My eyes shot open at the sound of my door suddenly slam open and closed.
I sat up, noticing Ray leaning against one of the walls that my bed was against.
"If it werent for the guitar, I would've thought you were jerking it." He laughs.
I roll my eyes. "What did you want?"
"Nothing man, just wanted to chill." He chuckles.
"Okay.." I place my guitar gently back on the floor.
"So, how's your situation with Jamia going?" He asks while going to sit on the lounge chair in the corner of the room then pulling out his phone.
I shrug. "I haven't seen her at all since our argument last month." I chuckle. "She's finally given me the silent treatment."
"Tell me again, why you broke up with her?"He laughs. "Or was it the other way around? I don't remember."
I ran a hand through my short black hair and smile awkwardly. "I just wasn't feeling anything with her.. I mean, yeah, I loved her. But not romantically. I told her that and we just kind of loudly agreed to just leave it at being friends."
Ray nods. "Any chance you're gonna find someone else?"
"I know some girls.. or guys. If you want, that I can hook you up with." Ray smiles.
I sigh and pull my phone out from my pocket.
I was never one for blind dates. Especially when I knew that most of Ray's friends were drunken morons, wasting their parent's money, to drink the night away. Of course, I liked to party but not enough to make it a hobby. Most of the friends he had, already knew me anyways. Especially most of the girls, thanks to Jamia. They all knew my tendencies to usually glance at the occasional cutie walking by, didn't matter whether or not it was a girl or boy. I wasn't picky, to say the least. And they all knew that if I had no connection with the person I was with, I'd break up with them as soon as I realized it. There was no point in hooking up with any of Ray's friends anyways.
"Nah, I'd rather just focus on getting my degree and getting out of this place. Dating someone will just take away from my practice time."
"You sure? Cus I know this gu-"
"I'm pretty sure Ray." I laugh, interrupting him.
"Fine. But your internet history can't stay cleared forever."
I feel a slight rush of blood to my face, as i looked towards him. "How the hell do you know what i do with my internet history?"
"That one time I wanted a link to that Umbrella comic you showed me, so I could re-read it. And I couldn't find it in your history. Since it was cleared." He playfully winked.
"You need to stay out of my shit." I tried saying in my most serious tone, but it was obvious I was embarrassed.
"And you need to get yourself laid." Ray laughs.
The room fell silent as I checked my recent notifications on my phone.
They were mostly game requests, a calendar reminder to reserve a spot in the performance lab this Friday, a text from Pete and Twitter saying I had a private message from @Gerardway.
Without thinking, I clicked on the Twitter app and went to my messages.
I then clicked on the newest message and read it.
from @Gerardway:
"Listen up you little turd. Drop the sarcasm or next time it will be my fist making your face hit the keyboard."
My eyes widen at the sudden anger in the message, but I decide to reply anyway.
"Dude chill! I was only joking... I didn't know you had anger issues.."
The moment I pressed send, I reread the message and thought that it looked abit wimpy so I decided i'd leave another message.
"Plus i'd TOTALLY like to see you try! ;)"
After sending the messages, I go to see what Pete had to say.
"HELP! I've shaved his sideburns in his sleep and now I'm stuck hiding in my closet!" As soon as I finished reading his text, I let out a large fit of laughter, causing Ray to stare at me like an idiot.
I go over to him and show him the text. He too joins my laughter fit. "Call that idiot."
Once I was able to control myself, I pressed the call button beside Pete's name.
"You dumb ass, you know you shouldn't shave your boyfriend's sideburns without immediate back up." I giggled.
"He underestimated me. You know what happens when you underestimate me." he whispers. "Plus, he looks soo much better without them."
Ray rolled his eyes. "You're on your own dude."
"You got yourself into this, you can get yourself out of it.. Probably." We both laughed.
"Fine. But both of you are assholes."
"Tell that to the guy without sideburns." I said before hanging up.
Fully satisfied with my empty notifications, I get up from my bed and grab my guitar with one hand and Ray's arm on the other then pull him along with me outside of my dorm.
"Where are we going?" He asks.
"Performance lab. I want to practice some new melodies."
"Okay then." He starts following my lead and I let go of his arm.

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