Lover Boy

Of course I had the hardest time focusing on any paper I had to complete after my encounter with Frank. Sitting here in the library, my mind was freezing up when the tip of my pen touched the paper. Maybe it was because the surrounding area was just too quiet, or maybe it was because I couldn't stop picturing Frank's lips curving into a small smile when he spoke to me. Either way, I needed to take my mind somewhere else; anywhere but here.

I reach over into my backpack, sitting in the seat next to me at the empty table. I felt a longing for Frank to be sitting next me, talking to me about his music or reading me his lyrics and asking for advice. I grab my poetry book out of my bag and open up to a clean page. Is this cliché? That's the first thought that crosses my mind, of course look at me, the dark brooding type would be the one to write sappy love poems about the boy he's helplessly in love with. I put my pen down next to my book and lean back in my chair, almost falling over when I feel the familiar buzz of my cellphone going off in my back pocket. I reach into my pants and grip my phone, tapping the screen to check my messages.

Hey, this is Frankie (:

I chokeon my own saliva as I read the message. Would I seem to desperate to respond right away? Possibly, so I place my phone on the opposite side of my poetry book and decide to wait a few minutes.

Shit, did I text the right number? This is Gerard right?

I lift my shaking hands to my phone and pick it up as though I was handling delicate glass.

Yes, this is Gerard. Sorry I was doing my paper.

I drop my phone in my lap, he probably thinks I'm a loser who can't even handle a conversation through text. I pick my phone up once again and create a contact for Frank's number, as another text comes in.

Frank: Cool dude, so you know that old rock café behind the park on Woodland Road?

Yeah I know the place.

Frank: Sweet, so that's where we're meeting up for the little concert. Come by around 5 so we can meet up before hand, cool?

My hands are sweating so badly I fear I will drop my phone on the ground but I reply with a quick 'ok' and exhale a long breath that I hadn't even noticed I was holding hostage in my lungs.

Frank: See you then Gee (;

My face flushes up as my screen flashing the message. There was no way that I was going to be able to get any work done tonight. I check the time on my phone before shoving it back into my pocket. It's 3:30 as of right now, I could continue sitting in the library all alone and love struck, or I could get ready to meet Frank at 5. I choose the second option, after all, I need to look good for him. Would this count as a date?

Notes

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