Run Aways

Counting down the hours, minutes, and now seconds won't help time go faster...

I've told myself the same thing every time he came late to our little "get-togethers" I don't know what I would even call these anymore... All I know is that Gerard Arthur Way (who has made it clear several times that we're "Not dating nor are we in love; we just have confusing feelings for each other that we will never talk about again") is my alcoholic, 29 year old, drug addict, friend

Friend friend friend... He's just a friend! God damnit Frank why won't you just understand that, Gerard Arthur Way is just your friend

Suddenly I felt hot tears run down my cheeks and I started to breathe in sharply. Well.... I guess these are one of those times I'm lucky he's late. I pulled the shelves of my dark navy blue hoodie over my hands to wipe my eyes and swung my hood over my head to hide my face slightly and to calm down before he got here.

"Aye yo Frankie!" I rolled my eyes at the fake New York accident rolling off the tongue of the one and fucking only, Gerard Way

"That's so bad you prick" I chucked slightly and scooted over for him to sit next to me

"So how are you Frankie?"

"I'm fine... Hey, Gee can I talk to-"

"Hey, I hope it's okay if I brought Patrick! His boyfriends my dealer" I nodded and faked a smile as his friend "Patrick" slowly climbed up the latter to the roof of the little cabin and sat extremely close to Gee, he's practically sitting on him...

"Yeah.... I've meet Pete before"

"Good" Gerard curtly said and smiled at me like a bitchy teenage girl. I can't blame him though, no one chooses to be Bipolar. I broke my gaze away from the back of Gerard's head (that he's had turned away from me ever since him and Patrick started to talk about Pete, weed, bands etc)

"So what's yours Frankie boi?" Gee turn his gaze back to mine and I couldn't help but stare at his neon firey red hair that fell onto parts of his face perfectly, his memorizing hazel eyes, his thin pink soft lips that made me fight the urge to kiss him everytime he bites them

"Um... W-What?..." Patrick rolled his eyes and smiled warmly at me, answering for Gee

"He means a song that describes you etc, heh" Patt pulled his blood red cardigan over his hands and cocked his head to the side waiting for my answer

"Mines, Addict With A Pen"- Gee groaned and rolled his eyes

"That's such a depressing song! Literally the most emo teenager I ever met"-

"Mines, Kitchen Sink" I cut him off and smiled like a bitch through I was just joking Gerard yelled his groan then threw himself back so he was laying down while me and Patrick giggled like amused little kids

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