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Remember the day we first met?
Last time...
Frank found himself relaxing more and more, the nice cream coloured wall supporting him and cradling him. The unknown voice enveloped him and seemed to flood him, pulling him away from reality and into a rough sea, which was endless and dark. The waves hit him roughly and pulled him from side to side while he slept; Frank dozed off to the sound df rushing water and the the sound of a light summer's breeze.
Frank was woken up by the soft voice. "Hey.." he said, bending down next to the small teenager. "Are you alright?"
He took in the appearance of the small boy's body slumped against the wall and furrowed his brow in pity, trying to see under the long shaggy hair. The boy was skinny, although mostly covered in oversized hoodie and jeans, and curled up in a position in which it was difficult to see his features. His bag, lying next to him, was messily covered in band patches which were peeling off the cloth. His converse were also tattered and the laces were untied and covered in mud.
The boy didn't seem to say anything.
"How long have you been here?" he asked, trying to make his voice soft and calming.
"Umm, probably not long. I'm fine," Frank muttered, looking down at the floor. The older man breathed out slowly.
"Well, it's nice to meet you."
Still no reply.. The older man lowered himself onto the floor so he could get a better view of the boy; time seemed to stop when he saw his large brown eyes. They weren't looking straight at him, but Gerard could still see those large shining orbs, covered with soft feathery eyelashes, which seemed to hide them from the outside world. The colour of his eyes was ambiguous, but was like honey mixed with chocolate or wood - beautiful.
"I'm Gerard Way."
The name floated through the air like snow.
It was then that Frank finally decided to look up and meet the eyes of the mysterious man who had been watching him so intently.
“Hrrrrrgg…” Frank made an indistinguishable sound and immediately regretted it, covering his mouth. The man, who was quite attractive, had round hazel eyes, plump white cheeks, and a curved mouth. His skin was so smooth it was like pure alabaster - he was like a ghost. His hair, messy and unwashed, was now hanging in front of his face, almost touching Frank’s as it was so long, and black as the night sky. The man observed Frank silently, examining his features and taking them in.
Frank looked away;
“I’m Frank,” he muttered.
“Who the heck are you?”
“Oh, I’m new,” Gerard said carefully. “Don’t worry about who I am, it doesn’t matter, does it?”
Mysterious much..
Okay then, Frank thought, scowling. Who is this dude? Is he here to take me away? Is he an agent or something? Why won't he tell me who he is? Frank was sceptical of trusting the man, especially because the way he was looking at Frank was really strange. What did he want?
“Why were you in that room?” Frank blurted out without thinking. Shit, he’s gonna think I’m weird now. (Well, he probably already thinks I'm weird cause I'm having a mental breakdown on the floor, but still.) “You know, the one you’re sitting next to..” the boy reiterated uncertainly.
“Ah,” sighed Gerard.
“Well, you see, that room, is mine now,” he stated confidently, pride showing in his expression. Shit, he looked so fucking happy about it. Frank looked down, frowning and fumbling with his fingers. This was his room, his refuge, his special corner. He couldn’t share it with this random man! He had cried here all this time! He had been here every week for five years! He had breathed in the shitty smell of the dust for all this time. And now this guy came barging in and changed his stupid room to however he liked it.
I guess it could be worse,
at least he's not ugly.
“I see,” he said simply, thinking what to say and settling for the calm action.
“I guess we’ll just have to.. share, then.”
That couldn’t be so bad, right? Maybe he wouldn't see him again. Maybe he would just go away and not talk to him again. Right?
To Frank's surprise, the older guy gave Frank a huge smile, his eyes lighting up with happiness.
Okay then, Frank thought again. Why the hell is he so happy? He gets to share with a shitty emo loser.
Frank raised his eyebrows and attempted to smile back, earning another grin from Gerard.
The fuck?
After a few seconds Gerard opened his mouth to say something, Frank sensed it was something important.
“Look, you have to go back to your lesson, Frank. I’m sorry.” he said.
Frank shut his eyes and shook his head violently. No, he couldn’t go back to that stupid place..
“I don’t wanna..” he tried to convince him, causing Gerard to sigh and furrow his eyebrows. “Frank, please? You really have to.. I’ll get in trouble,” he tried.
“No!”
That evoked another sigh from the man. “I thought so.”
Frank curled his knees up to his chest, trying to make the man stop speaking.
The two men (or one man and one boy) sat in silence, the older one anxiously thinking of what to say next, and the younger boy waiting for him to leave. Frank hadn't really talked to many people before, and Gerard seemed quite strange already. First he appeared out of nowhere, then he started asking questions, and now he was smiling at him weirdly?
Frank remembered in primary school he never had any friends; he usually walked around by himself.
Because it was more fun - he got to think in his own brain, he got to feel the ground underneath his feet and see the nature outside. People were annoying and never did what Frank wanted; Frank's brain was fun and thought up whatever he wanted it to. People had stupid emotions.
“Look, do you want to.. come into my room?” Gerard proposed nervously, hoping Frank would agree.
Frank looked up from his daydream. “Why should I do that?” Frank shot back, rolling his eyes. The other man looked really hurt for a second, and Frank slightly regretted what he said. Feelings are stupid. “You won’t have to go to your lesson.. and it’s quiet, and stuff..” he mumbled. “Let’s go?”
“…Okay, whatever,” said Frank, and stood up, grabbing his bag from the mouldy corner.
For some reason the man seemed to falter for a bit, but soon got up too and opened the door of Room 22 for Frank, leading him in.
Gerard pushed Frank’s back gently, and then entered himself.
He hadn’t seen his face yet, but when he sat at his desk, Gerard wore the biggest grin Frank had ever seen.
Why the fuck does he like me so much?
Frank found himself relaxing more and more, the nice cream coloured wall supporting him and cradling him. The unknown voice enveloped him and seemed to flood him, pulling him away from reality and into a rough sea, which was endless and dark. The waves hit him roughly and pulled him from side to side while he slept; Frank dozed off to the sound df rushing water and the the sound of a light summer's breeze.
Frank was woken up by the soft voice. "Hey.." he said, bending down next to the small teenager. "Are you alright?"
He took in the appearance of the small boy's body slumped against the wall and furrowed his brow in pity, trying to see under the long shaggy hair. The boy was skinny, although mostly covered in oversized hoodie and jeans, and curled up in a position in which it was difficult to see his features. His bag, lying next to him, was messily covered in band patches which were peeling off the cloth. His converse were also tattered and the laces were untied and covered in mud.
The boy didn't seem to say anything.
"How long have you been here?" he asked, trying to make his voice soft and calming.
"Umm, probably not long. I'm fine," Frank muttered, looking down at the floor. The older man breathed out slowly.
"Well, it's nice to meet you."
Still no reply.. The older man lowered himself onto the floor so he could get a better view of the boy; time seemed to stop when he saw his large brown eyes. They weren't looking straight at him, but Gerard could still see those large shining orbs, covered with soft feathery eyelashes, which seemed to hide them from the outside world. The colour of his eyes was ambiguous, but was like honey mixed with chocolate or wood - beautiful.
"I'm Gerard Way."
The name floated through the air like snow.
It was then that Frank finally decided to look up and meet the eyes of the mysterious man who had been watching him so intently.
“Hrrrrrgg…” Frank made an indistinguishable sound and immediately regretted it, covering his mouth. The man, who was quite attractive, had round hazel eyes, plump white cheeks, and a curved mouth. His skin was so smooth it was like pure alabaster - he was like a ghost. His hair, messy and unwashed, was now hanging in front of his face, almost touching Frank’s as it was so long, and black as the night sky. The man observed Frank silently, examining his features and taking them in.
Frank looked away;
“I’m Frank,” he muttered.
“Who the heck are you?”
“Oh, I’m new,” Gerard said carefully. “Don’t worry about who I am, it doesn’t matter, does it?”
Mysterious much..
Okay then, Frank thought, scowling. Who is this dude? Is he here to take me away? Is he an agent or something? Why won't he tell me who he is? Frank was sceptical of trusting the man, especially because the way he was looking at Frank was really strange. What did he want?
“Why were you in that room?” Frank blurted out without thinking. Shit, he’s gonna think I’m weird now. (Well, he probably already thinks I'm weird cause I'm having a mental breakdown on the floor, but still.) “You know, the one you’re sitting next to..” the boy reiterated uncertainly.
“Ah,” sighed Gerard.
“Well, you see, that room, is mine now,” he stated confidently, pride showing in his expression. Shit, he looked so fucking happy about it. Frank looked down, frowning and fumbling with his fingers. This was his room, his refuge, his special corner. He couldn’t share it with this random man! He had cried here all this time! He had been here every week for five years! He had breathed in the shitty smell of the dust for all this time. And now this guy came barging in and changed his stupid room to however he liked it.
I guess it could be worse,
at least he's not ugly.
“I see,” he said simply, thinking what to say and settling for the calm action.
“I guess we’ll just have to.. share, then.”
That couldn’t be so bad, right? Maybe he wouldn't see him again. Maybe he would just go away and not talk to him again. Right?
To Frank's surprise, the older guy gave Frank a huge smile, his eyes lighting up with happiness.
Okay then, Frank thought again. Why the hell is he so happy? He gets to share with a shitty emo loser.
Frank raised his eyebrows and attempted to smile back, earning another grin from Gerard.
The fuck?
After a few seconds Gerard opened his mouth to say something, Frank sensed it was something important.
“Look, you have to go back to your lesson, Frank. I’m sorry.” he said.
Frank shut his eyes and shook his head violently. No, he couldn’t go back to that stupid place..
“I don’t wanna..” he tried to convince him, causing Gerard to sigh and furrow his eyebrows. “Frank, please? You really have to.. I’ll get in trouble,” he tried.
“No!”
That evoked another sigh from the man. “I thought so.”
Frank curled his knees up to his chest, trying to make the man stop speaking.
The two men (or one man and one boy) sat in silence, the older one anxiously thinking of what to say next, and the younger boy waiting for him to leave. Frank hadn't really talked to many people before, and Gerard seemed quite strange already. First he appeared out of nowhere, then he started asking questions, and now he was smiling at him weirdly?
Frank remembered in primary school he never had any friends; he usually walked around by himself.
Because it was more fun - he got to think in his own brain, he got to feel the ground underneath his feet and see the nature outside. People were annoying and never did what Frank wanted; Frank's brain was fun and thought up whatever he wanted it to. People had stupid emotions.
“Look, do you want to.. come into my room?” Gerard proposed nervously, hoping Frank would agree.
Frank looked up from his daydream. “Why should I do that?” Frank shot back, rolling his eyes. The other man looked really hurt for a second, and Frank slightly regretted what he said. Feelings are stupid. “You won’t have to go to your lesson.. and it’s quiet, and stuff..” he mumbled. “Let’s go?”
“…Okay, whatever,” said Frank, and stood up, grabbing his bag from the mouldy corner.
For some reason the man seemed to falter for a bit, but soon got up too and opened the door of Room 22 for Frank, leading him in.
Gerard pushed Frank’s back gently, and then entered himself.
He hadn’t seen his face yet, but when he sat at his desk, Gerard wore the biggest grin Frank had ever seen.
Why the fuck does he like me so much?
Notes
Hello, here's another chapter, again I'm sorry for the badness. Next time will be Gerard's POV and his feeeelinggs about Frank! ^_^
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Thank youuu :)
9/3/16