The Taste Of Chaos

The first time I saw Gerard Way, that pale boy with an amazing hair and hypnotizing eyes, was in the year 1939, 4 month before the war. We met in the strangest way possible, in the toilet of the music hall.
I opened the door of a cubicle that I taught wasn’t occupied, but to my surprise, there was this boy that if I had saw in another situation it would have caught my eyes.
“Crist sorry” I mumbled while the boy stand up putting his pants in his place. I wasn’t looking but I didn’t close the door and walked away either, sometimes I wonder what would had happened if I had run away leaving him there.
“Oh, emmm, ah, I- I- am Gerard” he said with his face like a tomato. It was an odd situation, I mean, like I just opened the door of his cubicle and he just said what his name was? Yeah, that was pretty odd. And what did I do? Instead of running the shit out of there leaving the poor Gerard with his red face standing there I said “hey, eh, I’m, umh, really sorry”. My eyes met his, I could contemplate that beautiful pair of hazel eyes, his populated eyelashes and his whole perfect face.
“And my name is Iero, Frank Iero” for some strange reason we both smile, we just stood there for a while before I turned around for leave the toilet, my urge to pee had already gone, but he catch my arm and then hold my hand and raise it to his lips and with a flirty smile said “well Mr. Iero, so nice to meet you in this beautiful evening in this amazing toilet room” and kiss my hand in a soft way.
Look, I’m not gay or anything but fucking hell that made me shiver more than anything. My face must have been so red cos he just laugh at it. His lips still near my hand but his eyes looking at me, I couldn’t see much of his face because of mi hand, so I just let my eyes fall throw his body, he had long legs, he was a lot taller than me, he looked pretty damn good.
“So Frankie, what is a pretty boy like yourself pocking into other man’s stalls?” he said with a flirtatious tone in his voice. “I- I- sorry, I didn’t mean to...” I looked down and he let go of off my hand and push me to one of the walls of that stall and then turn around and lave the toilet saying “see you around Iero”
I spend the whole night with my girlfriend Jamia, but my mind just kept analyzing every part of that strange encounter with Gerard. I still thought I wasn’t gay, I mean is not like I kissed him or something, I just thought he’s pretty.
That night ended with me and Jamia having sex in my flat, and I was still thinking about what happened, it wasn’t a big deal, I don’t know why I was paying so much attention to it, it’s not like I was going to see him again right?
Well yeah I was pretty wrong I am gay and I was going to see him again.

Notes

So, this is my first story, its a really short chapter, hope you like it <3