11:02pm
The bell rings as I open the door shyly, heading straight down to the isle with the biscuits in. Eh, any'll do, I grab a small pack of Oreos and make my way to the counter, putting them down carefully then brushing the hair out of my eyes.
"Is that everything for today, sir?" Frank says in his soft croaky voice, a small smile dancing on his pink lips.
"Uh.. I'll take these as well actually.." I say snatching some m&m's off the racks beside me, whilst still keeping my eyes glued to the counter infront of me. I admit I was uncomfortable but being near Frank was enough to make my day feel brighter, even if he did think I was an utter wierdo, which he probably does.
"Alright, here you go, Gerard." Frank says handing the back over to me slightly brushing my hand in the process, I wince and take the bag off him quickly, still staring at that damn counter.
"Thanks." I manage to mumble out.
"No prob, see ya later!" Frank smiles cheerily. I'm not sure if he genuinely wants to see me later or if this is just his job.. Yep, it's just his job.
I walk out, head down still full with those tingly butterflies he gave me, just from being infront of me.. Heck, if this is how I feel with him just being infront of me, imagine how it'd feel kissing him.. Oh jeez, I shudder warmly at the thought and smile to myself, biting my lower lip. I wish I had the balls to ask him out, but I don't even have the balls to admit I'm gay, to be honest.
the rain beats the back of my black jacket and sweeps the hair into my eyes, I swipe my forehead to remove the hair so that I can see and then hurriedly make my way back to my toasty appartment where I can dream about Frank.

I don't remember exactly when we got onto the first name basis. Probably about a month ago now, when the crush was still newly developing. I'd come in for a quick sandwich on my lunch break from illustrating comics, and he was there, as usual. We both kinda noticed that this was becoming a routine and I guess that's when we got talking.
We talked about how long I'd lived in the village for, how long he has, you know the usual small talk as he scanned my sandwich. After I paid that's when he said, "Hey I'm Frank by the way." And then I said...
"Gerard."
Then there was this mutual small smile and eye contact before I left the store once again, to of course return the next day.

I begin to reach the steps heading to my apartment, and make my way up them to my place.
Unlocking the door then closing it behind me, locking it then taking off my sodden jacket and the rest of my clothes. I place my newly purchased snacks onto the coffee table infront of the couch then walk over for a well earned hot shower.
As I'm in the shower I can't help but think about Frank and his colourful tattoos, his scruffy raven hair and musculine arms. I bite my lip, embarrassingly turned on by the image of him in my mind.
I just can't help but touch it, moaning Franks name a few times in the process and when I'm done, I get out of the shower and climb into my warm bed and well, I touch it again.
Hahaha fuck you Frank for being so damn hot.
Hey, maybe one day... He can touch it.
I close my eyes, feeling sleepy and allow myself to drift off into a peaceful, dreamy sleep.

8:08am
I wake up, smacking my lips and stretching after a deep sleep. Letting out a few groans and sighs as I do so. I'm working on some illustrations today for a comic. I need to make a few finishing touches to make this perfect, but I obviously cannot start that without my morning coffee. I get out of bed, realising that I am still naked and pull on my blue fluffy dressing gown and slippers then head over to my coffee machine and make a nice cuppa.
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The pen dances across the paper as I carefully draw and sketch my designs passionately. I love my job. It's my dream job and it couldn't make me happier doing it for the rest of my life. I love it, I live for it. I was born to do it. A lot of people don't really get this.
I'd always been that wierd creative wierdo at school, that no one really likes. I'd sit in the corner of class and doodle in the back of my rough book. Hm, who knew all of those years of torment would turn into something good some day?
My experience with highschool-not the best.
I was bullied... a lot.
And in some ways I blame that on my introverted lifestyle and my anxiety.
Of course I was shy before but you know a lot of kids just grow out of that, but I didn't in fact I got worse. Because of them.

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