The next few days were routine.
Gerard and I were learning more and more about each other and it was getting kinda fun.
Gerard's favourite band is Iron Maiden.
My favourite band is Misfits.
His favourite colour is green.
My favourite colour is black.
He does not have any pets, but would like a cat.
I do not have any pets, but I would like a dog.

There was still so much I didn't know about him, but I think that was the exciting thing.
To meet someone with similar interests to you, yet who is completely different? Fun.

The rest of the school day blurred by rather quickly, pretty much the same way as it had started.
Gerard and I boarded the bus and sat down where we had before, then retreated forward as we realized the jocks would be sat there again.

We saw Josh and his gang get on the bus and begin to stroll down the aisle.
As Josh walked past me, he whacked me round the head with his school bag and shouted derogatory insults.
Then laughed obnoxiously loudly. If I had a violent bone in my body I swear I would have
punched him. Instead I just had a spontaneous temper and a messed up head.

"You okay?" Gerard asked, giving me a sympathetic smile, not quite showing his teeth.
"Yeah, I'm cool." I said, straightening up in my seat.
"They shouldn't do that, y'know. Why don't you tell someone?"
I resisted the urge to laugh in his face.
"Because they don't do anything." I replied calmly.


I was just about to get off the bus when a voice called out and stopped me.
"Frank!"
I spun my head around to become face to face with Gerard.
"What's up?" He smiled at me.
"Do you wanna come round?" I nodded timidly, wanting to go but feeling a little worried as I'd only known him for a few days and didn't really want to meet his parents.
I was so awkward it was embarrassing.
I agreed, following him down the path.
"Where do you live?" I asked him, curiosity taking over.
"Just down here." He said, gesturing to the path near the woods. "Not too far from me then." I smiled, "I live up there." I pointed to the other side of the woods.
The woods were my favourite place, and now easy access to a nice guy. Cool.
"Awesome."

Gerard's house was weird to say in the least. It was really dark, the windows were draped with curtains and the whole place reeked of smoke and the dinner than Gerard's mom was preparing, which weirdly created a rather nice and homely aroma.

"Are you sure it's okay for me to come round?" I asked, biting my lip.
"Sure, my mom will be thrilled I'm actually socializing!"
I laughed, that was a relatable statement.
"Okay." I said, still not completely reassured.

"Hi, Gerard!" She paused, walking around the corner, halfway through tying up her blonde hair.
"Oh, who's this?"
Mrs Way smiled, all exaggerated hand movements and big smiles.
"This is Frank!" Gerard told her, a shy smile as she rushed forward to give me a hug, a weird gesture I wasn't very used to, but I tried to act like it was a completely normal thing for someone you've met for a short while's mom to do, which it wasn't, if I'm honest.
"Will you be staying for dinner? I'm making tomato soup."
"Oh, I don't know.."
I looked at her, a little bewildered by her enthusiasm, unusual for a person her age, the majority of people in their 50's weren't exactly pleased by everything, she seemed to embrace everything. Plus, she looked pretty young, but she must be quite old to have Gerard at the age he is now, so it had to be believed. She looked a lot like him in some senses; the glowing hazel green eyes, the petite nose and the slight dip in the chin, although, Gerard wore it better. Maybe because he was 16 years younger.
"I'll make you some up, growing boys need food!" She laughed and skipped off to the kitchen, I blinked.

"Shall we go to my bedroom?" Gerard asked, I blinked at him again.
"Frank?" He asked, I snapped out of my thoughts and followed him down the corridor, I could have sworn he winked.

We headed down a flight of stairs and before I knew it we were at the bottom of a pitch black staircase.
Now I was slightly scared, I was in a dark basement with a man I barely knew, who may have possibly winked at me.
"Gerard?-"
"Frank." He interrupted me, grinning. He flicked on the lights.
The basement was not so much a basement, but actually Gerard's bedroom. It was dark and dingy but strangely familiar and comforting.

"Wow, man. Your room is great!" I said, looking around the various pieces of bric-a-brak and artwork.
"Did you do that?" I asked, my eyes lingering over a painting of a vampire, blood pouring from his mouth, but his eyes were soft, gentle, and his appearance was clean and friendly looking, despite the fangs and blood. It was confusing yet captivating.
"Yep! And pretty much every other drawing in this room!" He laughed. "I dig drawing."
"Never would have guessed." I teased. Looking up at him. He chuckled.

"Should I put some music on?" He asked, walking over to his CD player. "Sure! What do you have?"
"Hmm...The Smiths?" I nodded. "Cool"
It was a little bit awkward for a while after that, the music wasn't exactly cheerful, and it wasn't something you really listened to with someone else either.
I sat on his bed twiddling my thumbs and he came and sat down next to me.
"Hey, you wanna play truth or dare?" He whispered eagerly. "Okay." I agreed enthusiastically, glad to be revealed of my uncomfortable position.

"Oh, by the way, my cousin Dan is coming round in a while though, you'll like him, he's friendly enough." Gerard informed me, giggling.
I'd have to take Gerard's word for it, but I'm always a bit worried about meeting new people.
"Frank, truth or dare?" He asked, leaning in closer to hear my reply. We now sat cross-legged on the bed facing each-other.
"Truth." I watched his face flicker with thought. "How many CD's do you have?"
I counted in my head. "Seven, my turn!"
Gerard gulped and I laughed at his hesitant face. "How many girlfriends or relationship have you had?" I asked him.
He cleared his throat. "Well, officially....none." This news shocked me, I thought everyone else would have had at least one girlfriend at this age. "Unofficially?" I asked him.
"Well, there was one, Caspian."
Guys name.

Caspian was an enchanting name, of course Gerard was in love with someone called Caspian. It was so....Gerard.
"What happened?"
"I'll tell you the story of Caspian another time."
"Aw, please?"
"Nope, it's my go now! Truth or dare?" He asked eagerly.
"Dare." I said back.
"Umm... pretend you're a cat."
"Seriously Gerard? You're obsessed with fucking cats." I laughed at him.
"Come on, it'll be amusing."
I then proceeded to crawl around the floor, making very unenthusiastic meows and muttering things like "You're so weird." under my breath.
"Your turn." I said to him.
"Truth?" he said, unsure of which was worse.
He probably got out easy this time, I had much better dares than turning into a fucking cat.
"What's your most embarrassing moment?" I asked him, deciding to go easy on him, since our friendship was so new and I didn't wanna completely invade his privacy.
I guess he'd made the same conscious decision with the whole cat thing.

He laughed awkwardly, holding the back of his neck.
"Oh god, there are many...I called this random guy in the street mom once, 'cos he had a ponytail...He turned out to be a biker dude, so I ran away."
I laughed so hard at that, I could totally imagine that. It was like a bad movie.
"Okay, you ask me now!"
I twisted my legs into a more comfortable position and looked at him.
"Do your worst. Truth."
He smirked.
"Are you sure that you're straight?"

He had not made the conscious decision to not invade my privacy after all.

Notes

Hey guys, sorry to keep you waiting so long. Stupid school, huh?
anyways, here it is, enjoy!!
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