Shadows You Left Behind.

"Are you sure that you're straight?"
How was that a fair question? I looked up at him, his smirk was still visible but his eyes were understanding. I told him what my brain had been telling me. "I'm not sure of anything." My motto had always been that until something happens, you never know if it's impossible or not.
"And why's that?" Gerard asked me. Man, he liked asking questions.
"Well, are you sure of everything?"
He pondered this thought. "No, but I am sure of the things I need to be sure of."
He had a point, I guess his brain was just more organised than mine.
"Anyway! It's my turn to ask you a question now." I exclaimed, trying to changing the mood of the conversation, I didn't want him to think I was interested in him, or something. He raised an eyebrow as if to say 'go on.' "Truth." He stated.
"Anyone caught your eye since you've been here?"
He smiled, "Yes."
"Who?" I asked him, excited for gossip. "You already asked one question, you're not allowed anymore!" He grinned, standing up.
"Come on, let's play video games!"
I didn't object, video games were good.


The door opened and a thunder of feet came down the stairs. It sounded like a riot squad. "Geerrraarrd!" Shouted a boy, he was lanky and overly tall. A clear, English accent apparent, with brown floppy hair and big brown eyes.
"Oh, who's this?" He joked, grinning at me and Gerard, a twinkle in his eye.
"This is my friend, Frank."
"Sure it is." He flopped himself down on the brown leather couch, lounging himself over two whole seats of it, grabbing the packet of potato chips he'd obviously 'borrowed' from the kitchen upstairs.
"I'm level two hundred on this!" He grabbed the controller off Gerard.
"Wow." Gerard said. "You've been here two minutes, I've said practically nothing and you've already eaten my food, stolen the sofa, and beat my high score? No fair man." Gerard laughed, a piece of hair falling into his face as he spoke, he brushed it back behind his ears.
"That's how I roll!" The boy laughed.
"This is Dan by the way, Frank. My cousin, he's 14."
"14 and a half!" Dan corrected, I giggled.
"Hi, Dan. Nice to meet you."
Dan smiled, "Hey Gerard, this ones got some manners, he's a keeper!"
Gerard punched his arm jokingly.
"Nah, I'm kidding. Nice to meet you too." He said, before proceeding to steal yet another potato chip.
"Dinners gonna be ready soon, wanna go upstairs, Frank?"
"Sure." I nodded, grabbing my bag off of the floor.


We sat around the table, with me shyly making chitchat, Gerard blushing like fuck, Dan coming out with cheesy innuendos, and Gerard's mom, completely oblivious to it all.

"So when did you move from Jersey, Frank?" His mom said, smiling at me.
"Well, I was halfway into the second year, so... Just over three years ago."
"Do you like it here?" She asked, still having a smile present across her cheeks.
"It's okay, the school is better than my school in Jersey."
"Why's that?"
"The people aren't as bad here, I guess. And my room is bigger here."
Gerard's mom nodded and grinned. "Yeah. I'm glad Gerard's found a friend, he was such a loner in Jersey."
"Mom!" Gerard exclaimed, blushing and shooting her an embarrassed glare.
"Well you were!" He still looked just as embarrassed.
"If it makes you feel any better, I was too." I smiled timidly across the table at him.
I'm pretty sure Dan make a puking noise, but I could be wrong.

I tore off some bread and dipped it into the soup, pretending that this was highly interesting and required my deep concentration, when in fact, I was just trying to avoid eye contact.
After we finished eating, Gerard's mom tried to give me some desert, but I told her that I really had to go, I hadn't told my parents where I was going and I didn't really want to explain where I was, just in case my dad sussed out who I'd met.
Walking home I had noticed some strange looking women, one was in a bright pink tracksuit and jogging like a chicken, and the other was wearing a summer dress. In winter.
They were talking about the price of pizza.
England is a weird place.


I opened the front door quietly, hoping that my parents weren't back, but they were.
"Hey Frank. Where were you?" My dad asked.
"I was just..at a friends" he didn't sense my hesitation, yet he still asked which friend.
"He's called Gerard." I really hoped that if my Dad's workmate had been Gerard's dad, that he hadn't said his name. "I haven't heard you mention him before, is he new?"
"No, he's been here a while, we didn't speak much before though." I lied.
He nodded before returning to read his paper, I gladly received the lack of attention to myself and heading upstairs.
I switched on the computer and logged in, starting up Youtube. The internet was off, ugh.
I put on my iPod and drifted off to sleep, it was getting dark outside so it made me seem tired earlier, I guess.

Notes

Hope you enjoy! I've been planning out the entire story with my best friend Amy, it's now the matter of motivation, but the updates should be much quicker! :D
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