Scarlet Tracks (Frerard)

Part One

Frank couldn't help but stare at him as he made his way over to the reception desk.

Two people were following him, probably his Mom and maybe brother?

Frank decided to go back to his game while the guy talked to the receptionist, his Mom and brother at his shoulders.

So what course was this guy on?

He had to be doing Art.

From what Frank had gathered, all the unnatural hair coloured people were doing some form of Art.

There had to be at least four people currently here with hair some whacky colour.

The Red Head moved away from the reception desk and seemed to be coming over to Frank.

Frank couldn't help but sit up a little as he tried to discreetly watch him.

He knew he was still being obvious but whatever.

What was wrong with looking at attractive people?

The Red Head stopped at a table next to Frank's.

His Mom was talking animately about the course and making sure he had all of his paperwork.

Frank smirked as the guy turned to his Mom and assumed brother.

"Mom! Just... You can go now."

She smiled warmly at him.

"I just worry about you, Geebear," His Mom ruffled his hair slightly.

He quickly moved out of her reach.

He then glared at his brother who was giggling profusely behind his hand.

"Fuck off, Mikes!"

"Language," Their Mom rolled her eyes, "Okay, Honey, we'll go. Call me when you need picking up."

Red Head looked instantly relieved.

"Okay, bye."

He sat down at the table before his Mom could embarrass him any more with a kiss or something.

She left with Red Head's brother a minute later so he was sat on his own.

Frank was so tempted to sit down across from him and say some cheesy pickup line.

He decided against that.

It wasn't like this guy would be interested in him.

He was a hot red head with a good taste in music.

Frank tried not to look at him for the remainder of the afternoon but failed a lot.

When Red Head was taken away with the rest of one of the Art courses, Frank was slightly annoyed that he hadn't talked to him.

He probably wouldn't see this guy again now.

Although, they were going to the same college so it was likely they'd cross paths again.

The Art College wasn't as big as the other one.

Frank made himself promise to talk to him if he saw him again but he probably wouldn't.

Frank liked to think he was confident but when it came to guys, but he really wasn't.

It was starting the conversation he had trouble with.

Especially if the guy was hot.

And Red Head definitely was.

He needed to work on that.