Happy Thoughts (Frerard)

Chapter 3

Gerard's POV

 

I woke up the next morning with an excruciating headache. I rolled out of bed and zombishly walked to the coffee machine. Caffeine always helps morning migraines.

What was I to do today? I finished the next month's comic book and dropped it off at the editorial office the previous day, before slacking off at a coffee shop.

A coffee shop where I had met a very intriguing Frank Iero.

I wondered if he was doing anything that day. I wondered if he too was tracing the ring of his coffee mug, contemplating what he was going to waste the hours of the day doing. I wondered if he had been thinking of me as much as I had him.

An obnoxious ring snapped me out of my daze. It was an unknown number, but being the social butterfly I am, answered it without second thought.

"Hello! Gerard Way speaking." I gleemed, taking a sip of my poison.

"Uhh hi Gerard, it's me. Frank."

I nearly choked on my coffee.

"Oh, Frank, hi! How are you?"

"I'm uhh, alright. You?” His voice was shy.

“I’m doing great. What are you up to?”

“Uh, just listening to music in my room. I found your number and I thought I should call you.” His voice slowly became more and more comfortable. “I mean, I’d like to get to know you.”

“Yeah, same! So you like music?”

“Yeah,” he laughed. “Who doesn’t?”

“That’s true,” I smiled. “What kind of music?”

“Uhm, just old punk stuff mainly. I like metal, rock, alternative. That sort of stuff.”

“Oh that’s cool!”

We kept talking on the phone mindlessly for quite some time. Frank was such a sweet kid, definitely someone I wanted to be friends with.

“Hey so when are we going to do something?” I couldn’t help but ask.

“Whenever,” his voice was soft. “How about tomorrow? Er, I mean…if you’re not busy?”

“I would love to! I’ll call you tomorrow to figure it out, sound good?”

“Yeah, that’s good.”

“Okay,” I laughed faintly. “I’ll talk to you then. Bye!”

I was excited to do something with Frank, something about him just made me smile and feel so happy.

I cleared my coffee mess and got an early start on some sketches for the next comic.

 

The next morning I woke up late, after staying up watching horror movies all night. I smiled, remembering my conversation with Frank; he said he loves horror movies. I suddenly became very elated when I realized we had plans to go out today.

"Go out", I laughed at myself. It’s not a date.

I sat down with a cup of coffee and scrolled through my contacts, dialing the number I had saved the previous morning.

“Hello?” His shy voice made me smile.

“Hey Frank! Have you decided what you want to do today?”

"Uhhh…" he trailed. It was clear he didn’t know what to say.

"Maybe we could just go for a walk around town?" I suggested, sensing he was slightly uncomfortable.

I was good at sensing people's emotions. In fact, I picked up on them very quickly. It was a sixth sense of mine.

"Yeah, that sounds great."

"Okay, perfect! How about I meet you outside the coffee shop we met at the other day in two hours?"

"Yeah that works. I'll uh, see you then. Thanks Gerard." He hung up.

Thanks? Why had he thanked me? I probably wanted to see him more than he wanted to see me. Nevertheless, I only had two hours, which meant I had to start getting ready.

I ran my fingers through my dark, unwashed hair, and decided it was best I took a shower. I got dressed and gave in to another cup of coffee while I smoked a cigarette. I couldn't help it, I really needed it before I saw Frank.

I made sure to leave my apartment with enough time to make it to the coffee shop on schedule.

Not a single drop of rain fell, but the brisk wind still ran across my face. The city was animated and the streets were much livelier than usual.

I arrived a bit early so I went inside and got a dark roast to go. I stepped back outside and lit up a cigarette as I waited for Frank.

"H--hi," his faint voice spoke behind me.

I spun around and tossed my cigarette on the ground, grinding it into the pavement with my shoe. "Oh, hi Frank!"

"You can keep smoking," he looked down at the pulverized cigarette. "I don't min--"

"But I mind," I interrupted. "I don't want to be distracted by anything but you while we are out today." I insisted, smiling at the cute boy in front of me.

Cute boy.

Frank is more than cute. "Cute" doesn't even begin to describe him. He was perfectly imperfect, and made so by all his flaws. His mangled hair, short height, and his nervous, hazel eyes just made him beyond attractive in my opinion.

"Oh, uhh, okay then." He looked me in the eyes for a brief moment, before pulling away. I couldn't help but stealthily smile. Frank is a very cute boy.

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