The Sharpest Lives.

Chapter 10: Pretty Little Girl (Frank's POV)

There are some moments in your life that will change everything. You don’t realize about it, but from that exact minute, everything will be different, and it’s scary. It’s fucking terrifying because you have no control over what happens whatsoever. You can just hope for the best, and for the universe to be kind and make everything alright.

As I guided Gerard to my bathroom in order to clean his face, it was like jumping off a cliff. You don’t know what the hell is awaiting for you at the bottom, it could be a safety net or it could be a million knives. And if it’s a million knives and you haven’t enjoyed the free fall, then you’re wasting your life.

So I decided to enjoy every moment I got to spend with Gerard, and back then it was cleaning the blood off his beautiful pale face, and so I did.

I focused on his features, trying to remember them forever. The way his red hair framed his face and contrasted with his ghostly complexion. How his forehead wrinkled every time his expression changed. His pointy nose and how he scrunched it. His slimy, wide lips and how I wanted to kiss them. His eyes… his beautiful, amazing hazel eyes.

‘’Frank… are you okay?’’

‘’Huh?’’

‘’You’ve been staring at me for five minutes. It’s starting to get kind of awkward, baby. I know I’m like a masterpiece, but you don’t have to do that’’

He winked at me, and I hit him on the arm playfully while blushing like a bitch. Gerard, even though I didn’t know him for long, had that effect on me.

There’s a funny thing about how you seem to connect with strangers. It may be while you’re on the bus and you hear through someone’s earphones your favorite song blasting, and you see them head-banging to it and you just know they’re cool people. You wish you could be friends with them. You know nothing about them, except for the fact that they enjoy the same song you do, and still you feel linked to them in some kind of way.

I had only known Gerard for two weeks, and we had been talking for one. But Gerard was that kind of person, you just felt right when you were next to him. You knew you wanted him in your life, maybe it was because of the way he always seemed to have an answer for everything, or the stupidly hot way he smoked or maybe his fucking hands and how he turned everything he touched into something sexual.

I just knew that I wanted to be with him, and I convinced myself that it didn’t matter to me if we were just friends.

‘’So… what do you want to do?’’

‘’I want to see your room’’

‘’Whoa there’’

‘’What? You’ve seen mine, it’s only fair that I see yours’’

‘’Are we still talking about rooms, Gee?’’

‘’Not at all, but still I want to see your room’’

I rolled my eyes and grabbed his hand. He entered my room and I sat on the bed, letting him glance around and be nosey. He looked at my CDs, then my books and comics. Finally, he went over to my desk, and as he was about to open one of the drawers, I stopped him.

‘’That… is for another moment’’

He raised that rebel eyebrow of his and sat on the bed, right next to me.

‘’You don’t have any DVDs?’’

‘’Oh, honey…’’

I pulled a box from under my bed and showed him. It was full of films, some were the obvious ones like Batman and Tim Burton movies, while others were really weird ones like Delicatessen and Meatball Machine.