Escalators {Frerard}[COMPLETED]

➳scintilla

This has taken me a week to write. I ended up cutting it short as well. I'm really sorry I'm just so lacking in motivation and my brain hurts and I'm on the brink of something else, no idea what it is, but I've been putting this off for like four days.

So yeah, I'm really sorry- Enjoy:)

~Georgia

❝Scintilla- a tiny trace or spark of a specified quality or feeling.❞

I was well aware of how pathetic I was being, counting down the hours until four o clock, when I would finally be able to go and see Gerard again. Especially when I barely knew him- but there was something about him- something that I found irrevocably intriguing. 

The hours until I was allowed to go seemed to actually go quite quickly, for once. I think maybe it was because, for once, I had something to do. I had somewhere to go.

True to his word, when I left the mall at four o clock, Gerard was waiting for me just outside. In order to not make myself look overly desperate, I hovered a few metres or so from where he was standing. Watching Gerard was both amusing and adorable; he was shifting his weight from one foot to the other, dancing with his hands, tapping his knuckles against his thighs, mouthing something that looked like an overly violent song.

Eventually I did go out to see him, my stomach twisting once again with nervousness. Always he seemed to have that impact on me, and I couldn't quite work out why. Besides the huge crush I was developing, but I was currently pretending that didn't exist. 

"Frank!" The greeting that met me was overly-exciteable, even for Gerard. He seemed to realise that as soon as I did, because he cleared his throat loudly, and dropped his gaze to the floor, before repeating it again in a voice that was about four octaves lower than the first time he'd spoken.

I fought back a smile, so I didn't embarrass him. "Hiya, Gerard."

For a moment, there was nothing but painfully awkward silence as we stood in the midst of the shoppers coming and going, regarding each other. Several conversation starters popped into my head, but on second thoughts- my conversation starters weren't starters so much as endings. Thankfully, though, Gerard spoke first, setting off down the road so I had to follow him.

"I'm no good with silences, so if I start rambling, that's why."

As odd as it sounded, I was mainly just grateful that it was an excuse to not have to rack my brains for something to say that wouldn't have Gerard running in the opposite direction.

I caught up to Gerard, who'd strode ahead almost immediately. Maybe it was how good he'd got from running away from security guards and whatnot. Curiosity was burning in the pit of my stomach, desire to know where we were going.

"Gerard?" I asked, unable to keep quiet.

"Yup?" He turned around a little, falling back so I was walking almost in step with him.

"Where are we going?"

"Aah," Gerard said, tapping his nose. "That would be telling."

My eyes rolled of their own accord. Really I should be getting used to how irritating Gerard could be round about now, but he was excellent at going against anything that I was supposed to be doing. Maybe I should be getting used to that instead- that would make it easier.

"Not even a clue?"

For a moment, he was quiet. I didn't think he'd heard me, but he replied eventually, after putting out that aura he had of thinking everything through completely and utterly. Maybe it was so he could get everything to go his way. Pretty smart really, whereas I tended to just blurt out whatever it was that was on my mind, and in doing so making every situation cripplingly awkward without really having to try.