Disenchanted (Frerard + Petekey)

Early Sunsets Over Monroeville

"Morning Sunshine."

The low voice sounded over his left shoulder, making him jump. Gerard had been lost in thought, discussing with his friendlier mental copilots whether or not Frank was mad at him for disappearing the night before. They hadn't run into each other the rest of the evening, and while it was possible Frank had merely slept through dinner, Gerard was letting his paranoia get away from him, thinking up scenarios in which Frank now hated his guts and wouldn't want to talk to him anymore.

He'd been so lost in his own world he hadn't noticed the taller boy who joined the breakfast line behind him, not even when the rest of the line had shuffled forward, leaving him standing an awkward distance away staring into space.

"Hellooo? Earth to mister artist?" The person spoke again, this time he recognized the voice.

Davey! Fuck, I haven't seen him since the weirdness... and I still don't know if he's...
Do I respond? I mean I have to right? Cause if he's real I'll look like a dick for ignoring him.

"Casually," the helpful voice advised, "Play it off in a way that nobody will notice you talking to him. Just in case."

Good idea.

Gerard turned slightly to glance over his shoulder. Sure enough Davey was there, lounging against the wall, breakfast tray dangling from one hand and a devious smile splashed across his face. A few people were milling about in a rough line behind him, some of whom were giving Gerard odd looks as he held up the line.
Attempting to be casual, he nodded curtly up at the looming figure before turning back around and hurrying to catch up to the line.

He heard Davey chuckling behind him, the sound mixed with shuffling footsteps as the rest of the line staggered forward.

"Not much of a morning person are you sunshine?" The taller boy leaned around to grin at him mockingly.

Gerard shrugged, setting his tray on the small folding table as the nurse distributing food asked his juice preference.

"Apple." He muttered, accepting the usual serving of soggy toast and cold eggs before turning to locate Frank.

"Orange for me please darling."

Why's he trying to flirt with the nurse?
Whatever, point is he spoke to her.
But... she didn't ask him, and she didn't respond...
Ugh this doesn't help.

Scanning the room he noted an absence of shaggy-haired angry kids. Frank must be running late today. He plunked himself down at their usual table and began his routine of pushing food around his plate. To his surprise, he was quickly joined by a flurry of dark hair tucking into the bench directly to his right.

Davey. Of fucking course.

He let out an aggravated sigh without thinking as Davey took up as much space as he could at the table, stretching his legs out so that his thigh pressed against Gerard's and pushing his tray halfway across the table so he could lean his elbow on the table and stare at him.

Ugh what is your deal dude? I've made it pretty clear I don't wanna talk to you today, take a hint!

"My my, what's got your panties in a twist?" Davey still held his joking tone, but there was a bite to his words, as though he was getting tired of Gerard blowing him off.

"Just leave me alone." He mumbled quietly, hoping the din of the morning ruckus would cover his conversation.

"Now why would I do that? I find you fascinating." Davey mused.

Mercifully he broke his stare, turning his attention to his breakfast. Gerard followed suit, taking a bite of toast in the hopes he wouldn't bother him with his mouth full.