Three years later,
--Frank--
I brushed my now-long black locks out of my face, as I walked down the quiet streets of Sheffield, I was going back to New Jersey tonight, after my mother had died during our stay in the UK, my father had recently got into contact with me and I've decided to go back to meet him and discuss a long 20 years of life without him.
I noticed a few things during the three years of my stay here, first of all, I was lonely, even more so than I was in New Jersey, secondly girls didn't take 'no' for an answer here, guys were straight up rude as fuck and the ones that were gay over-stepped their boundaries extremely fast. And thirdly, it didn't have the same homey feel as New Jersey, the people weren't the same, but the person that had been on my mind since I left, was always Gerard, everyday I'd wonder how he was doing, if he found someone, if he might be married, these thoughts seemed harmless but had negative effects on my emotional state.
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As I packed the last suitcase and was greeted by a taxi, I gave one last glance at the now empty house, treasuring the few good things that had happened in the small building.
The flight from the UK back to Jersey was so frustrating I swear I was going to hang myself in the small bathroom of the airplane at one point, kids just dont fucking shut up, turbulence is hell and there was a very inconsiderate elderly man who had occupied the seat next to me, who quite frankly wouldn't shut up.
Eventually I was free, I walked back from the baggage collection and with suitcases in hand, I ran to a slightly older-than-middle-aged man, he was short, but still taller than me and had hair that was greying.
The drive to his house was filled with chatter, and for once, it was pleasant. I wasn't judged on the length of my hair, my piercings or the fact that I enjoyed smoking cancer sticks, hell, he joined me when I smoked.
We caught up with each other, he was a pretty cool guy, I mean, he was more of a fatherly figure than any of my mom's old boyfriends.
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The next morning I decided I wanted to take a walk through my favorite streets of Jersey, while re-visiting Marshalls I got some new picks- I still played guitar- and I met a really cool dude with an amazing 'fro, we exchanged numbers and I soon left, making my way to the local comic book store, that had been my safe-haven since I was a kid.
While looking over the huge shelves of comics, I heard the little bell go off, signalling that someone had entered, I looked to see what kind of nerd had entered, I only saw the person's side, I didn't recognise him, but he had marvellous red hair, and he was wearing sunglasses, which adorned his face perfectly, although when he took them off, I instantly knew who it was and those beautiful hazel-eyes met mine once again.
Author's Note,
Three updates in one day, I'm on a roll (or its just because I have nothing else to do.)
