--Frank--
I woke up, getting up from my bed, I looked in the mirror, God I looked awful. I wasn't able to get much sleep due to my mind filling with the darkest of thoughts on what would happen when Gerard and I got coffee, it wasn't even a date, and yet I was so anxious.
I performed my morning rituals, showering, getting dressed, and the list carries on. I informed my father of where I was going, not that it mattered, and I left. I arrived at Starbucks, I scanned the room, Gerard wasn't here yet, I took a seat at a window booth, I was fidgeting and I couldn't remain calm.
I eventually was greeted by the very person who I'd been so nervous to be around, Gerard. I gave a slight smile as he sat across from me, I looked out of the window, all that could be seen was a busy street scene with tons of people, nothing out of the ordinary.
Gerard had placed orders for our coffee , I insisted to pay, we then proceeded to talk, discuss things but not going into too much detail.
"So, how was England?" He asked, curious of my whereabouts and what I had been doing for the past four years.
"Oh nothing of interest, finished school and I started a few bands, which all ended, but I haven't left the music scene yet." I responded, tracing then tattoos that covered my hands.
"Well, I dropped out of art school, I wanted to do something more meaningful and change the world, you know?" I nodded in agreement, I wanted to change the world, make an impact too. Our coffee's were soon brought to us and we got up from the booth, coffees in hand as we walked to the exit, soon standing on the sidewalk.
We decided to walk to the library, draining the coffee containers and soon disposing of them just as we entered the old building. We walked around, browsing through the books, as we spoke- whispered to one another, catching up.
I was suddenly stopped in my tracks as I was yanked away from a book that I'd been eyeing.
It waa quite strange, what happened next was a blur, I saw a flash of red- artificial red- and I was engulfed in a hug, a comforting hug, one that I was sharing with Gerard.
We broke apart, but we didn't let go of one another, there was a odd feeling, that was present, in the both of us.
I was unable to read Gerard's emotions, I was just as puzzled as he was, I mean, guys dont normally hug for that long and we were in a public place, even though the library was almost empty.
I was too focused on my train of thought to process that Gerard and I were now kissing, it wasn't anything chaotic, it was sweet, when it ended, I felt my lips tingle. I couldn't speak and I was pulled into another hug, I wanted to cry, but I held back the tears as we hugged in the silence.
Gerard spoke up, ending the nerve-wrecking silence, "Never leave again, never leave me again. You mean so much and I'm not allowing you to get away ever again."
