~ Gerard's POV ~

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by EmoPerson182

by EmoPerson182

walked into the studio looking around to see the same people in the studio as yesterday. But maybe today would be different. Ever since I got the my life has been different. I mean yes it was just talking about pancakes, but it's made me really like pancakes. Maybe too much, I swear if I eat one more pancake I'll throw up.

"Gerard, meet Frank," the manager came up to me as a about 5'6 put his hand out.

"H-hey," he whispered.

"Hii!" He smiled a little as I took his hand and shook it lightly.

He's gonna be a shy one.

"So what do you do around here Frank?"

"Oh uhm, I-I help out with like the lights a-and stuff."

"AH that's cool!"

"I-I guess," he chuckled. I looked down at his body and saw he was covered in tattoos.

Oh well he did something I can't.

"Nice tattoos!"

"T-thanks I uhm-"

"FRANK GET OVER HERE!" The manager screamed at him. Poor Frank. He seems cool, kinda shy, but cool. Frank walked over to the manager as he looked down. He nodded then walked back over to me.

"Hey Frank-"

"Not now Gerard," he whispered and walked passed me. I followed him til he reached the outside door, then hid so he wouldn't see me. Once he went outside and closed the door behind him I went outside too.

"Hey Frank," I looked down at him sitting against the wall.

"Hey," he sadly lit his cigarette the put the lighter in his pocket and looked at me.

"I-I was thinking you know since you're new and stuff if you wanted to hang out tonight?"

"O-Oh yeah s-sure," he smiled then flicked his cigarette.

"Wanna come to my house? Or like go somewhere-"

"I'll go to your house," he cut me off then smiled again.

A real cutie.

His smiled made me smile. He was super cute.

"What did the boss want?"

"He yelled at me for not putting the light to the right setting I guess, I mean he told me what to put it at and I did but someone must've hit it or something."

"Yeah, well why'd you come out here?" He chuckled then held up his cigarette pack. I sighed then chuckled at myself.

Idiot!

You just saw him light his cigarette and now you're asking what he's out here for.

"What time do we get outa this dump?" Frank chuckled then put his cigarettes back in his pocket.

"Like 2:35," I looked at my watch to see it was only 11:01. It's gonna be a long day.