Futility.

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--Gerard--

I was sat at the table, my head in my hands as I rested my elbows on the wooden surface, yesterday had been great- no- amazing actually, I wanted to ask Frank if we could do it again, but that required me to organise something- which meant talking, to people - ew.
And besides, I had to meet Brendon at Starbucks, I had met him through Ray- who I met at the comic book store.
I got up off my lazy ass, and got ready for a long day.

As I exited the small bathroom I owned, I walked into my room, my eye catching the lit-up screen of my phone. I walked over to the persistent thing and checked what had caused it to light up- nothing- I swear this thing is haunted. I threw the contraption onto my bed as I got dressed, not forgetting to apply eyeliner, and I had to say, I looked hot with eyeliner.
As soon as I was ready to go, I grabbed my wallet, my ghost-infested cellular device and car keys, and I set off.

Once I arrived at Starbucks, the heavenly smell of coffee greeted me, along with a tall brunette. I walked over to the booth in which he was sitting, shaking his hand as I greeted him.
"Hey Gerard, how've you been?" He questioned, raising an eyebrow.
"I've been great actually- thanks, yourself?" I replied, earning a slight smile from him.
"Great actually, Patrick and I are planning to get Mikey and Ray together. " I grinned, Mikey had been crushing on Ray for a while. I nodded, taking a sip of the coffee I had just received from a order I placed a few minutes ago.
"Yeah that'll be awesome, let me know if I can help in anyway." I informed him, to which he nodded.
"How's the entire Frankie thing?" I almost choked on my coffee, I calmed down and before I could respond, someone spoke, I recognised the voice immediately.
"What about the Frank thing?" The gorgeous- hazel-eyed man asked, I shot up, hugging Frankie in the middle of Starbucks. I let go eventually and ushered him to take a seat across from Brendon as I sat next to him, I introduced them- turns out Frank was friends with Patrick and Pete.

Brendon had left after a while and so did Frank, I found it a bit bizzare but decided to question it, it could've just been a coincidence. I decided to ring up Mikey and meet up at the comic store, I wanted to find out if Mikey was serious about Ray before we made any advances in our plan to get Rikey to be official.

As I entered the store, Ray greeted me almost immediately and I took a seat in a nearby chair, receiving a text.

Unicorn- I might be a little late, just got held up.
I pondered for a moment and shrugged, making nothing of it.
G- No worries.
I put the cursed mobile back in my pocket as I paged through a comic.

It was getting late and Mikey still hadn't arrived, I hadn't heard of him since his text- which was over two hours ago. I sighed, mentally face-palming, he wasn't showing up. I decided to depart, saying goodbye to Ray as I exited the building, going to the safe haven I called home- well, almost safe.

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