Gerard was happy.
Not only did he have a friend; he had a friend who liked music.
And not just music in general, tangible music that you could hold, that you could run your fingers over, music that if you weren't careful you could scratch.
The store was called Skip to the Beginning.
A dorky but wonderful name for a music store, in Gerard's opinion. It was owned by a pair of old guys who if you got too close to would talk to you about the 50s until their beards had grown another inch.
It was maybe a 7-minute walk from Lakeside, during which Frank and Gerard walked side by side, their footsteps marry, their voices silent.
That seemed okay, though.
They crossed the street, and Gerard pulled open the door. The sound of music flooded his ears, and a warm pink feeling rose inside of him. He smiled.
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I Drew You Once in Art Class
FanfictionPlease god i wrote this as a sad 14 year old who projected everything onto her characters. Keep your expectations LOWER THAN ZERO GUYS PLEASE
