The Opposite Of Love; ferard

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question eleven- what's the first thing on your mind when you wake?

answer- what's the meaning of life

"um... hi?" i waved slightly, dropping my hand when gerard frowned. "i'm frank, but you already know that, don't you?"

i heard the door shut behind me, so mr. bow tie had most likely left us alone.

question twelve- what's the last thing you think about before falling asleep?

answer- what am i going to eat for breakfast.

he sighed before standing before me, towering a good two inches over my head. his eyes searched all over my body, paying more attention to my dick than needed. i blushed under his gaze.

"i guess you'll have to do." he headed toward the door after grabbing his sweater from the back of the couch. "coffee?"

question thirteen- why are you alive?

answer- because someone banged my mom

~ I ~

i don't think either of us knew what to say. we sat in arm chairs in the back of a matches only shop i had never been to, hail the saints, both drinking scorching hot mugs.

"you're 19?" i awkwardly tried to start a conversation.

"mhm. how old are you?"

"18."

"just took the test?"

"6 weeks ago."

"took you long enough. i've waited ages."

"when did you take it?"

"april of last year?"

"oh." he had waited a while. it was mid-december now, with christmas quickly approaching. "sorry." i whispered, staring at the last few drops in my cup

"not your fault, kid. don't say sorry for things out of your control or the word will begin to lose it's meaning." he stood and grabbed my near empty cup, promising to return with more.

question fourteen- what makes you happy?

answer- music

a few minutes after gerard went to get coffee, a girl wearing an employee apron slid into his seat.

"that your soulmate?" she gestured to the man that was indeed my soulmate, who was busy shouting profanities at some poor girl trying to pour coffee.

"yeah," i frowned. "we were just matched today."

question fifteen- what makes you sad?

answer- probably something along the lines of not being good enough.

she nodded. "well, it seems that's he's got a bit of a temper to him. try and see if you can fix that, kay? i don't want him yelling in my shop."

"yeah, sure." she nodded, smiling, before heading back to the rear of the shop.