Bittersweet Casualty|| Frerard

Chapter 9

Gerard's pov

I leant against a car on the corner of the street as I inhaled the warm toxins from my cigarette. I slowly blew out. It felt calming, and it kept me amused while I waited.

My eyes were planted on the house, the one with the car parked at the front where a guy sat one night, the guy with the eyes that looked like halloween, the guy with the dark hair and lack of hight.

I watched the little dog through the fence on the side of the house. It appeared to be sleeping. I soon lost interest in watching it when I heard the front door of the house openening.

I watched as the familiar short figure made his way out of the door. He seemed so unimpressed as he slumped his way down the lawn. I let out a light laugh as I saw he was wearing boxers and socks with a hoodie. God those boxers look good on him, no wonder he isn't afraid of  walking out in public in them like that.

I took another addictive suck of the cigarette as I watched him make his way up to his next door neighbours house. He banged on the door and waited as he shoved his hands in his pockets.

I watched on in amusement whilst making sure I couldn't be seen from his angle.

He stood at the door with his hands in the pocket of his hoodie. The door in front of him opened and a tall old man looked down at him.

I turned away acting casual as I smoked just incase the old man saw me watching.

"You're a foggot!"

That word....
my insides twisted.
What right does he have to call Frank that! I hate that word! I despise that word!

I turned around and glared at the old man from far across the street. He stood over frank snarling with a look of disgust plastered over his face. I couldn't see Franks facial expression considering he had his back to me.

He must feel hurt. Or maybe he is used to people calling him that, no one should be used to someone calling them that. It's disgusting! I hate humans! They judge people based off of nothing and seek to put other humans down!

I felt myself getting irritated. The fingers of one hand scrapped at my jeans, as The other threw the end of my smoke on the ground. I disintegrated it into the ground with a twist of my foot.

I looked up when I heard the door slam shut and saw frank walking away from the door with something in his hand. He looked across the street as he stepped onto it.

His eyes fell upon the direction I was in. I swiftly moved myself behind the car so he couldn't see me. He seemed to not notice me as he continued walking back into his house. He looked incredibly mad as his socked feet trudged along the street and up the lawn to his front door.

I watched as he disappeared inside his house. Well...that was interesting.

Now all I had to do was wait until he got his ass out here to go to school. Hopefully he walks to school, that'll make it easier for me to follow him.

I pulled out another smoke and lit it as I waited. I found myself glaring at the house of that old homophobic man that frank had the displeasure of talking to this morning. I imagined his house being lit on fire, or satan crawling up from the depths of hell and dragging the old man back down with him. God that old man sounded horrid. I've only seen him for a few minutes from across the street and he already disgusts me.

I snapped out of my thoughts when I heard foot steps coming along the street.

And there he was..that pretty little face..walking down the road in a very formal outfit. He can make any outfit look good. I didn't know wether to be jealous of this or be really attracted.
I shrugged and once he had passed me without noticing me, I waited a while, and then started slowly walking after him.