•DESTROYED (Frerard)

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I cast my eyes around the faces that peered up in my direction. Non of them were looking at Gerard, every fucker had their eyes glued to me. Brilliant.

As the awkwardness grew Gerard let out a sigh. One of the people sat with Pete stood up and ushered for me to come sit. He was the man I had met earlier with the wicked tats, his face seemed friendly enough. I think it was the beard, it hid the possible angry scowl he could be pulling.

I walked slowly over, turning my head back to find Gerard locking the door, I didn't want to have to sit with them on my own. I needed Gerard with me, he was my comfort. Sorta like a comfort blanket Y'know?

I managed a smile at the man as I lowered my self to the ground slowly. The floor was hard and it was difficult to get comfy, in the end I opted for crossing my legs.

"My name is Andy" the familiar man spoke "this is Joe" he pointed to the man with the frizzy hair who turned up the corner of his mouth in greeting. "And this is Patrick" he wore glasses that rather complimented his face, he seemed friendly enough. "You've already met Pete?" He questioned trying to make conversation.

"Yeah.. He held a gun to my head" I tried pulling off some laughter with that remark but quite frankly it was shit because no one even chuckled. Oh fuck this was going to be a long wait.

Pete suddenly snarled "I had rights! I didn't know who you were!" He pierced his pupils into mine.

"It's okay Pete it's in the past" Andy soothed. I liked his voice it was soft and baby like - contrasted with his appearance greatly.

I shuffled my hands in my lap awkwardly; where the fuck is Gerard! I daren't look behind me, the chances of catching someone's eye was high and I the chances of it being a not nice person was probably even higher. So I resorted to siting in silence.

Someone behind me tapped me on the shoulder I jumped but relaxed as I saw Gerard smiling towards me, he was crouched down with his hand on my shoulder.

"Hey guys" he projected his voice towards the group of people sat with me "this is Frank".

"Yeah we know" mumbled Pete

"Shh Pete" Gerard snapped at him.

I sniggered slightly, Gerard saw me and I looked away before I caught sight of a smirk from him. He pulled him self next to me and sat down, one leg out stretched and one bent up, he was slanting him self toward me in a casual fashion.

I looked at the faces of everyone else they were watching Gerard.

"Just one thing to mention" he ran his tongue along the inside of his bottom lip "if Frank so much as hints at any kind of rude or negative thoughts from any of you" a warm feeling rose from my stomach as Gerard stuck up for me, but I noticed he was aiming the words at Pete. "I will cut you"

Woah Gerard, keep calm. I mean, I may be special but not that special. The warm feeling continued as Gerard eyed up the surrounding people. But I felt him relax as he leaned against my shoulder softly.

"How long do sandstorms last?" I asked hesitantly trying to break the silence.

Patrick spoke up "it can be anything from 10 minutes to 2 hours" my expression changed to a dull mope. "But that last one was only 15 minutes so I doubt this one will be long" he continued.

"Remember the first one though?" Gerard broke in "that was hell, we didn't have any warning or nothing" I raised my eye brows "woah that must have been nearly 2 years ago now" he shook his head "time flies."

Andy smiled at Gerard in answer and said "yes! Me and Brendon were caught out in it, it scratched our eyes red raw" he laughed slightly.

At the mention of his name a tall dark haired fellow came tottering over to greet us all, he wore a grey jumper with black jeans, not as tight as Gerards though. And he had big black glasses that sat on the end of his nose nearly.

"You called?" He asked tilting his head towards the group I was sat in.

"Hey Bren! We were just telling Frank here about the first sandstorm to hit. When me and you got caught out in it" Andy spoke to the man who was now say on the floor with crossed legs to my left.

"Ugh don't remind me that was horrific" he looked to me "I couldn't see for weeks the sand scratched my eyes bare."

I pulled a 'sympathetic' face. If you could call it sympathetic, a hint of me tagged on that Brendon might be over reacting slightly.

He ran his hand through his thick hair that sat in a bouncy quiff on his head.

Gerard nudged me as Brendon began speaking again. I turned to him who signalled  with his eyes for me to get up, I obeyed and stood. Brendon was still talking, but I wasn't listening. Gerard is the only person to have my full attention at one time.

He took my hand which caught me by surprise "where we going?" I asked.

"To meet my friends"

I shrugged "They weren't your friends?"

"Well... Mutuals, we talk n' stuff but I don't particularly like Pete" he hummed.

"I saw" I smirked as Gerard led me to a small group of people.

There was a tall man with blonde hair and extremely blue eyes, he had a lip ring. I want a lip ring. Another man who I recognised as Ray, with his unmistakable curly hair. Smiled a greeting at me "hey Frank" he applied a sense of kindness to his words to which I replied

"hey Ray" I looked to the man with the blonde hair.

"I'm Bob" he answered reaching out a hand for me to shake, I exchanged the greeting and looked to Gerard.

He patted Ray on the shoulder "where's  Dallon?" He asked looking around, the shelter. I followed Gerards eye movements as they landed on a tall dark haired man with brown eyes. He was wearing a large black coat with his collar up and dark blue jeans. He waved his hand to Gerard.

I looked back to the group of people that I was sat with before, Pete caught my eye as I noticed him giving evils to Dallon. Dude what's your problem.

Dallon smiled at me "hey, Frank yeah?"

I nodded "yep, you're Dallon?"

He nodded "that's me!" He chuckled after finished his sentence.

Hm okay, so I like these people a lot more than that other group, I feel like I fit in here. They seem all chill, or, maybe it's because I'm with Gerard.. God I'm getting so clingy aren't I?

Ray broke the silence as his voice raised above the muttering "the sandstorm has stopped."

I breathed a sigh of relief and fixed my eyes to Gerard, he was my guide I didn't know where to go or what to do without him, but sure enough. He took my hand and led me out the door.

"Come on babe I'll show you round" he smirked sexily.

Babe - URGH too attractive.