Like Driving Toward the Morning Sun || Frerard (COMPLETED)

Chapter 2- maybe.

The blue light moved ever closer to Jupiter.

I spent hours on end gazing up at it, watching. In a week I'd spent the equivalent of exactly three days looking up at the sky.

Waiting.

It was almost boring, and yet, completely fascinating at the same time. Fascinating, mostly because it was so far away and yet so visible. And not 'across the country' far away, either. Literally millions and millions of miles away.

I thought about the flyaway comment the alien kid made last night. It made me smile.

If I lived on Jupiter, I'd be shitting it.

I mean, I was probably wrong to think there's no life there. Who can say for sure that there isn't?

But then again, who can be certain about anything?

I can't even be 100% sure that I'm even real and not just a figment of someone's imagination.

I smiled again- yeah, if I was a jupitarian, (which, by the way, is what I'd call an alien that lived on jupiter. Incase you didn't guess) I'd be shitting it.

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Shrink blinked at me twice.

I sighed.

"And how are things at home, Frank?" She asked.

Today, it only took her 2 minutes 3 seconds to ask. She's growing some balls, by the looks of things.

(Not literally. I can't see her dick yet. Or maybe it's not even that big.)

I shrugged, as I always did as response to the question.

In reality, 'things' had actually been okay this week. Mom had let me shut myself away and stargaze and, as usual, dad didn't give a shit as long as I went to school. Which I did. Things were fine.

Shrink sighed, "you're gonna have to talk to me one of these days."

I looked at her and felt myself smirking.

There's no way in hell I'm ever gonna do that.

She tried a different approach. Ask me something I give a fuck about. "You've been watching the meteor? I heard you've been staying after school to watch it."

Yeah, yeah, make me sound like some sort of space nerd.

I swear I'm not a space nerd.

I shrugged again in response, still refusing to talk to her.

"What about your friends?"

I had to stop myself snorting.

Friends?

I don't need friends. They get in the way of everything. Plus, I hate people and approaching people. If I fucking liked people, I wouldn't be here in the first place. If I had friends, which I don't, then I'd just tell them about my shitty life and not go crawling to Shrink about it.

"Do you have friends?" She asked, looking at me.

I looked at my feet, not bothering to shrug.

"Oh." She said quietly, "we'll make that one of our aims."

I sighed.

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Art.

It was always either music or art after games, which I didn't do, so I normally ended up having a pretty easy couple of lessons.