Chapter 3 - Situations

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Notes - This is short again, but they should be getting longer soon. Don't worry. 

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Chapter 3 - Situations

Frank had his back against the wall and a ciggarette in his mouth. He didn't seem to notice me walking towards him. I approached him slowly.

"Hey." I said. 

Frank jumped out of his skin and squealed faintly. He saw me and put his hand on his heart. 

"Dude, you scared me shitless." He finally replied.

I just laughed and grabbed one of my own ciggerettes and lighting it in my mouth. Resting my head against the wall.

" John has that Chemistry test too so it's just you and me. Wanna go to the graveyard?" Frank asks.

I nodded. "Yeah! I love graveyards.." I screamed back in excitement. 

We headed out of school grounds to the nearest graveyard. I propped myself upon the wall and sucked on my second ciggerette. Frank clambered next to me breathing deeply. He leaned back and looked up the clouds, sighing deeply. We sat in a silence which was somewhat peaceful and not awkward. I looked at my surroundings to see lots of old graves, overgrown bushes and wilted flowers around the graveyard. The closest grave to me - that I could read - was crumbling slightly but was still readable it said ' Marie Whitaker, Born March 1898  died  October 1916.' It's sad to think someone so young had died. That could be anyone and their life had hardly started. Without experiencing the true life that they could've lived. It makes me depressed just thinking about it. 

I flicked my ciggerette off the wall and I stared down at my dangling feet. All of a sudden the silence seemed to have got awkward. 

"So dude, what's your name?" Frank asked me, while he was still staring at the sky. He seemed so intruieged by the clouds and the shape that they formed. That in itself was pretty mesmerising. 

"I'm Gerard." I replied holding my hand out towards him. 

He gladly took it and shook, smiling wide, repling with "Nice to meet you Gerard, I'm Frank." 

I nodded and rummaged through my bag to grab my sketchbook and pencils. I settled it down on my knee and began to sketch the gravestone in front of me, with a ghostly apparition beside it. I was half way through the sketch when I looked up to see Frank staring at me. It wasn't creepy, he was clearly looking at what I was drawing so I carried on. I rushed the drawing and eventually finished.

"Dude! That's amazing. You should totally carry on drawing in the future!" Frank told me. Waving his arms about emphasising the points.

"Thanks, I'm going to carry on. You can keep this drawing if you want?" I answered back.

Franks smile widened as I handed over the sketch. He placed it neatly in the fold of his backpack. His smile was perfect and dreamy, I could keep staring at it all day.  Frank grabbed his smokes and offered me one, I gladly took it and lit it up, blowing the smoke around. 

"So are you a senior?" Frank asked me. 

"Yeah. I can't wait to get out of this shithole. What year you in?" I asked back.

"I'm a senior too, but I ditch most lessons anyway." Frank replied honestly. 

"You come here?" 

"Yeah. Or I go get high at home." 

I nodded and carried on with my smoke. Frank seemed like an interesting dude, it was a little awkward from the thoughts I'd had about him at that gig. He was so perfect. I wanted to just jump over and kiss him, but that would be wrong. Too wrong. I left it be.

We spent most of the day chatting about our favourite horror movies and our favourite band. Frank even invited me to his next show in a few weeks time. I couldn't wait.  It would be perfect, just like him. 

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