Diseased [Frerard] [Petekey]

Chapter 14

Frank-

Gerard- I'll meet you at the park ((: meet you at the snow cone stand?

Me- yeah sure! see you there

I wish I could literally scream. I did literally scream, who am I kidding? I kind of liked Gerard. I only just met him though, so I decided to just get to know him more.

When we played dots and boxes, I spelt out the words "I kind of like you", so all he'd have to do is connect the dots when I tell him to. It's easy. 

I quickly changed out of my work clothes and into a Black Flag shirt and skinny jeans. Turning into the true emo I am, I put on eyeliner and smudged it with a certain preciseness that only smudged eyeliner could make.

I walked to the park as I internally screamed. I'm so excited. I'm so excited. I'm so excited.

I quickly got there, and waited at a park bench right by the snow cone stand. I rubbed my cold arms and regretted not bringing a hoodie.

I considered leaving and fetching one, but quickly changed my mind when I spotted Gerard from afar. He was walking slowly and cautiously down the sidewalk, jumping a little everytime a car zoomed past.

He took a deep breath and when he was able to step into the metal gates of the park, he did. Belleville needed to be gated because it was so dangerous here, especially at night.

Gerard was wearing black jeans and a huge hoodie that had a logo for Iron Maiden. His hands were jammed into the pocket and he looked down as he made his way to the small snow cone stand.

"Hey", I greeted as he got within range for him to hear me.

He looked up and smiled.

"Hi", he waved slightly. "Sorry I'm late".

"Late for what?" I giggled.

"Fair enough", he shrugged. "Are you cold?"

"Nah", I lied. "I'm fine".

He looked at my arms and noticed the goose bumps. He frowned slightly and began to take off his hoodie.

"No no no no no", I stopped him. "Don't".

But he didn't stop. He just handed it to me.

"I can't", I shook my head.

"You will", he laughed. "I'm fine".

He didn't seem nearly as cold as me, but he was taller so maybe that was a tall person thing.

"Thank you", I smiled and shrugged on his hoodie.

It smelt like coffee, sweat, and a slight tinge of citrus or something. It was a weird combination, but my heart had palpitations when I breathed it in.

You know what I'm talking about. When you like someone and you smell their signature scent like vanilla and cigarettes or mint and tea and your legs get all wek and you would try to make a candle out of it if you ever found it try to sell it never sell out of it you'd probably only sell one.

Gerard sat down next to me, as I was too lazy and never stood up through this entire interaction. The sun began to slowly set and the sky was tinged with red, yellow, orange, and a divine pink. There was the occasional cloud sprinkle here and there, but it only added to the beauty of the sky.

That all seemed extremely beautiful but my breath was taken away when I looked at Gerard. The wonder in his eyes as he watched the sunset was amazing.

"I can't believe I ever missed this", he muttered.

"Do they not have sunsets where you live? Do you live in Alaska or something?" I giggled.

"No. Actually, I do live here", he admitted. "The day you beat the shit out of me was my first time going off alone since two years ago."

"Are you serious?" I did a double take.

He nodded, still mesmerized by the beautiful sunset.

"Then we need to go and give you a makeover. Hair dye, new clothes, tattoos", I began.

"No tattoos", he laughed.

"You don't like tattoos?" I began to feel really self conscious about the ones I had hidden all of a sudden.

"No no, I love tattoos", he stared off in wonder. "I don't like needles".

"Ooh, makes sense", I nodded. "Why haven't you gone outside though?"

"It was really traumatic", he shrugged. "I couldn't begin to explain about it".

I've been through some trauma too. I moved away about two years ago when the memory of Miles getting in a car accident and dying was too much to handle. Now I'm back and I'm here for Miles.

I haven't visited his gravestone yet. I don't want to. I know I'll have to do it eventually though.

But not today.

A few kids, maybe 14 and 15 years old, were a few feet from us. One had a makeshift drum set made from a white bucket and a good pair of drum sticks. The other just stood there. The drum set kid played on his drums and the other rapped like a God.

It was amazing. They both wore some white shirts with red, blue, and black marker. Their white bucket had "tøp" on it and so did their shirts. We decided not to bother them and I gave Gerard a knowing look before we got up and began to take a walk.

"You should get a makeover though. You'd look really good", I suggested.

"Maybe", he smiled and nodded.

We were walking around the border of the park, talking about dogs, high school, music, and other topics.

He seemed fine, but as we stood by the gate, getting ready to part ways, a car sped by, honking loudly at a car in front of it.

Gerard jumped higher than any cat would have. He landed perfectly, but his legs instantly turned to spaghetti and his legs collapsed beneath him.

He groaned loudly and his eyes looked distant and cloudy.

I began to panic and did the first thing that came to mind. I grabbed his phone and found Mikey's number and clicked the number.