MCR One-Shots

Broken Headphones and A Bus Stop

*from Frank's perspective*

I'm early for the bus, for once.

I've decided to walk to the bus stop earlier today because of two reasons; the weather outside is phenomenal and walking helps clear my mind.

The sky is a cerulean blue, painted with thin cotton-candy cloud of white. It's warm enough outside to be uncomfortable, but the cool spring breeze makes it bearable. The old oaks on my street provide protection from the heat, but soft sunbeams still manage to pass through the budding leaves and dapple the sidewalk with spots of warm sunlight.

Normally, I would walk with my headphones in, but the rustling of leaves is the only music I need today. It clears my head and gives me time to think. I like to think of song lyrics and yesterday's events. I close my eyes in peaceful bliss and let the wind mess up my black faux hawk. I throw my head back and listen to the song of the wind and the birds...and the Steven Universe theme song?

we are the crystal gems...

WHAT? My eyes fly open to see a man, my age, sporting the brightest fire-truck red hair I have ever seen. And he's sitting in MY spot on the bus-stop bench. Why is he listening to the Steven Universe song - this early in the morning...

we'll always save the day...

My walking speed increases to a casual jog. I don't know why exactly, maybe it's his hair or him sitting in my seat or that I can hear him blasting Steven Universe so anyone in a 20 ft radius could hear him, but this man seems very compelling.

and if you think we can't...

I'm closer now. Close enough to make out his lean frame slouched across the wooden bench with not a care in the world. Close enough to see this man with the "brightest fire-truck red I've ever seen" hair is SMOKING HOT.

we'll always find a way...

I slow my pace back down to a walk. I can see him clearly now. He's wearing a Misfits t-shirt with tight black skinny jeans. He's doodling in his notebook.

that's why the people of this world...

He's got headphones in. So why is Steven Universe still playing... OH! He doesn't have his headphones plugged in all the way. He doesn't realize that I know he's a complete dork...yet.

believe in...Garnet...Amethyst...and Pearl...and Steven.

"-and Frank," I say to the man, thrusting my hand out towards him. He looks up, eyebrows raised at my forwardness. He then proceeds to realize that his headphones were unplugged, and his face flushes with embarrassment. He takes my hand and says, "Gerard," in return.

I sprawl out on the bench, sitting close to him. "Now, Gerard, is your hair the most brilliant shade of fire-truck red or are you just smoking hot?" I question him.

He smiles.

Now I have three reasons to walk to the bus stop early; the weather outside is phenomenal, walking helps clear my mind, and to see Gerard's beautiful smile.