Rain || Frerard

Chapter two

You know, for everyone, there is at least one thing, one stupid thing, that will make their heart beat faster and make them happy on even the shittiest days, although they don't know why.

For me, incase you, the reader, haven't guessed (in which case, where the fuck have you been for the last 1098 words?) this thing is the rain.

And now, the storm boy, too.

I don't know why he has this effect on me- aside from the fact that I am gayer than a rainbow wearing a pride flag and glitter and singing Lady Gaga's 'Born This Way' on top of a rainbow bus at a pride parade and he is extremely pretty.

He was completely adorable and shy and cute and absolutely beautiful.

And he controlled the storms. Which was awesome.

He was the reason I was more distracted than normal at work the next day.

And it just so happened that this particular day was the day our fucking boss decided to visit.

He sauntered into the office in his stupid fucking button down shirt in pastel blue and hipster beard which girls find attractive now, apparently (although it actually just makes the guy look like a lumberjack or, in some cases, a pirate), and his dainty leather shoes but they're made from faux leather because he's obviously vegan- which he'd announced instantly because the poor guy at the desk nearest the door was about to eat a bacon roll, so out boss decided to shame him by exclaiming, "oh my god what's that awful smell of dead animal? I, as a vegan, don't agree with any of this because I'm a vegan! Meat is murder- have you seen my shoes? They're made from faux leather so I haven't hurt any animals by wearing them!"

Or something along those lines. I may have exaggerated a little- but you should catch my drift.

I, at this time, was only on my third mug of coffee and had literally just started to re-draw one of my designs for one of the lesbian robots- Red. I was tired and had done barely anything, my desk was messy as normal, so I was working off a clipboard on my lap. My pens and pencils were scattered across my desk, and a couple fell off onto the floor as the boss came over, leaning heavily on all the papers on my desk, knocking a few off.

"Hello, Gerard."

I glanced at him and assumed this was the time to try not to get fired, so put the clipboard down and looked up at him. "Hello, Bob."

I didn't know if we were really on the first-name basis, but he'd done it for me, so I did it back.

Wrong decision.

"Rude." He muttered, then spoke normally again, "what are you working on?"

"Character designs."

He nodded slowly, "can you show me?"

I shook my head. I have nothing to show him.

"Why not?"

"I don't have anything presentable."

Bob sighed and picked up a random piece of paper and examined the drawing before holding it do I could see, "what's this?"

It was a sketch that I'd done eons ago of a dead body on a beach. The truth was- I'd gotten bored and needed to practise drawing people laying down, so drew a dead body for the hell of it.

"A body." I said quietly, "washed up by the sea."

"Yes I can see that!" He exclaimed, putting the paper down in disgust, "how does this relate to this comic you're illustrating?"

"I needed to practise drawing people laying down." I said quietly, "and lots of people die in the comic."

He looked at me for a moment, then asked calmly, "are you familiar with the teachings of Buddha, Gerard?"

What the actual fuck is he on about now?

I shook my head, "no sir."

"Well, he teaches us to harm no living things."

"Did he now? Good for him."

Bob shot me a glare, "and murder is harming a living thing, hence why I'm vegan."

Yeah, great, he's a malnourished herbivore.

"Therefore, I do not like this comic." He concluded, looking kinda pleased with himself.

"But it's a good story!" I argued, "has Ray told you about his ideas for it?"

Bob nodded, "yes. Very controversial. However, if people die, then I won't let you print it."

"Fine. We won't kill the characters!"

He nodded again, "good. Please continue."

I hesitantly picked up the clipboard and continued to draw, fleshing out the skeleton of the character, bringing her to life.

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I had a sleepless night.

Every time I closed my eyes, all that I could see was Frank.

And, I mean, I guess I could be seeing worse people- but I just wanted to get some undisturbed sleep that wasn't tinged with the beautiful person I came across the night before.

I wanted to see him again, and I hoped I would.

When it got to midnight and I was still awake, I turned the rain on and sat by the window, too sleepy to go outside, letting it hypnotise me as it trailed down the window, and the soft beating of the drops fall into the roof of the building sang me to sleep within twenty minutes. 

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Knock

It's 6:30 in the morning. What the fuck is anyone doing at 6:30 knocking on my door an expecting an answer? If I'm ever awake at six thirty, either I'm peeing (too much information) or I hadn't slept at all. Either way, I wouldn't answer the door.

Grumbling, I got up and opened it, angrily beginning to ask, "what the fuck do you want?" before seeing the figure stood by my door.

It was him.

I felt guilty suddenly.

"H-hi." He said quietly, "sorry.. I.. I woke you up."

It was then I realised that he was in something that looked like school uniform and freaked out a little.

"I just... I wanted to say thank you for the rain last night. I couldn't sleep. It was like... Like a lullaby or something."

I half smiled, "thank you... It's early, would you like to come in for coffee?"

The boy shook his head and explained softly that he had to get to school.

I nodded and slowly closed the door, then went back to missing him.