Subway Train ➫ Frerard

chpt. two ➫ friends

gerard took the subway home this time, crying and crying. he felt so embarrassed that morning, he wish he died. he walked his way down to the train station, and waited for his train to arrive.

while he sat in distress, he noticed a lot of people staring while they walked past him. he didn't care though, all he cared about was the chance he blew at getting his painting up at a famous museum.

"are you okay?" gerard heard a voice. it was seemingly familiar, yet he knew he had never heard this person's voice before.

"yeah." gerard sniffled. the person sat next to him. "i'm fine."

"you don't seem like it." the person said. gerard finally opened his eyes to see who it was.

it was a boy, or more like a man. he looked about the age of gerard. he had a nose ring, and a scorpion tattoo on his neck. actually, he had a lot of tattoos, all the way down to his hands. his clothes were dark, monochromatic in a way. his hair was weird, too. it was black, shaved at the sides and dyed blonde.

"i'm frank." the guy said. he held his hand out for gerard to shake, but gerard didn't.

gerard was still confused by his presence. he thought it was weird, or that guy knew him somehow. either way, gerard was not going to tell him too much.

"i'm mikey." gerard responded after some time. his brother's name is mikey, so he decided to say his brother's name instead of his own.

frank eyed gerard observantly. "that's not your name." 

"what?" gerard excused. "of course it's my name. if it wasn't, then why would i have said it?"

"you make a good point, mikey." frank said, before glancing at the painting next to gerard. "what's this?" frank grabbed the painting and looked at it.

"hey!" gerard snatched the canvas from him. "it's not yours. don't touch it."

"jeez," frank scoffed. "i just wanted to know what it was."

"it's nothing." gerard scowled.

"why are you so pissed off?" frank said in a louder tone of voice.

"i'm not!" gerard screamed, catching the attention of almost everyone in the station.

frank chuckled. "you seem pissed to me." frank hid his laughter behind his hands.

"can you just-" gerard sighed. "what did you want from me anyways, frank?"

"like i was saying in the beginning, you're obviously not okay. so why don't you just tell me?"

"because i don't know you." gerard replied. "i don't want consolation from a stranger if they know nothing about me."

"well what if we become friends?" frank smirked. "here let's start over." 

gerard smiled a little, laughing at the stupidity and desperation of this one person.

"hi, my name is frank." frank stuck his hand out again for gerard to shake.

gerard smiled widely, yet tried to remain serious. "my name is gerard."