Subway Train ➫ Frerard

chpt. seven ➫ by myself

frank woke up to sunlight beaming on his eyelids. it was way too bright for him. he sat up in the bed, tiredly rubbing his eyes. he noticed jeans, and a black t-shirt laid on the bed in front of him. frank also spotted a note.

good morning frankie! in case you're going out or anything, i gave you some clothes. there's a fifty on the dining table and apartment keys. i'm coming home late, but with a surprise. if you decide to leave for good, make sure you see me first. be safe, frankie! x

-gerard 

frank smiled at the note. nobody called him frankie, except for gerard. 

he got up from the bed and into the bathroom. he took a shower and put on the clothes gerard had given him. he pocketed the keys and $50 dollars. frank took a sharpie from gerard's desk and wrote the number of the apartment on his arm. 1031, that's my birthday.

frank exited the apartment building and took a walk. he remembered the address of the building, just in case he ever got lost. as he walked, he felt a sudden confidence. he never felt this way about himself before. how did he ever become so lucky to meet this one person who changed his life for the better?

frank walked into a coffee shop. whoa, this is cool, frank thought. he didn't remember what walking into stores was like. he lived in a subway station since nineteen, how could he remember? 

he stood in line to order coffee and maybe something to eat. for dinner, all he ate was milk and cookies, which wasn't very filling. frank decided on his coffee and his food, and ordered with the money gerard gave him.

he then left the coffee shop and back to the apartment, since he had no business being anywhere else. he followed the avenue signs which directed him home and found the apartment quickly. he used his keys, given to him by gerard, and went back up the elevator to the room.

frank mumbled quietly to himself. "which one was it again?"  

he quickly remembered though and led himself to the apartment where he settled down, and  took a deep breath. he opened the lid of his coffee and smelled it. it was still hot, which was what he liked. frank put the lid back on and took a much-needed sip. 

he then proceeded to rip open the bag of food he had also purchased at the store. it was two croissants, one for himself, one for gerard. he took a bite into one of the warm, fluffy croissants and savored its flavor. 

frank hasn't felt this way in a long time, but he didn't quite know what feeling that was.

suddenly, he heard the doorknob click open. he looked at the wall clock, 11am. gerard was still at school, so who could that be?