The numbers never lie

Chapter 3

"Sooo how was your date yesterday?" Gerard asked with a smirk, breaking the comfortable silence that engulfed us at the start of our meal.
I rolled my eyes. He knew damn well that if I came home drunk, it did not go well.

I took a long sip of my coffee, hoping if I drank the beverage long enough, he would forget about the question. That plan failed miserably when I ran out of coffee.

"Not my type." I stated drowning my pancakes in my syrup, avoiding eye contact.
"What were her numbers?" He asked casually.
Most people don't show each other their numbers until the fourth or fifth date.
Let's just say I like to get straight to the point.

"How many off?" He continued. I looked him in the eyes, debating if I should give in.
I sighed taking a bite of my pancakes.
"Wow Gerard, these are really great pancakes!" I said, using my fantastic acting skills.it's not like they weren't delicious

He persistently stared at me, as if he was looking into my soul.
I cracked, giving into his stern scowl.
"At least 700." I said, poking at my pancake, sadly.

"Oh my god, Frankie!" Gee exclaimed covering his mouth and dropping his fork onto his plate.
"Hey! At least I'm trying!" I hollered, throwing my hands into the air wildly.
His eyes grew dark at that.
"At least I was closer than you." He pouted, pointing his fork at me and resumed eating his pancakes.

"Yeah? And how long ago was that?" It was a rhetorical question.
He ignore me and continued with his breakfast.
I grinned and put my hand to my ear
"Oh what was that four years?" I said, my voice dripping with sarcasm.

"Hey! We're still best friends!" He said defensively, standing up and placing his plate in the sink.
"Wrong," I said following him into the living room.
"I am your best friend." Gerard rolled his eyes as we both plopped down on the sofa to watch Saturday morning cartoons.

I was secretly glad Gerard and Lindsey were still friends. Sometimes if you didn't have the same numbers on your chest, the other didn't want to have anything to do with you. Luckily Gerard's and Lindsey's numbers were close enough that they wanted to stay in contact. I was honestly kind of jealous, I hoped that even if I didnt find the one, I could find the one away.

"So, who are you going out with tonight?" Gerard asked, pulling me out of my thoughts as he surfed through the channels.
"This chick named jamia," I said, stealing the remote from his grasp.
"She's in my class." I explained, having no luck with finding a channel that had Good cartoons on.

We finally decided to just watch the news, not really paying attention, nursing our lukewarm cups of coffee.

"Do you ever get worried?" Gerard asked randomly, leaning back into the sofa.
"'Bout what?" I asked doing the same
"That you'll never find them or they died or somthin," he whispered, staring blankly at the television.
"Sometimes," I said running my finger around the top of the mug then taking a sip.

"But then I remember were twenty three and have seven years to figure it out." I explained, resting my head on his shoulder.
Most people found their partner in their twenties, If you didn't find them by then, your screwed.
"I guess we're just those unlucky people." I sighed.

"That's ok," he said resting his head on top of mine.
"At least we have each other." I smiled.
"I'm glad we found each other again," I admitted. "And that we decided to become roommates."

"Me too," he agreed, taking a sip of his coffee.
"It reminds me of when we were kids." He said. I could feel his lips curl upwards against the top of my head.

Gerard and I's parents knew each other, so naturally we always had family party's and hung out. We were inseparable from years 5 to 19. That's when Gerard decided to go to college.

"I wish we stayed in contact," he stated "I missed you."
"I missed you too." I admitted.
I really had, Gerard and I had been though everything together.
His brothers disappearance, his alcoholism, when our parents fought, when my mom "killed herself", my dad became an alcoholic...

"Well, I have a project for art to do," he stated, rising and collecting both of our coffees. "Clean the dishes." He winked and raced to his art room before I could reciprocate.

I groaned loudly and made my way to the sink.

Ok people r actually reading this what?! So I decided to update. TBH I don't have a plan for this and this is the last chapter I had pre written so sorry if u think it's shit. I wrote it like 6 months ago OML THATS SOOO LONG WOW. I guess if u guys like it I'll keep writin! But my updates might b terribly slow since I have a few other fics I'm currently working on. But anyways enjoy!