*FRANK'S POINT OF VIEW*
I awoke and almost screamed, forgetting where I was for a moment. I went to move so I could get up to grab a pair of pants and a shirt to start the day of, but I felt something against my stomach area.
O h m y G o d
Gerard's arm lightly draped over my stomach, and my arm had lay over his. Slowly, slowly I moved my arm. There. Now to just get off of the bed..
A quick gust of air on my neck made me freeze immediately. Ugh. Just Gerard. He's probably still asleep, anyways; just had to breathe like humans do. Relax, Frank, I told myself. I wonder what he looked like while asleep... I mean, it didn't hurt to see, just to make sure he wasn't having a nightmare or anything, right? I carefully turned around to see his face.
And his eyes staring at me.
OHDANGOHDANGOHDANGOHDANGOHDANG
Well goood," he began, lifting the arm from my stomach and his other into the air, holding the stretch. "mmmorrning!" he ended with a faint smile against his lips as he sat up. Well, wasn't someone in a good mood?
"Sorry if I'm a bit overly happy," he read my thoughts," but I have these, uh, nightmares nightly, but not a single dream invaded by sleep!" he semi-yelled from th opposite side of the room, going over there to change.
Whatever they slipped into his water, I want.
I slowly mimicked what Gerard had done, stretching my arms and legs out and up, making sure to get every muscles stretched before getting up and grabbing my clothes. As I quickly put on my clothes before Gerard came back, I looked at them more closely; they were black skinny jeans with holes directly below the knees and a regular misfits t-shirt. It was the only thing I could think of that would show what I actually wanted to be portrayed as, if that makes sense.
Gerard came over right as I had finished buttoning the button on my pants. Good timing. He looked at the mirror by the window, doing something to his face with a...pencil? Eh, I'll find out when he turns around, but how are the mirrors here..?
"Shouldn't they have taken the mirrors out? I mean, this place is filled with people that could use it to.. you know.." My voice faltered at the end. My failed attempt replayed through my mind enough, I didn't need it now..
Not a time to think of that though.
Gerard had turned toward me once he had finished. His eyes were outlined with black, making his appearance all-around black, for which he had on grey skinny jeans with a Metallica shirt.
It. Looked. Amazing.
He must've seen my lightly bite my lip, or I may have or may have not been blushing, but nonetheless, he giggled. Yes, he actually giggled. The sound danced around in my head and rang out as the only sound. His laughter could have made even the saddest person smile and laugh along. There was no way that I wasn't tremendously blushing by now. Stupid hormones...
"You like it?" he asked, a hint of surprise in his voice. "Most people either avert their eyes, scoff, or avoid me," he shrugged. I thought that everybody would love him when he went out! "Doesn't everyone, or at least most, like you though?!" I exclaimed while sitting on the bd, swinging my legs. We were now on his side of the room.
"Ha. Even without my face being like this or my clothes being so dark and not bright, they wouldn't like me. They don't like 'different' people.. Come on, breakfast should be serving right now." With that, he walked to the door, opened it, and left, leaving it open for me to follow.
What did THAT mean?
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