Awake. The word I hated the most. It was so invading; I would never ask to be it but I couldn't prevent either. I never wished it away though which was confusing for me -I hate being confused- yet it seemed that's all I was these days awake and confused.
But no matter how terribly confused or awake I am I still have a job to go to, rent to pay, and people to make coffee for while having awkward small talk with my coworker who doesn't actually do any work. Yeah I know sounds fucking glamorous right?
I slowly push myself out of bed running my hand through the pitch black forest of knots and tangles I call my hair. The hardwood floor beneath me creaks as I make my way towards my closet which only houses dark casual clothing and a vest suit or two. Since my job didn't have a dress code I had no need to purchase anything else. I quickly throw some sort of black faded band tee and some black jeans. Soon after, I slip on some black boots and a black leather jacket with a hood, grabbing my wallet and my keys as I head out.
Walking out onto my porch I notice it's raining pretty heavily,
"Oh great it's raining," I think to myself out loud "But it's always fucking raining so I guess I can't act too surprised."
I pop up my hood over my head, too lazy to go back and search for my umbrella, since its only about a five-minute walk I figure it's not that important.
I make it inside hearing the bell of the door jingle above my head as I do so.
"Oh hey, there Gerd right on time as usual," my coworker Pete says with a cheeky grin. Me and Pete aren't really friends, don't get me wrong he is a great guy but we just don't hang out anywhere else but work so I don't call him my friend.
"I told you to stop calling me that god awful name," I say giving him a small grin in return
"Okay, fine how bout Gerardo or Geester or-"
"How bout you get off your ass and help me set up these tables before costumers start showing up," I say with a laugh.
"Fine, fine." he says rolling his eyes and getting up to assist me.
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After about twenty minutes I return back to my post behind the counter and I check the clock.
"8:45 he should be here any minu-"
My thoughts where cut off by the small jingle of the bell. I look over at the door and there he was, the boy who had come into this odd bookstore café every day at the same time for as long as I could remember, the boy with the black hair and the tattoos the boy with the childlike voice but the powerful attitude there he was standing there. Frank.
A/N
There done. Short and sweet. First chapter jfc. I love writing but I suck at It anyways here it is, enjoy fuckers.
-Rose
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Sense of Self (Frerard)
Fanfiction"I love the rain because it's nice." "No, you love the rain because I love the rain." Gerard's a lonely self loathing asshole and so is Frank .... enjoy :)
