Sense of Self (Frerard)

Rain (Frank's POV)

Rain. I loved the rain, I always have ever since I was a little kid. The Sound of rain was usually what I woke up to in the morning. And by the time I had woken up this morning it was raining pretty heavily. It was one of the things I liked most about living here, it was always raining. I loved a lot of things about the small town called Corrotto Paradiso, Like the name it sounded beautiful even though I had no idea what it meant.

This place was small but not small enough to where everyone knows each other. It was secluded but not so secluded that you had to drive for hours apon hours to reach the nearest large city. Everything was perfect here. except for me of course but I had learned to get over that, I had figured that I can't really change the fact that I'm a fuck up so why try.

I check my phone and realize its already 8:30.

"Shit, I have to be at the café by 8:45."

I quickly jump out of bed making my way over to my closet and grabbing a white graphic tee, my red and black flannel and some black jeans I run into the bathroom and quickly change. I didn't take a shower because 1. It's raining so I see no point and 2. I didn't have time. The café was ten minutes from my house so I had to leave in two if I wanted to be on time.

-I hate being late, I swear, I'm not going to be late- I thought frantically to myself over and over as I got dressed. I style my hair into a strange fauxhawk style. Its odd but I kind of dig it.

"Will he like it?? Maybe he'll think it's weird."

I dismiss my insecure thoughts because I don't have time to fix it. I rush through my small apartment pulling on my boots and lacing them up while somehow, at the same time, pulling on my red cardigan over my flannel.

I grab my keys, notebook, umbrella, writing supplies and head out the door. Once I'm on my way I calm down a little and walk a little bit slower opening up my umbrella and raising it over my head, shielding my items from the rain. The walk gives me time to think, so naturally I think about the one thing I always think about every day on my way to the café.

I think about him. The boy with the with the long jet black hair, the beautiful pale skin and the pretty pink lips. I go there, to the café, every day at the same time just to see him and well to get my coffee. Yes, there is other places I could get it and yes, I could just make coffee at home but why would I when he is there.

I get to the front of the shop, just in time, and take a deep breath. I slowly push open the door and hear the familiar twinkle of the copper bell that hangs above the door.

There he is. The beautiful boy that consumes most of my thoughts for most hours of my days and nights.

His head is angled upwards towards the clock. When he hears the bell his eyes shift to my direction and he offers a small grin. I always loved the way he grins because he does it from the side of the mouth, its adorable.

I close my umbrella, shake it off outside and walk in closing the door all while returning his grin.

"Good morning Gerard."

A/N

Yes i updated twice in one day ease off my ass

-Rose