Tbp!Gerard (white hair)
Tbp!frank
Gerard's POV
I always loved autumn; how the plants would die, how the earth would have a cool breeze, how the sky is mostly grey, and how the roads would look deserted.
The crows would hawk at nothing in particular while they're standing on the dead trees. The rivers would be rapidly moving because of the downpours the clouds would offer. Puddles of water mixed with a little bit of gasoline would fill the potholes on the sides of the roads.
It always seems to be quiet in the fall.
Peaceful and silent.
Just the way I like it.
I was sitting on the swing set at a park, looking up at the grey, cloudy sky.
It looked like it wanted to rain. Possibly even storm. But I'm not complaining.
I love dreary days like this.
I was wearing only a light jacket over my David Bowie shirt, so as the wind blew, I could feel goosebumps forming fast. I shivered, but didn't move.
It was only me at the park, considering it was Halloween day and everyone was getting ready to go trick or treating, or getting ready to get sloppy drunk at a party.
I looked down at my feet, looking over my "what are those" shoes.
I really need to invest in some new clothing.
I looked back up when I felt a raindrop hit the top of my head. I shivered again at the coolness and ran my gloved hand through my white hair.
The gloves I was wearing hardly benefited me. The fingers were cut off above the knuckles. And with me holding onto the cold metal chains of the swing doesn't help the numbness in my fingers.
I looked at my hand and my fingers. They were so pale; I really needed some sun.
But just because I need it doesn't mean I want it.
I only ever go outside when the sun is hiding behind the grey clouds. For some reason, it makes my day brighter.
I looked off into the distance and noticed somebody walking my way.
The person was wearing nothing but black. They were wearing a hoodie- at least from what I could tell- and their head was down.
I waited until they got closer to speak up.
"Better keep your head up; you'll run into something." I said to the boy.
He looked up and that's when I got to see his face.
His eyes were droopy but his lips were turned into a slight smile. I noticed a lip ring and a nose ring he wore which I thought was cool.
I could never get piercings or tattoos.
Ever.
He stared at me with his mouth hanging a little, but didn't say a thing.
"You also might wanna close your mouth before you catch a fly." I smiled.
