Three Facts

Chapter Three

I walked into the Cemetery, stuffing my cold hands into my black hoodie pockets. It's freezing. Less then 40 degrees I'd say. I look around, of course looking for a sign of Frank. I take out my phone, seeing that it is 1:05. Frank should be here. I hope he's okay. I mean, the kid walks which scares me. He's walking...in the dark. I find myself walking back and fourth in nervousness.

I hesitatingly sit down on the hard ground, leaning my back against a random grave stone. I pull my legs up to my chest and wrap my arms around them for warmth.

"You kn-know G-Gerard. Leaning against the gr-graves is disrespectful." My head turns to look at a shivering standing Frank. He's wearing a plain black T-shirt, black fingerless gloves, and black ripped up jeans. I think of what to say, as I push myself off the ground.

"You've never called me Gerard. Only Gerd or Gee." I smirk. Frank sets the lantern down on a bench and smiles.

"Gerard's a good name." Frank crosses his arms, rubbing them for warmth.

"Cold?" Frank nods, uncrossing his arms and taking a pack of cigarettes out of his jeans pocket. He takes one out and then hands the pack to me. "Thanks." I say. Frank sits down on the wooden bench and pats a spot for me to sit next to him. I do so.

"Gee-Gerard. I'm sorry for snapping at you yesterday." I feel my heart skip a few beats. Sorry? He's not supposed to be sorry.

"Don't be." I simply respond. Frank coughs a few times, covering his mouth with his gloved hand.

"Everyone really likes you. All my brothers. T-They do." They like me? "My ma, she likes you. I heard her t-talking with dad on the phone. All good things... I know dad doesn't really care though." Frank looks at his feet as I look at the side of his face. I can tell he's struggling with words because of the cold. "And I like you." I find my mouth twitching up into a smile. It's silent for a while. Me just studying Frank's face as Frank looks down. I notice him shivering more violently. I quickly take off my sweat shirt, exposing my white T-shirt and pale arms.

"Here." I offer. I hold out my hoodie to him. Frank takes it, slipping it on. I can tell it's a bit big, which is good because it should be warm.

"Th-thank you." I nod. I see Frank take off both fingerless gloves. He holds them out to me. I smile, taking them and slipping them on my hands. They don't do much to warm me and they are a bit tight, but there Frank's.

"So, three facts?" I ask, desperately wanting to know more about the boy next to me. Frank nods.

"I'm a vegetarian." Frank responds.

"Ah, there is some good veggie pizza out there." Frank nods. I try not to ask another question about the subject and just go with the flow.

"I love coffee."

"So we can relate." I smirk. "Coffee is a beautiful thing." Frank nods. I take out my phone to check the time. It's 1:29. Where did the time go?

"Can I see?" Frank asks, motioning to my phone. I nod, surprisingly trusting him with my I-phone. I see Frank typing, which causes me to get a little nervous.

"What are you-"

"Here." Frank hands it back to me and I notice his number is now in my phone. "Fact three. That's my number. Text me." Frank smiles, getting up from the bench. "Bye Gerd." Frank walks away, lantern in hand and my jacket on his body. He leaves me with his pack of cigarettes again and his gloves. I hear him cough in the distance, but I'm sure he's okay. I just need to get home and sleep now.

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I awake with the urge to text him. Why? I don't know. He's the only thing not boring in my life right now. Just text him Gerard... I mean, he did give me his number. He told me to text him. I wonder what he's like when he texts..