I Would Give You The Stars In The Sky-Frerard

1: Remembering Sunday

Franks POV

Why is it that there is never anything to do on Sunday? I sit there as per usual and think of what I can do on this "day of rest". Sighing to myself I realise that there's nothing for me to do except sulk in my room, so I do what any normal person does on a Sunday afternoon, I go to the local corner store and wait for someone to take pity on the "sad little guy". I'm not lucky, nobody does.

It seems  a million years has passed until I spot an awkward looking guy, leaning against the wall of the building opposite, he's smoking alone and I can't help but be drawn to him; I carefully cross the road and approach the raven haired male. "Hey man, you don't happen to have a spare do you?" I ask casually, gesturing towards the stick he holds in his mouth, the man glanced at me slightly, giving me the view of his compelling hazel orbs before he wordlessly gives me a cigarette and walks back into the building, a man of many words I see; I light the cigarette and collapse onto a nearby bench just hoping the day passes fast.

It's only 10 minutes later that the man returns, sparking up once again "what are you still doing here?" He asks in a nasal voice
"You know, looking for a window of opportunity for something radical to happen" I reply,  to bothering to hide the boredom from my voice.
"Shouldn't you be at home studying or something? It's getting pretty late" he flicks the ash that had started gathering on the end of his cigarette
Before I can answer an elderly woman excitedly runs up to the mysterious man "Mr Way?! Oh my goodness I can't believe it's you!"
"Yep, it's me..."
"Wow it's been years since anymore has heard from you, when is the next one due to be released? Before the ground holds me in it's arms I hope"
I can't help the confusion that etches it's way onto my face, what is this woman going on about? I'm a nosey little shit.
It seems that he has answered this question far too many times, running his hand through his locks he answers "well Lisa I'm going to be quite Frank, I'm having a terrible case of writers block and it's probably going to be a while until the next issue is printed. No telling when"
"Mr Way, do you mind if I call you Gerard? Gerard, it's been far too long. I know thousands are waiting eagerly for your grand return, we can only hope... farewell Mr Way" the woman, Lisa, starts defectively walking in the opposite direction. I figure that it's none of my business to intrude, so I return home with the name Gerard Way on my mind.

Google is a wonderful thing. With a simple search of 'Gerard Way' I found HOLY SHIT; scrolling through page after page I find out that Gerard is a local comic book writer and he appears to have an incredibly large following. Today I spoke to a celebrity! This will be a Sunday I remember, at least for a little while.

Hello, this is my first fan fiction that I have decided to start writing because I'm at my dads and I'm incredibly bored. I'm lacking a lot of creativity so I figured "hey, you enjoy reading fanfics so why not write one?" This will probably flop but I'll try my best.

26th December 2017