Spaghetti [frerard]

Ch 1// franks POV

           It was just another day at my dads restaurant. I sat around and waited for him to come...the gay guy with the raven hair. He came every day, and besides him we really had no other customers. If we do it's usually on Sunday's when some come (rarely any people)to eat after church lets out.
       So to say we had few people come was an understatement and to say we were poor was an even bigger one. We had no car and a minimalist amount of furniture in our home, if you could even call it that.
      Our house was really just the second story of our restaurant, ...it was small but I loved it. All the walls were white and there was only a living room, two bedrooms, and a bathroom. I've learned to enjoy the small things in life though... Like our house, and the scruffy grey and white dog  that always visited our run down restaurant. I named her sweet pea after a while sense she came here so much and I even asked my dad if we could keep her. But of course he just shook his head replying "no Frankie you know we can't afford a dog...we can barley take care of ourselves. How would we feed it and take it to the vet every month?"
      Ding! I hear the bell of the front door ring notifying me that gerard was here. I learned his name after a while because as I said earlier....he comes here so often that I've tended to learn things about him...like I learned that his favorite colors red and that he loves Black Flag almost as much as I do. We're kind of like friends if you could even call it that...I mean I pretty much know the mans life story so....
        I blink myself out of my dream land and back into reality running up to the front counter to greet our lovely customer. I smile at the raven boy and guide him to the seat that he sat at every time he came. It was in the back corner where a huge window sat. "So,what would you like to eat today Gee?" I ask chuckling a bit and swaying on my heels.
        He taps his mouth looking through the menu. I'm surprised he hasn't memorized the whole damn thing by now. Finally he comes to a conclusion in his strange mind and turns to me to pour out his answer "I'll have the usual please and thank you." I nod pointing a finger gun at him "got cha...I'll be out with your order shortly Gee." He nods giggling "k, thanks Frank." and then turns to look out the dirty glass window.
       I walk to the kitchen...well more like skip while humming to my favorite song embarrassingly. I then proceed to lean on the door frame while spitting out the order to my father "spaghetti with a side of garlic sticks." He nods "the usual I see?" I nod grinning  "yes, indeed."
            I then proceed to walk his food to him along with water, aka the only thing the man ever drank. I place the bread basket and glass bowl on his table then sit across from him. "Now tell me, why do you come here so often? Like...everyday to eat?" He shrugs "I like it here, it reminds me of how my dad used to cook and the aesthetic of it all gives me a warm feeling." I nod resting my head on one of my hands placed harshly on the table. "Interesting, you know...I really should thank you." He tilts his head to the side dabbing his mouth with his napkin. "And why is that?" I shrug "well, you kind of pay our bills around here." He gasp "really!" I smile and nod replying "yep."
             He frowns and looks as if he's deep in thought.  I sigh and slide out of the booth "okay well, I'm gonna go...see you around." I step outside lighting a cigarette...something I really needed right now. I couldn't help my mind from wondering and I begin to think what if gerard never came back here? Also, what's going to happen when my dad passes away and it I'm left alone with little money and a filthy restaurant. I shake my head...I need to stop thinking. I wish that was possible...to just shut my mind of completely..It would be so lovely.