To The Last Parade

Three

I stared blankly at him. Mikey said something that probably wasn't important then mama said something to me but my eyes wouldn't remove themselves from the boy. I toned out all noises and uncontrollably stalked him like a creep. I tried oh so desperately to look away but my stupid mind pulled me right back again.

Frank extended his hand and said,

"Thank you very much; it's nice to meet you."

"Huh?" I questioned, grinning like a dork. Mama slapped her forehead in frustration.

"Oh hi I'm Jared- I mean Gerard." I stumbled with my words. Mama dropped her jaw and widened her eyes with a rather angry look clouding over her.

"Yeah I know." Frank said.

"Did you miss introductions?" Mama snapped. I guess I'd already been introduced. Now what had I agreed to? I couldn't stay with this boy anymore, he was slowly draining the last bit of remaining sanity from my brain drop by painful drop.

"Mama, I'm going to bed." I faked a yawn to seem more believable.

"Great, show Frank that way." Mama told me.

"What?" I mummbled in confusion.

Mama rolled her eyes and pointed to Frank.

"Oooohhh... right." I played along due to my superior acting skills... hehehe.

"So what's your story?" Frank eagerly questioned while rushing up to my side.

"Oh um... me?" I muttered out quickly.

"No. I was talking to that guy." Frank explained, pointing over to the hallway wall.

I looked behind me to see nothing.

"Huh? There's no one there." I was confused as to who he may have been talking about.

He stopped walking and groaned, rolled his eyes, placing two fingers on his temples on either side of his head, rubbing circles.

"Yes, you. What's your story." Frank repeated with a small chuckle.

I felt like a retard at the moment. He was fuzzing up my train of thought and placing barriers in the set track, forcing me to take constant, confusing detours.

"Oh, well, um... well I grew up here with Mikey. We had a happy family. Mama is amazing and dad was great." I mumbled.

"Was?" Frank questioned in curiosity as we entered my bedroom. It was plain with a desk scattered with sketches and various writings I'd made. I also had a record player set up on my dresser. Other than that, there was no unique elements.

"Yah... my dad died a while ago." I said.

"Oh I'm sorry." Frank frowned. "You can have my dad."

"Hah." I chuckled. "You seem to care about him very deeply." I teased.

"Yah. I sure do." Frank stated sarcastically. Then we both went silent and his golden brown eyes met mine.

I quickly snapped out of it and went over to sit on my bed.

He plopped down on my desk chair across from where I sat as Mikey entered the room.