Uncontrollable

3. Wind

Frank carried on chasing after Gerard until they reached the gates of the park, where Gerard stopped and turned, dramatically making his hair swish.

"Gerard..." Frank said softly, "Are you okay?" He had seen the dried blood on Gerard's sleeve and the remains of it around his nose.

"I'm fine Frank." Gerard said abruptly which frightened Frank a smidge.

"Oh... okay," Frank's hand started to fidget with the draw strings on his grey, dull hoodie, "If something is up thought, you can tell me."

"Nothing is up." Gerard said through gritted teeth.

Once again Gerard turned and strolled away with Frank trying to keep up with him. His fast paced steps falling straight behind Gerard, while he reached back in his pocket for his lighter and cigarettes. The crisp wind sending a whoosh up his sleeves.

"Do you smoke?" Gerard asked Frank contemplating whether to offer him one.

"Um...Well...Yeah," Franks stuttered slowly as Gerard lazily waved his arm to offer him the small stick of death.

Frank brought it gently to his chapped lips and Gerard leaned in with the lighter to set it glowing. Frank took that rough breath in, shutting his eyes and calmly releasing the smoke in Gerard's direction. This made Gerard wince but decided to do it back to Frank making him give a slight smile.

"Why were those guys pushing you around?" He questioned Frank.

"Nothing really, it doesn't matter." Frank answered, obviously not telling the truth but Gerard didn't care enough to ask again and interrogate him.

The two boys drifted down a street until they came across a waist height wall where Gerard sat on and Frank hiked himself up on.

"Gerard...," Frank started up again, "Can I have your number?"

Gerard was shocked and wondered why, "why do you want it?"

"I don't know, It doesn't really matter you don't have to give it to me." Frank insisted but it just made Gerard think a bit more.

The wind suddenly let a gust nearly knock them off the wall.

Gerard placed his hand in his pocket and found a pen and a piece of paper. He wrote down his number and handed it to Frank.

"Thank you," Frank whispered trailing himself in the winds voice.

With those swift words, Gerard left Frank on the wall. He travelled back home thinking about how to get inside without being seen by his mother again. He could feel Franks eyes resting on his shoulders until he reached the corner and saw a small smile appearing on Franks small face.

By the time Gerard arrived outside his house it was already 2am which means his mother would be asleep by now. This was a huge relief for him but he still didn't want to enter through the front door as it might wake her.

He found the window to his room round the side of his house. A carefully positioned tree quite close to the window was there. After a few attempts he was able to reach the closest part to the window.

As he got closer to the window he felt the branch bend with his weight. Once again a huge gust of wind came crashing into him nearly knocking down to the floor. This brought fear to his eyes but it was also exhilarating to him. With few snaps of small twigs he reach his dusty window, drawer it open and climbed inside rather awkwardly.

His small room didn't contain much. Just the essential bed, wardrobe, desk and a small uncomfortable wooden chair. Paper was spread across the desk, floor and his bed. They were all covered in small doodles and writing. They meant nothing to Gerard now and through them off his bed and slumped himself down in it.

He lied there staring at his blank wall thinking about the rough day he had just had. Thoughts piled into his numb brain.

He thought of Frank mainly. How he seemed to feel close with he, yet he had only just met him. Surprisingly, his thoughts were interrupted by a buzz going off in his trouser pocket because he hadn't been bothered to change. He picked up the phone and saw a notification:

Meet me at the corner of Dean Street before school tomorrow.
F

It was from Frank.

@ 7.30am
F

The wind made Gerard's window rattle frightening him but it didn't take away the warm feeling he felt looking at the texts he got from Frank.

He began asking himself more questions about why Frank wanted to see him before school? and why he felt warm because of it?

This lead him to spiral of frantically overthinking. It didn't stop him of falling asleep from exhaustion though.

All through the night hisses and bursts of wind filtered the air and hit into anything in its way.