Part 2:
Frank looks over at me through the window; I could tell he was getting impatient. I bum out my cigarette and head back inside, still clutching the sleeve of Mikey’s jacket. My self-control has restored a bit since I first laid eyes on Frank, my voice still stutters when I speak, and my hands shake with nervousness, but not nearly as bad as before. "Sorry, that was rude of me to leave you on your own." I said, trying to act like a decent human being. "Oh, it's totally fine, I see that you’re a smoker, eh?" "Yeah, it's a bad habit of mine." Crap, he probably isn't a fan of the smell of ciggerettes. Way to go screw everything up, Gerard. "Oh, really? Me too! Maybe that’s not the only thing we have in common." Frank said with a wink. I giggled this pathetic little girly giggle. Yes. He was flirting with me! He smokes, he's beautiful. Fuck, Mikey was right, maybe I am turning gay. Mom is going to kill me when she finds out. "Uhm, I'm gonna go see how Alicia is doing. See ya at home Gerard?" I could tell Mikey was feeling awkward, I almost feel bad for him. "Yeah, bro. See ya." There was an awkward silence for a few moments, thousands of questions were running through my head but I couldn't grab hold of just one.
"So, you come here often? Frank said in a sarcastic, pedophilic tone, he added an adorable smirk at the end. Dammit Gerard, you sound like a creepy teenage girl, drooling over this guy. Get it together, man. 'Ha! Yeah, I actually stop here every night on my way home from work." "Oh really? I thought I’d seen you here before." He has seen me before? I've been coming here every day for two years now and i had never seen his beautiful face before today. God, I’m such an idiot. "Listen, umm, I gotta run. My dog hasn't her dinner and she is probably getting pretty lonely." "You have a dog?!" I added emphasis on the question because I really didn't want him to leave; I needed some sort of conversation starter. "Yeah bro! Her names Sweet Pea! You can come over and see her if you want." This is it Gerard. Yu have to go, sure, Mikey is gonna freak, but it's not every day that you fall in love with someone at first sight. I wonder if he feels the same way. He must feel something though because most people wouldn’t invite a total stranger into their home. I followed Frank outside to his rusty old Ford. It was in desperate need of a wash. The inside was even worse. There wasnt even a clean seat for me to sit on, it smelled like stale cheeseburgers, alcohol, and weed. I hope he doesn't smoke weed. "Are you alright Gerard? Sorry about the mess, I don’t usually have any guests." "oh, its cool man." The rain was pounding down hard, just like my heart. What are we going to do at his house? I'm so nervous, and excited at the same time. "There it is," said Frank. "Mr. Iero's humble abode."
