Frerard One Shots

The Coffee Shop

#4

The Coffee Shop

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Gerard's POV

It sucks being a teenager. Especially when you're seventeen, almost eighteen and you have literally no idea what to do with your life. All I have so far is that I work at this family owned coffee shop in town that was created about a year ago. It's brilliantly called Everything You Need To Survive A Monday Morning. (A/N: not an actual place, I made that up like four months ago because I want to make a coffee shop named that)

I work almost everyday and I really like it. I work with my best friend Ray Toro and my brother Mikey. Ray's family owns the shop, they let us work here because we're Ray's friends.

All we really do is talk when no one's here, which is kind of often, due to the unfortunate unpopularity of the brilliantly named shop. I love this place, and the coffee is to die for.

Just then, the bell dings, knocking me out of my thoughts. I look over to see the beautiful sixteen year old, Frank Iero, I've been crushing on for near three years.

"Here's a chance," Mikey says. "But will you take it? No." That being said, he leaves me alone to take Frank's order.

"Hey, Gerard," he greets me, a large smile plastered on his face. "How are you today?" He asks me this question everyday when he comes in, and everyday he gets the same answer.

"I'm doing good, what about you?" It's just a normal response. I mean, yeah, it's not always true, but I'm not going to rant to the boy I'm practically in love with when I have bad days. I'm pretty sure he'd hate that.

"You don't really look like you're doing good. And I'm pretty okay myself," he answers, giving a small smile. I mentally swoon at his smile, it's so adorable.

"I've just got a lot on my mind lately," I say, which is only a partial lie. I do have a lot on my mind, but most of it isn't causing me trouble because most of it is Frank and I've already come to terms with the fact that it isn't going to happen, so no troubles.

"Is it like school? I know it's your senior year and you can finally leave that place," he asks.

"Mm, I guess. I mean, I know I'm going to pass, but I suppose there's always the slim chance I won't," I answer. Why did he have to ask that? Now I'm thinking that I'm going to fail.

He nods his head and drifts his gaze to behind me. He's looking at the menu, his gaze is angled up and it's flicking up and down.

"I want to try something new today..." he mumbles, trailing off. He crosses one arm over his midsection and props the elbow of the other arm on it and places his hand on his cheek. Awe. "How about... a small chocolate chip latte?"

I smile, "Anything else?" I start to think that this could be one of those cheesy movies or a fairy tale where he answers my question with the response, "Yeah, you." But that isn't going to happen.

"Uh, no I don't think so."

I turn around, "Small chocolate chip latte!" I shout to my two friends hanging around the back. I'd do it, but..... I want to talk to Frank.

"How's junior year going for you?" I ask, taking a moment to look over his beautiful features. If I get caught doing stuff like that, I can only imagine what would happen.

"Pretty good. I hate my art teacher though," he says, sighing and walking up to lean on the counter. "I'm pretty sure she hates me, too."

He puts his elbows on the counter and props his head up on his hands. "Which teacher do you have?" I ask.