Oh dear god. Why. Why did I do this? I hate my mom, but why did I move? I wasn't ready. I'm not ready, I think as I drive to my new home, which is two towns away from the home I've been in for years. I could've tolerated my mom for a bit longer. Actually, I think, no. I couldn't. She's made my life hell and I'm glad to be rid of her.
A light pops up on the dashboard of my car. Great, I think. I'm out of gas. I see a station a couple metres up the road, so I don't panic. I pull in and fuel up. When I go I side to pay however, I'm blinded by an insane hotty. A girl smiles at me. She's blonde, tall and has big brown eyes. She thinks I'm looking at her. Ha, no. I'm looking at her boyfriend. He's as hot as the day is long, with his black Flicky hair and lip piercing, blue eyes and tall enough to sling me over his shoulder and run away into the sunset. I shake my head.
'Control your gay, frank...' I whisper to myself. The girl looks at me funny and turns away. Her boyfriend laughs, winks and smiles at me. Holy shit, I think I'm dead. Did I die? I think I did. I shake my head again and go to pay.
'That'll be $40, sir. Anything else?'
I grab my wallet and pay them, muttering my thanks as I turn. I see the guy getting into his car. Man, those jeans made his ass look goooood....I shake my head, once again. I know I'm gay but c'mon, frank! A little restraint, please. Oh, fuck it. I'd bang his brains out.
2 hours later, I arrive outside the building my apartments in. Thankfully, I'm only on the third floor and I don't have much stuff anyway. I'd already moved my big furniture like chairs and cabinets and my bed a couple days ago. Just a couple of boxes of clothes and plates, really. As I start my first journey up the stairs, I'm absolutely gob smacked. The man at the station had nothing on him. This dude was hot. Real, fucking hot. I loved him. I would gladly marry that man with the bright red hair and sexy smile. I would make him mine. I shake my head once again, telling myself to control the gayness. I wasn't ashamed of being gay, but sometimes my thinking can get a lil' pervy. Oh well.
'Hey, you want a hand? Where you going?'
Oh, my god. His voice was even sexier than his smile. And his eyes! Fuck, answer, Frank.
'Oh!- um, sure, thank you so much. I'm, uh, I'm headed to apartment 23C?'
'Oh, so you're the new guy! Well, I'm your neighbour, I guess. I'm in 24C. I'll get the door for you then help you with your next load?'
Oh. My. God. Fucking yes! I got a hot neighbour! Praise The Lord!
'Thatd be great, thank you! I'm, uh, I'm frank by the way. Frank Iero' I tried my best sexy smile, but I probably just looked like a pedophile.
'Cool name- I'm Gerard Way. You got a key?'
We'd reached my apartment by now. I honestly hadn't realised. I was staring at him, kinda like a deer in headlights.
'Oh, yeah-here!' I threw the keys at him and he unlocked the door for me, handing them back to me once he'd done so.
'Hey, uh, you don't mind if I smoke do you? 'Cause I can wait until you're gone, if you don't like it' man, I needed a cigarette. I hadn't had one in hours.
'Oh, sure, go ahead. You wouldn't mind me stealing one from you, would you?' He winked at me. I'm pretty sure my heart just melted. I simply held out the box and let him take one, and I took one myself. I lit mine, then offered him the lighter to use for his own.
'Thanks, man'
'Its all good' I say with a smile. We finish unloading my car, we talk for a good half an hour, but then he has to go. He had plans with some friends of his, what were they called again? Mikey, Mike? I don't know.
I stand in the living room. It's a small apartment. A living room, a kitchen, a bathroom, and a bedroom. A small cupboard. Oh well, I think to myself. At least it'll be easy to keep organised.
I decide to skip dinner because I'm honestly not hungry.
I switch the lights off and climb into my bed. A sense of fear starts building in my stomache, and I start crying. I wanted someone with me. I didn't want to be alone.
I should get a puppy.
