Starman (Frerard)

Chapter one, part three- "Siamese Dream"

"What?!" I lingered for a moment before coming to. "I just... Oh my god I'm so sorry please let me take you to the hospital-"

"Slow down." Said the boy- I think he was about twenty, while putting the palm of his hand up in a stop motion. I stopped rambling, My heart beating out of my chest and my breathing fast and ragged.

"Oh god..." I put my hands on my knees.

"Hey, would you please just relax?" Said the boy. I glanced up at him. He looked kind of strange- not in a bad way, but something about him was a little off. He had shoulder length red hair, obviously dyed, and hazel eyes. His face was round, and his teeth were unusually small. He wasn't too short, and wasn't too tall either, although he was taller than me. But then again, most people are. Not fat, not skinny. But even though he seemed quite average in almost every aspect, there was something abnormal about him, something that I couldn't place my finger on.

"I'm fine." He opened up his arms towards the sides, then patted his body. "See? I'm good. Just chill." I got up.

"Can I please take you to the hospital? I'm so sorry." I said, a bit calmer this time.

"No need." I stood in silence for a couple of moments.

"Well at least..." I opened the passenger seat and grabbed the first aid kit out of the glove compartment. "At least let me take care of that busted lip? It will irritate my conscious forever." I raised my eyebrows.

"Okay." The guy said nonchalantly. I opened the first aid kit, took a little cotton swab and a bottle of hydrogen peroxide, and poured some of the liquid on the swab. I came closer to the boy, and gently put the cotton swab on the wound.

"Ah!" He groaned a little. "It stings." He said, looking me in the eyes.

"I know. But it helps." I said, dabbing some more of the solution on his lip. "And can I please put some arnicare on your bruise?" I asked him. He kind of giggled and folded his arms over his chest.

"Whatever floats your boat, I guess." He said.

"Ah, great." I said, grabbing the little tube. I lifted his shirt slightly, revealing his bruised hip. It seemed quite bad, it almost looked like a galaxy, gruesomely beautiful.

I squeezed some of the cream on my fingers and put them on his bruise, rubbing it in.

"Does it hurt?" I asked, glancing up at him.

"Nah, it's all ok. No need to worry." He said, tucking a piece of the fiery red hair behind his ear.

"Ok, ok, good. Are you sure you don't want me to take you to the hospital?" I ask one last time, while putting the first aid kit back in place.

"Positive." He said confidently, smiling wide.

"So I'm going to drive you home at least, I'm not going to leave you in the middle of the woods after I hit you." I insisted.

"Wow you're persistent aren't you?" He asked me, genuinely surprised. "You're so different from the rest of them..." He murmured to himself.

"Them?" I questioned. He looked at me, then smiled.

"Well, if you must, I'd be happy to get a ride." He said, getting into the passenger seat. I got into the driver seat, and started driving out of the forest.

"What's the address?" I asked, eyes on the road in fear of running into something else.

"Uh, I'll just direct you. Do you mind?" He said, pointing at the CD stack on the dashboard. I shrugged.

"As you please." I said. He rummaged through the discs, all smiley and happy. He popped one into the CD player.

"Ah, yes!" He exclaimed, as the intro to Cherub Rock filled the silence. "Man! I love this band!" He was so amped, like he'd been deaf for a year before hearing the music.

"Yeah, they're great I said."

"Take a right here." He said. "Nearly forgot how much I love music." He said, laying his head back and smiling, singing along with Billy Corgan. He suddenly stopped and looked at me.

"What do I call you?" He asked. I glanced at him for a moment, before turning my eyes back to the road.

"I'm Frank." I answered.

"Frank..." He said, emphasizing the A. "Great name. Love how it rolls off of the tongue."

"Uh, thanks. What's your name then?" I asked him

"Turn left at the traffic light." He said, turning the music down a little. "You can call me... Call me Gerard." He said, smiling. I nodded. He was such a strange guy. But I quite liked all the energy coming off of him, it gave me a high, almost.

"Oh, great, That'll do. He said as we reached a small one story house, not far from the main block of the town.

"Ok." I parked the car and went out of it along with him. "Listen, Gerard, want my phone number? Fore insurance and stuff?" I asked him. He looked up in confusion for a couple of seconds, then tucked a piece of hair behind his ears.

"Sure." He said, taking a mobile phone out of his back pocket. I dictated the numbers as he punched them into his phone, "Cheers." He said when I was done. He started walking towards the doorway. "Thank for the ride!" He said and smiled wide, turning towards the door, getting closer to it.

"Oh, it's the least I could do. Feel free to call if you need something." I said. He stopped in his track and turned around.

"You know..." He said, "You're a really cool kid, Frank."

"Uh, thanks, I guess..." I said.

"It was my fault. I jumped in front of the car, don't you dare feel bad about it okay?" He asked, raising a brow.

"I'll try not to." He nodded, and gave me one last smile.

"Good night then." He turned and opened the door.

"Night." I said, and got back in the car. I kept listening to the same album Gerard had put into the CD player on the way home. It was a great album, I haven't heard it in a while.

As I got home and opened the door, my mom popped up right in front of it.

"Frankie! Where have you been for such a long time? I was worried you know." She said and pulled me in for a hug.

"Sorry ma, this guy jumped in front of the car, I was taking care of him." I told her. I don't tend to lie to my parents, I try to tell them everything.

"Oh my god, is he okay?" She asked, shocked, and let go of the hug. She looked me in the eyes.

"Yeah, just had a bruise and a little cut. He refused to go to the hospital, so I took care of the wounds and gave him a ride home." I told her, while opening the fridge to grab myself a glass of water.

"You really should be more careful driving in the dark." She lectured me. I nodded.

"I know Ma. I'm gonna go lay down for a while." She planted a kiss on my cheek as I grabbed my glass.

"Good night honey." She said as I was running up the stairs.

"Night, mom." I replied, closing the door of my room behind me. I chugged my glass of water, and collapsed on my bed.

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