Frank's P.O.V
The double doors swung open, revealing an enchanting orchestra of violins. Several dozen tables were laid with classy champagne glasses and random sets of cutlery. A waiter, dressed in a rather tight tuxedo, approached me with two leather menus and a closed notepad.
"How can I help....you ",trailing off as he noticed me standing by myself. His face showed me a judgemental expression as it to say 'Why are you here by yourself'.
My eyes travelled up and down the man, observing the way he looked, the way he stood, the way he talked. I wanted to find out as much as I could about him. Fuck me, who did I think I was, Sherlock Holmes!? He stood with his back slightly hunched, leaning all of his weight on his right foot. His unnaturally red hair was slicked back, besides one piece; which hung in-between his abnormal hazel eyes. He had rather pale skin, much like mine and also looked around my age. His cockeyed name badge presented the name 'Gerard'. Gerard. Gerard....I liked the name Gerard. It suited the peculiar red-haired character. I liked the way it sounded.....Gerard......
"Erm..excuse me sir?" The waiters polite voice interrupting my deep trail of thought.
"Ugh..erm..sorry what did you say?" I exclaimed, slurring my words slightly.
Gerard chuckled quietly, "Right this way", pointing his arm in the direction of the seating area. I shyly followed him, twiddling my thumbs nervously.
"So.....sir....are you dining alone tonight?" Gerard asked, turning towards me, looking genuinely curious.
"Oh...ah well... I... I'm waiting for Beth... I mean my date, girlfriend to show up", I murmured.
His face dropped slightly at my answer.... What was that supposed to mean?
"Hrmm.." his nose crinkled slightly. Hah, I found that slightly adorable. We approached a small table in the corner of the room, laid with a lighted candle and napkins folded in the shape of a flower.
"You like it?" Gerard asked, gesturing a hand towards the impressive origami
I nodded my head, a small smile appearing on my lips
"Yeahhh... origami is a sort of hobby of mine", said Gerard, slowly running a hand through his slightly greasy hair.
"You did this?" I exclaimed, my eyes wider than usual "Dude, that's fricking awesome!"
I heard a faint chuckle as I took my seat.
"Can I get you a glass of......"
"Ah, just water please" I replied.
Gerard grinned, one side of his crooked smile being higher up than the other.
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Finishing my second glass of water, I glanced down at my watch. Damn... Beth was exactly 1 hour and 7 minutes late. It seemed like she wasn't even going to turn up.
Looking over my shoulder, I could see Gerard strutting towards me, my bowl of salad in his hand. He placed the food down infront of me, but instead of walking away or seeing to another table, he sat down opposite me.
"Sooo...." he sang, placing a hand underneath his chin and resting his elbow on the table. "Did ya get stood up or summit?" Gerard smirked.
I just stared back at him, extremely confused and surprised.
"What's your name then, Mr?" He asked, still smirking.
"Shouldn't you be working?" I questioned him, still very shocked.
"Oh, that's a strange name you have there, Mr. Shouldn't You Still Be Working!" Gerard laughed to himself, obviously quite pleased with his little joke he just made.
"Ha...urmm... My name is Frank" I chuckled.
"Ah.... nice name! I'm Gerard, Gerard Way" he tilted his head to one side.
"Yeah I noticed.." I said, nodding my head at his small, white name tag.
"Soooo....", Gerard said whilst drumming his fingers on the table "Tell me about yourself."
I waited a moment and then replied, "Well there's not much to tell really, ermm.... I'm 17 years old, my birthday is on Halloween, I play the guitar, I'm vegetarian and I got stood up tonight"
Gerard grinned, "I'm 19, going on 20, I like to dye my hair, obviously, I sing and play piano and I'm about as straight as a circle," he chuckled, flicking his long hair with his hand and pouting rather girlishly.
This didn't bother me at all, the fact that Gerard was gay. It actually didn't change the way I thought of him at all. If someone was to ask me about my sexuality, I would reply within a split second - 'straight'. I have actually never told anyone that I'm bisexual and I don't intend on telling anyone anytime soon. I get bullied enough at school. I certainly didn't need the nickname 'Faggot' as well.
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I sighed, standing up from my seat. I didn't intend on staying here any longer, as Gerard the waiter had left the table 23 minutes ago. Shuffling out of the doors and down the street, I checked my pocket for my phone. Panic rushed through me as I realised that my wallet was no longer there, next to my phone. I ran as fast as I could back down the street and into the restaurant, pushing past an unfamiliar waiter. I paced over to the far-away table I was sat at and released a loud sigh. My wallet was no longer there. Before I could become hysterical with fear, a warm hand grasped my shoulder. I span around to see Gerard facing me.
"Don't worry I picked up your wallet" he grinned, handing my wallet to me.
I let out a sigh of relief and thanked Gerard countless times.
"No problem kiddo" Gerard winked and patted me on the arm.
Chuckling, I checked inside my wallet. As I looked through the compartment where I kept my money, I found a small piece of folded up paper. Once opened, the paper showed a cell number. The bottom of the paper was signed, with Gerard's name. I turned around quickly, wondering why Gerard slipped me his number. Gerard was stood about 10 metres away from me, hands in his pockets and grinning wider than ever.
I guess I'll be speaking to Gerard again sooner or later then...
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Sorry if the first chapter went on a bit. The next one will most likely include both Frank and Gerard's P.O.V
