The Hunter and The Vampire ➳ Frerard

10. I Don't Need No Degree To Be a Clothing Hanger

Frank's POV

It was finally Friday. I was on my way to Gerard's house after I went to pick up my guitar. I gently knocked on the door as I got there. The door opened, revealing a blond guy. I glanced at the house number to make sure it's the right house.

"Can I help you?" He said with the same poker face he had since he opened the door.

"Um... I have a school project with Gerard Way. He lives here right?" I asked. He nodded and stepped aside for me to go inside.

"Gerard! Some guy's here asking for you," he yelled as we got in the living room. We immediately heard footsteps running down the stairs. The blond guy spoke again, "wow, that was fast."

Gerard rolled his eyes and murmured a 'shut up Mikey' before he turned to me and said, "Hey Frank. We can go to my room or the basement. You choose."

"I'm okay with both," I said. I could feel the blond guy, Mikey is his name I guess, look between me and Gerard in confusion.

"I'll be in my room if you need me," he told Gerard and left.

Gerard nodded and turned back to me. "Let's go to my room," he said, heading upstairs to his room as I followed. When we got there, he noticed my guitar and spoke again, "No amp?"

"It was too heavy." I said, "We can just write the song without the amplifier, and then I'll change some parts at home if it doesn't sound right."

"Alright then." He said. He looked at the floor, thinking for a second, and spoke again, "Are bass amplifiers and guitar amplifiers the same?"

"I think yes. Why?"

"I'll be right back," he said and stormed out of the room. After a minute, he came back with an amp. "It's Mikey's, my brother. He plays bass. We can borrow it. I'm sure he doesn't mind."

"Sure, thanks," I said as we started working.

Yesterday, we already had started writing the lyrics together so we had the lyrics of the first verse ready. I took the paper and read it over and over again in my mind, forming a melody for the words. After hours of practicing and making the song part by part, I had the first verse ready. I started playing the whole thing on the guitar, singing the words under my breath. As I finished playing, I looked up seeing Gerard looking at me, his jaw dropped.

"That was fucking amazing," he said, smiling with the corner of his mouth. "You didn't tell me you were THIS good."

"Thanks," I said, blushing a little. He nodded, looking straight into my eyes.

"Frank?" He finally spoke after some time of awkward staring. I hummed, making him know I'm listening. He looked around the room, thinking if he should say whatever he's gonna say. After his eyes met mine again, he continued, "Did anyone ever tell you how beautiful your eyes are?" I froze.

"I- I don't think they did," I said after gaining enough courage. I only got things like, 'what colour is it?' followed by 'cool' or 'dope', but never beautiful. I could feel my cheeks heating up.

"Well, now I am." He said. Now, I'm sure I became a full tomato.

"I can say the same for you," I said with a smile as I looked him in his hazel eyes.

He let out a little laugh, shaking his head and murmured, "It's not the same."

It was followed by an awkward silence. I couldn't bear with the awkwardness anymore so I stood up and said, "I- I gotta go. I totally forgot. I have to meet my friends today." and started packing my guitar.