Frank was excited for college. Why? Because new year, new life, new friends, new him. He decided he's gonna work hard this year, with nothing to disturb him. His life goal was to become a veterinarian to save animal lives. He loved animals since his childhood, so he decided to choose a job that'll be involving working with them.
He opened his apartment door and stepped in inspecting his surroundings. It was bigger than he thought it would be. After years of part-time jobs, he was expecting to get something nice like this. He was even more than happy with what he got.
"You gotta sign some paper works," someone said behind him, making him jump. He then remembered that the owner of the apartment was still behind him.
He handed him a document and a pen, waiting for his signature. Frank, too excited to settle in, took the papers and signed without reading them. Too much reading, he thought.
"Thank you," the guy said closing the book and heading to the door.
"I didn't quite catch your name sir," Frank shouted before the men could close the door behind him.
"You don't need my name," and with that, the man left. Frank shrugged and headed to his room to start emptying his baggage.
He paid for the whole year, and now he was thinking of keeping it for the next year as well. It was a nice place and surprisingly cheaper than he thought it would be. But when saying cheap, it doesn't mean it was, just compared to the other apartments with nice contions like this, it was cheap. He spent most of his saved money for the whole year. He was planning on getting another job, here in New York, to replace it so he can afford another year.
His parents agreed on paying his college bills as long as he gets good grades, which is part of the reason he wants to work hard this year. If his parents stop paying for the college, he'll be kicked out because he doesn't have enough to pay it himself.
After emptying his bags, he decided to call his mom to let her know he's still alive. After a few bips, she picked up with a "hello?"
"Hey mom," he said with a grin, still exited for the apartment.
"Frankiiiie, did you get there alright? How's New York? Is the apartment as beautiful as the pictures show?" His mom asked without waiting for an answer.
"Yes, I got here alright. I don't know yet, didn't have the time to go outside yet. And yes the apartment is beautiful."
"I hope it stays that way. When I visit I expect it to be clean, ok?" She said to from the other side of the phone. "I dont want it to be like your room."
"Ok mom," he said rolling his eyes, knowing she can't see them. "Anyways, I just called to let you know I'm alright. Now I gotta go take a walk, talk to you later."
"Bye Frank." She replied. "And remember, no drugs or smoking. If you don't get good grades, we're not gonna pay for your school. I'm not gonna pay for you to get high or drunk and fail your year. I'm paying to see you succeed your year." And with that, she hangs up.
He shook his head and grabbed his jacket before leaving the apartment.
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"Is this how you're gonna spend your whole year!?" Gerard's mom yelled from the other side of the phone. "College hasn't even started and you're already late from things!"
"Chill mom... I just missed the train. No big deal, I can just take the next one, which leaves in..." he glanced at the schedule reading 11:30 pm for the next ride and at his watch, reading 4:03 and said, "in 30 minutes."
"Whatever, you missed the train, you deal with it," she said and hung up the phone.
Gerard sighed and threw his ass on one of the uncomfortable waiting chairs, turning and stretching his legs and put them on the chair next to him, blocking the little passage between the seats. People who wanted to pass gave him looks, but being the asshole he is, he flipped them off so, or they jumped over his legs, or they turned back and took the next passage.
He spent the next hours on his phone, either watching a movie or scrolling on social media. After an hour or so, he got a text from the guy he rent the apartment form.
Apartment guy: You're late
You: Ik I missed the train
Apartment guy: 1 Attached document 📄
Apartment guy: Just sign this and send it back to me and you'll be good
Gerard did as he was told, not reading any of the instructions because who does? Besides, he was too lazy to even go find a toilet to pee, let alone read a whole ass document about rules he's not gonna keep either way.
You: 1 attached document 📄
You: There
Apartment guy: I'll leave the keys under the rug. Enjoy
He liked the last message and went back to whatever he was doing. He smirked at the thought of being away from his parents. He has his "own" apartment now, he can do WHATEVER he wants without being yelled at about "my roof my rules" or whatever the line is. Oh! the parties that he's gonna throw and chicks and guys he's gonna get...
He didn't want to join a fraternity or anything since he had to cooperate with other people but that's his biggest problem. If he throws a party, it's HIS party and the attention needs to be on HIM. He can't cooperate with anyone. Let's just say he's a lone wolf.
He wanted to rent a house or something bigger, but his asshole dad decided it'll be a good punishment to rent him a small apartment so he doesn't throw parties and concentrate more on his classes. Puff, like that's ever gonna happen. How did he even get into college you'll ask? No one knows. Let's just say his dad knew someone from upstairs who managed to get him in, but we don't talk about that.
He got into the visual art program since he enjoyed drawing, but never showed his work to anyone. His sketchbook is like his diary. He never shows it to anyone. Never. It's not clear if it was out of fear of being judged or he just likes keeping things secret. He just draws everything he finds beautiful or worth enough to spend time and draw it.
After what seemed hours of waiting, the train finally arrived. It took an hour to get to New York, and after midnight he finally arrived. He took a cab to the apartment. Paying the driver, he took his baggage and went up to third floor, following the number of the apartment it said on his papers.
He lifted the rug, relieved to see the key, and unlocked the door. He went in and closed the door behind him, locking it. He opened his baggage and took his PJs, closing it back, and went straight to his bedroom. This whole waiting thing was getting too much energy out of him.
He didn't bother turning on the lights as he took off his shirt and pants, only to put on his Pyjama pants and went to bed. He noticed the bed wasn't done and thought "lazy motherfuckers didn't even bother doing the bed before leaving", but didn't think too much about it.
He was about to drift off to sleep when a scream woke him up.
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Romance"Look, I'm not gonna press any charges, just tell me what are you doing in my apartment at this hour of the night," Gerard asked with the calmest voice he could muster. The guy was cute, might even start flirting after figuring out what a cute guy l...
