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Living The Dream!
0 ReviewsSequel of "Fantasy Into Reality?" Frank and Gerard are living the fantasy, but how good could it get?
Frank POV
I’ve been living in America for 4 years now, and not once have I ever been unhappy.
I’m an 18 year old English graduate.
You know 4 years ago when I travelled to the USA for the first time to meet Gerard? Well over that summer of hanging out and getting to know each other and sprouting a very long-lasting and wonderful friendship, so in conclusion I decided that when I finished my GCSE’s back in England for 2 years then I’d move to America where I could either go to high school for another 2 years and graduate with a high school diploma or go straight into a job which I could earn money for a good college.
Although I wasn’t sure what I wanted to do as a job I would probably go to college and study music or art.
Anyway, after those two agonising years of finishing school back in England and not being able to see Gerard, yeah we still talked online but it just wasn’t the same after spending the summer in each other’s company.
I finished school then over the summer after finishing I planned everything out into moving to the USA.
Updating my passport, applying for a VISA for 2 years, packing up everything that I needed to take; the usual clothes and important belongings to be to remember my home by and family.
I was so grateful to Gerard and his family for letting me live with them rent free and Gerard and I shared a room together.
It was hard to leave my country because America was definitely different to the UK on a number of reasons: life style, food, weather and how people treated you.
Considering I came from England the American’s loved my accent, well some of them did.
When I was at high school with Gerard for 2 years some of the students stereotyped us (as usual) but they were more extreme with the name calling and pushing and shoving, then there was my accent, as I said before some American’s liked my accent but other’s seemed to take the all mighty piss at it.
Like from the TV shows which were made in the USA and they’d have their own impression of the English accent which, seemed to piss all the English off, yeah it hurts.
High school was hard but you had to get used to it and make do with the friends you had and the sort of family you lived with.
Yes friends, Gerard and I are still friends.
It’s kind of hard to admit to myself but I do like him… a lot.
We know everything about each other and we were so close and in some crazy but awesome way I grew to develop feelings for him.
The debate of whether he liked me back, well I was for sure he didn’t but you never know.
“Frank, what do you want to do tonight?”
We were sitting in our room watching the TV and eating noodles, the usual Saturday night I suppose.
“I don’t mind” I replied back not exactly bothered what we do, silly but just sitting here with him makes me happy.
Okay then, we’ll go out to the movies” said Gerard turning to me with a mouth full of noodles.
“Yeah sure” movies… sounds fun.
I’ve been living in America for 4 years now, and not once have I ever been unhappy.
I’m an 18 year old English graduate.
You know 4 years ago when I travelled to the USA for the first time to meet Gerard? Well over that summer of hanging out and getting to know each other and sprouting a very long-lasting and wonderful friendship, so in conclusion I decided that when I finished my GCSE’s back in England for 2 years then I’d move to America where I could either go to high school for another 2 years and graduate with a high school diploma or go straight into a job which I could earn money for a good college.
Although I wasn’t sure what I wanted to do as a job I would probably go to college and study music or art.
Anyway, after those two agonising years of finishing school back in England and not being able to see Gerard, yeah we still talked online but it just wasn’t the same after spending the summer in each other’s company.
I finished school then over the summer after finishing I planned everything out into moving to the USA.
Updating my passport, applying for a VISA for 2 years, packing up everything that I needed to take; the usual clothes and important belongings to be to remember my home by and family.
I was so grateful to Gerard and his family for letting me live with them rent free and Gerard and I shared a room together.
It was hard to leave my country because America was definitely different to the UK on a number of reasons: life style, food, weather and how people treated you.
Considering I came from England the American’s loved my accent, well some of them did.
When I was at high school with Gerard for 2 years some of the students stereotyped us (as usual) but they were more extreme with the name calling and pushing and shoving, then there was my accent, as I said before some American’s liked my accent but other’s seemed to take the all mighty piss at it.
Like from the TV shows which were made in the USA and they’d have their own impression of the English accent which, seemed to piss all the English off, yeah it hurts.
High school was hard but you had to get used to it and make do with the friends you had and the sort of family you lived with.
Yes friends, Gerard and I are still friends.
It’s kind of hard to admit to myself but I do like him… a lot.
We know everything about each other and we were so close and in some crazy but awesome way I grew to develop feelings for him.
The debate of whether he liked me back, well I was for sure he didn’t but you never know.
“Frank, what do you want to do tonight?”
We were sitting in our room watching the TV and eating noodles, the usual Saturday night I suppose.
“I don’t mind” I replied back not exactly bothered what we do, silly but just sitting here with him makes me happy.
Okay then, we’ll go out to the movies” said Gerard turning to me with a mouth full of noodles.
“Yeah sure” movies… sounds fun.
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