Gerard is left with his own thoughts and that is never a good sign. Mixed signals and party preparation. The story is about to start getting good.
Chapter 7 – Get up and go
I was beginning to get used to the close proximity between my face and the pizza, although it was starting to burn a little.
“Gerard?” Frank laughed from beside me, it was quite high pitched but it was the cutest thing I’d ever heard.
“Mmm” I mumbled not looking up from the pizza box.
“Are you planning on coming out anytime soon?” I almost chocked. How did he know I was falling for him?! I certainly wasn’t ready to ‘come out’ yet. I’d only just found out about my feelings myself! My head shot up, consequently knocking the pizza box onto the floor, because I’m that clever. It wasn’t until I looked at Frank that I realised he didn’t mean ‘coming out’ as a gay term, he meant removing myself from the pizza box. I slapped myself straight on the face. The whole thing was a disaster but Frank seemed to find it hilarious. So, in reply, I groaned and wiped the tomato off my face. Tears were actually falling from Frank’s eyes; it really wasn’t funny, I thought, although, I had to avert my gaze because if I looked at him I’d probably laugh. Involuntarily and probably looking extremely childish, I stuck my bottom lip out.
“Ge-” Frank started, but another round of giggles encapsulated him. I crossed my arms and turned away from him, sticking my chin in the air.
“Okay, it’d be so much easier to take you seriously if you didn’t have a tomato in your hair” He managed between laughs and once again, I felt ridiculous. I threw my hands up to my head searching for the piece of salad that was supposedly stuck in my mop of black hair. Frank had stopped laughing and scooted along the bench closer to me. I swear, if someone were to analyse my body, they’d have literally seen my heart stop beating for just a second.
“Gerard?” I turned around to face him and met those beautiful eyes once again.
“Let me” And he plucked the red fruit from my hair and flicked it onto the ground before meeting my eyes again.
“I think you’re hot too by the way” He winked and I stopped breathing. I literally stopped breathing. He was so close, his breath was tickling my skin, making goose-bumps appear all over my arms.
“Thanks” I stuttered, taking a deep breath of air before I passed out.
“Anytime” He replied, his eyes smouldering. All too soon I heard a high pitched beeping, a frown crossed over Frank’s face.
“Sorry. I have to go” He murmured looking kinda upset.
“Already?” I couldn’t hide the disappointment in my voice; I didn’t want him to go.
“Umm, Gerard, it’s 10oclock” He giggled. Was it really that late? It seemed like ten minutes ago he’d arrived at my house. Time flies when you’re having fun, I thought to myself.
“Oh” I replied idiotically.
“I guess I’ll see you around?” He asked standing from the bench and wiping down his jeans.
“Umm, yea.” I said and stood up. I felt kinda awkward, I didn’t know whether we’d hug or just wave or whatever.
“Bye then” He lifted his hand in the same half-wave he’d done at school earlier and began walking in the opposite direction. I let out a huge sigh and began walking back the way we came, I managed one step before I heard the sound that part of me was waiting to hear.
“Gerard?” Frank was walking back towards me, I couldn’t stop the grin that immediately reached my face.
“Yea?” I asked, happiness evident in my voice.
“Can I have your number? It’d be easier that way, like if I have to cancel on our little ‘lesson’ or if you have to” He lifted his fingers and air-quoted the word ‘lesson’.
“Yea, okay” And with that he handed me his phone to put my number in. I quickly punched in my number and saved it under Gerard before handing the phone back.
“Cool. I’ll text you” He locked his phone and shoved it back in his pocket. Before I could get a hold of myself, he embraced me in a hug. I was in shock, so my arms hung limply around him. He giggled and pulled away, not looking back as he shouted over his shoulder, “See-ya Gee”.
I shouldn’t be left alone with my thoughts. Ever. The second I began walking, my mind bombarded me with questions and statements.
‘When’s he going to text?’ ‘He called me hot’, ‘Why did I have to make such a fool out of myself?’, ‘He called me Gee, he must feel comfortable around me’, ‘He hugged me’, ‘Will he text me tonight?’, ‘Will I see him tomorrow’ ‘He called me hot, ME. HOT. He called me hot, he called me hot, he called ME, HOT’
The thoughts wouldn’t stop, I couldn’t stop thinking about him and what had happened between us. The way he made me feel just be sitting close to me. My brain started hurting and so I had to put my headphones in and blast the thoughts out with music.
I retraced our steps all the way back to my house, pausing before opening the door. I liked the way the cool air caressed my skin and calmed me down. Sighing at my stupidity for falling for one of Mikey’s best friends. I fumbled about my pocket for my keys, finally found them and entered my house. The lights were all off, apart from the ones in the back room. The familiar musky scent of my home greeted me.
“Is that you home Gerard?” My Dad called from the back of the house.
“Yea” I called back, kicking my shoes off and placing them on the rack. I started walking towards the room, from where my Dad called me from. Both of my parents were laying on the couch, my Mom’s head was resting on my Dad’s chest; she was asleep and lightly snoring.
“Did you have a nice day?” He asked speaking quietly.
“Yea, it was good thanks” I said glancing at the television to see he was watching ‘Friends’.
“How was yours?” I added.
“Hard work” He looked back at the television and laughed at some joke one of the characters made.
“Cool. I’m gonna go to bed now” I said as I sneakily took a gulp from my Dad’s mug of coffee while he was too busy watching the screen. We said our good-nights and, after brushing my teeth, I walked down the stairs to my room. I couldn’t help but check my phone out of curiosity. Just to see if Frank had texted me. Nothing. My heart sunk a little but I shrugged it off and climbed into bed. My last conscious thought was, of course, of him.
By the end of the week, I honestly thought Frank wanted nothing to do with me after the whole, head in pizza incident. I thought back over the whole evening as I got ready for Lindsey’s party, I was such a failure of a guy. My hair was a mess, so there was no point in trying to do anything about it. I just ran my fingers through it and applied a little amount of eyeliner to my eyes. Not so that it was really obvious, but enough so that it hid the dark circles that surrounded them and quite frankly made me look like a racoon (And not even in a cool way, might I add.) I opened my wardrobe to see what I could wear and I couldn’t help but wish that Frank was going. I was starting to sound like a teenage girl. In the end I settled for a black tee, my black skinny jeans with my studded belt and a black jacket. As I looked at my reflection in the mirror, I wondered how Frank could be so perfect and I could be so, well, imperfect.
“What’s wrong now Gee?” Mikey asked hovering by my door, knowing perfectly well that I’d snap at him if he took one step into my room without permission.
“I’m sick of seeing my face.” I groaned shutting the wardrobe door to hide my reflection and turned to face Mikey. He opened his mouth to reply but I cut him off.
“And I’m allowed to be sick of seeing my face, ‘cause it’s my fucking face” I added, I was in a rather foul mood. Probably, because I hadn’t seen or heard from Frank since Tuesday.
“Whatever Gerard. Anyway, are you ready?” Mikey asked, he seemed to be bouncing on the spot, which cheered me up a little. Mikey and I weren’t ever really invited to parties, I was usually the loner kid that would get drunk by myself a lot, so he was pretty psyched.
“Yea, I’m ready.” I replied and Mikey looked at me expectantly as I slouched down on my bed.
“What?” I asked when he wouldn’t stop looking at me.
“C’mon Gerard, get up and go!” He almost sang. Man. He really was excited.
“Dude. Calm down, we have to wait for Ray and Bob, they’re giving us a lift” I got up anyway and grabbed my keys, after spraying almost a whole can of deodorant on myself.
“You make them sound like a couple Gerard” Mikey laughed between coughs.
“They might as well be sometimes Mikes” I ruffled his newly straightened hair, causing him to hit me in retaliation. That boy was such a stereotypical girl about his hair sometimes. At that moment the doorbell rang and we both sprinted up the stairs, childishly racing each other to see who could open the door first. I, of course, won.
“Um, you guys ready?” Bob asked looking from both Mikey to me with a questioning look.
“Dude. We’re. So. Unfit” Mikey managed between breaths, his cheeks were almost as red as the shirt he was wearing.
“Speak for yourself” I managed to pant back. In reply, Bob just turned around and walked to his car. Ray had already called the front seat so Mikey and I had to squish into the back.
“Bob, why is your car pink?” Mikey asked.
“It is NOT pink. It’s red. It’s just the lighting” He muttered in reply.
“Looks pink to me” Mikey whispered under his breath and Ray let out a laugh that set us all off, well, all of us except Bob, who gripped the steering wheel tightly. I felt my phone vibrate in my pocket and when I took it out to see who had texted me, my heart went insane.