Gerard and I had sat in the park talking and talking for hours. We watched people come and go, and we watched the sun fade. We watched the stars come out to play and sometimes we even sat in silence just staring at the sky. But, Gerard being Gerard always eventually broke the silence with his random ridiculous outbursts.
Gerard was ranting on about something like always right now, I wasn’t paying attention, and I was looking around the park, sighing heavily.
My eyes landed on the swing set.
“Gerard.” I mumbled, looking over at Gerard.
He stopped talking for the first time in like an hour and smiled, “Yeah?”
“Can we go play on the playground?” I asked.
Gerard looked at me with an eyebrow raised and a small smirk as if he thought I was joking, but that smirk disappeared when he realised I was being serious. “No!” He laughed.
“Come on!” I smiled, pulling myself to my feet before holding out my hand for Gerard to take. “Play grounds are always so much funer at night, Gerard.”
“I’m sure they are.” He laughed, taking my hand.
After I had pulled him to his feet I skipped over to the swing and sat myself in one.
“Sit in that one.” I told him, pointing to the swing next to mine.
“Eh.. I don’t know if I should..”
Sighing heavily, Gerard sat himself down in the swing besides me and mumbled, “I haven’t sat in this swing since I was like eighteen..”
I couldn’t help but smile at his remark and watch him cling onto the rusted chains as he begun to kick off of the ground, only lightly though.
“You make growing up seem so bland..” I mumbled, beginning to swing myself.
“It is.” He sighed. “Peter Pan didn’t want to grow up and neither do I.”
“But you have to grow up at some point, Gerard..” I mumbled.
Gerard shrugged and began to swing higher, so I did the same thing.
The cool night air flowed through my hair as I swung and it was silent between Gerard and I for a bit, I guess I could blame myself for that. Eventually, Gerard stopped swinging and just looked at me.
“What?” I asked, still swinging.
“Nothing really..” He mumbled. “It’s just.. I wish I was as young as you..”
“Why?” I asked, dragging my feet along the ground to stop the swing.
“I miss being young..” He sighed.
“I would rather be your age than mine. At least then I’d be going somewhere in life.” I told him. “I’d kill to be an adult. So many people would look upto me.”
“Metaphorically.” Gerard laughed.
“I’m not that short!” I snapped, surely blushing.
“Sure..” He chuckled.
“Hey, I still have time to grow!” I frowned.
Gerard just smirked at me.
Brining our attention away from my height, I sighed, “Let’s talk about you.”
“There’s nothing to talk about.” He shrugged.
“Sure there is. I mean, there’s got to be more things to you than I already know.”
“Well, yeah, there probably is but--”
“Tell me them.”
“Why are you so interested in me?” He laughed.
“I could ask you the same thing.” I replied slickly.
A small smirk ran across Gerard’s pursed lips, “Touché.”
“Ok, go. Tell me something I don’t know.”
“Uhm..” Gerard frowned, looking to the ground. “I have allot of flaws?”
“Everyone has allot of flaws.” I sighed, rolling my eyes.
“Ok, uhm, I’ve always wanted to be something people appreciate.” He shrugged.
“What do you mean by that?” I asked with a frown.
“Well, I give so much and I just want someone to appreciate my constant giving just for once.”
“I appreciate you.” I shrugged.
Gerard looked a little surprised by my reply, it was almost as if he had never heard anyone say that before, and he asked, “You do?”
“Sure I do. I mean, you show me nothing but kindness. What’s not to appreciate?” I shrugged. “And I’ll tell you a secret?” I smiled, beckoning him to come closer with my finger. Still clutching onto the chains of his swing, Gerard leaned in and I whispered, “You’re my best, and only, friend.”
Gerard looked into my eyes with a small smile like that was the nicest thing anyone had ever said to him and I smiled, biting my lip.
What happened next took both of us by surprise, I think.
I felt the unformillia feeling of soft lips against mine. Gerard’s mouth wasn’t open, but the taste of coffee and cigarettes still lingered on his lips, rubbing off onto my own.
Blushing, I pulled away and mumbled, “I.. I think it’s time for me to go home now..”
“Yeah.” Gerard said as he stood up, clearing his throat. “But.. You can’t walk home this late at night.. Let me drive you..”
“Ok..” I whispered.
Gerard had driven me home, but there was a thick, and I mean thick, awkward silence between the two of us. I sat in the passenger seat thinking of anything but the kiss. I tried thinking of how mad my mother would be at me when I got home, I tried thinking about my dad and wondering what he would be doing right now, but none of it worked.
When we had arrived at my house, I thanked Gerard and walked towards my front door, unlocking it and walking into the warmth of my home. Only to be greeted my mother’s enraged voice.
“Frank Iero! Where have you been? It’s twelve pm!” She snapped from the bottom of the staircase staring at me with her cold eyes, awaiting my answer.
I didn’t answer her, I just walked with my head down past her.
She grabbed my arm before I could walk on and snapped, “Answer me!”
“Let go!” I snapped, tugging my hand out of her grip. “I’m not in the fucking mood, Mom!”
Stunned, she back off and I continued storming upto my room.