ok, this is like the only Gerard love story you'll ever get out of me because theres already like a million. it gets better l8r so, keep reading
My cell phone rang and my heart skipped a beat when I saw it was Gerard. I picked it up off the dashboard, avoiding an accident with an eighteen wheeler, and flipped it open.
“Hey, Gerard, what’s up?” I said, more casually than I expected it would be. I usually got nervous around him, for some reason.
“Hey, Danica, I was just making sure you where coming, not bailing on us. You know how sad Mikey would be if you didn’t come.” He said, sarcastically. Still the same old Gerard.
“Well, I’m coming and I can’t wait to see you,” I paused, and added, “All of you. Mikey especially.”
“OK, then I’ll see you when you get here, which will be…” he meant the last part as a question.
“In about fifteen minutes, if that’s not too long.” I said, still holding on to that new found confidence. I was never this bold or outgoing. Maybe I had changed a lot.
“Can’t wait to see how you look after a decade. Hopefully you don’t look too old.” I could see his smile in my minds eye.
“Well, I know what you look like, your picture is all over the internet.” And it was true, I googled him in seven different ways, along with Frank. I concluded that everyone had grown except Frank.
“I have to go, but I’m still waiting for you to come. Se ya.” And he hung up. I just stood there, well, sat there, and held the phone to my ear. He sounded older, but still sarcastic and nerdy like school.
“Well, Gee, you might be surprised at how much I actually HAVE changed.” I said, snapping the phone shut and tossing it to the passenger seat as I turned onto the exit I was looking for. Newark here I come.