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The new pair of friends, Gerard and Frank, spend New Years with only each other.
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Yey, next chapter! I'm so glad that you guys reviewed and stuff! I put up the last chapter to my other fic. so please review that one still! =) Don't get over excited darlings, this chapter is merely fluff and stuff. We can get to other things later, I want to actually build a story here. Anywho, R&R please!
-Finch
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So we walked along the sidewalk, the winter air tossing our hair every which way. I stayed looking at the ground, examining the cement. It was all the same, pale, rough cement laid in an endless trail of squares. It was really starting to bore me, so I snuck a look at Frankie. He was kicking a little pebble he had picked up along the way, spluttering it forward with every step he took. It was just kind of cute to me.
"Where are we going?" He asked like an impatient little boy.
"I don't know." I told him.
I never knew where I was going so why should I know now?
"Can we watch the ball drop on TV?" He asked, looking at me hopefully.
I agreed and we decided to make out way to my house. Since there was no one home, as usual, we were free to do whatever we wanted. Wow, I sound like a pervert. I should really stop thinking about these things. I knew I was bisexual, but only a little bit. Why did I find Frank so attractive?
I had never really had these thought about a guy before. Lord knows what I would do to him if he let me. I wanted to tell myself that I saw something deep inside of him, and that's why I found myself so immediately in love with him. And maybe that was part of it, but I just could keep the thought 'He's so fucking hot' out of my mind. What was fucking wrong with me? I was never into one night stands unless I was drunk and it was a girl. But I was completely sober, maybe a little hyped up from the coffee, but still sober. Not to mention that this was a GUY. A fucking guy! Fucking guy. Fucking a guy. Fucking Frank- Oh my God what the fucking hell?! I seriously needed to get my mind off of him.
The walk to my house seemed long. There was an uncomfortable awkwardness between he and I. I didn't want there to be any awkwardness, I wanted him to be happy that he had met me. I usually don't just take random people to my house, but he seemed in need of company just as much as I did, it was just human nature.
We finally arrived at the house, I kicked off my shoes by the front door and made my way into the kitchen. Frank stood still in the doorway,
"Take your shoes off and sit down for Christ's sake." I laughed a little to myself.
"O-okay." He said, untying his shoes and placing them neatly by the door.
Frank walked over to the couch, sitting in front of the TV, staring at it's blank screen. Maybe he was waiting for me to come sit down with him? I wanted some alcohol tonight and there was no stopping me from getting it out. I walked to the couch with a bottle of my favorite vodka. I sighed as I opened up the top, taking a large swig and almost cringing at the warm sensation. I wanted to be polite so I held it out to Frank,
"Oh. I don't drink." He said, shrugging.
"You don't drink?" I asked, curious as to how someone could stay away from it.
"Uhh, I just... don't like it." He said rubbing the back of his head.
I knew from that point on that there was going to be a lot of secrets being kept from me. I figured that since Frankie wasn't drinking that I should put the vodka away, I wanted to be polite, after all. He smiled as I sat back down on the couch and flicked the TV on, there was still half an hour before the ball dropped. The guy on TV was doing some kind of segment on New Years kisses, you know, when you get that one special kiss when the ball drops. It wasn't until then that I started thinking about how much I wanted that kiss to be Frank's.
Frankie just stared at the screen, pretending not to notice what they were talking about. Why was I getting so overwhelmed? I didn't even know if Frank was into me, let alone bi or gay. I was getting way too ahead of myself here. I needed to calm down.
"Hey Gerard?" He asked me, still staring at the TV.
"Yes?"
"Do you think I'll ever see you again?"
"What do you mean?"
"Well, after tonight, will I just go back to being a stranger?"
"Of course not. I can just call you anytime I want, right?" I stared at him, he looked kind of troubled.
If we were going to be friends then he was going to have to stop hiding things from me. Maybe he thought that I couldn't tell, but I totally knew when something was up.
"I... I don't have a phone." He told me.
I could tell he was lying, but why?
"Look if you don't want me to call you-"
"No! Really, I don't have a phone!" He seemed stressed out now.
Throughout my whole life I've been lied to and lied to, it wouldn't really make a difference if Frank lied to me too. I should just give up and enjoy the time that I had with him now, right?
"Oh..." I said, looking back to the TV and sinking down into the couch.
We continued to watch the little segments and interviews with party-goers as we waited for the ball to drop. It was hard to keep from getting a boner just from fucking sitting next to Frank. He really was the hottest thing that I'd ever seen in my life. I just wished that I could see him again someday, but I knew that it was highly unlikely.
Time passed quickly as I got lost in staring at him,
"The balls going to drop!" Frank said, his eyes lighting up.
"You seem really excited for New Years, Frank." I told him, laughing a little to myself.
"Well... I haven't seen the ball drop in years. I just haven't gotten around to it I guess." He said, smiling widely at me.
I smiled back happily. I wanted Frankie to be happy today, he deserved it, I could tell. I was interrupted by the starting of the countdown. I watched as the crowd screamed each number, each time the number got smaller and smaller, and I seemed to get more nervous. When the countdown his 3 I felt Frank grab my hand. 2 he turned to look at me. 1 his lips pecked mine softly.
"Happy New Years." He said, looking up at me, unsure what I would do.
I looked down at him and smirked. My smile was happy but my eyes were sad. I just wanted to smother him. That was the most magical three seconds of my life. Throughout my whole life, all the parties and all the women I've slept with, this New Years was the best.
"I should get going." He said, thinking that I didn't like the kiss.
"No-" I said grabbing his arm as he stood up.
"Er... Can I meet you tomorrow? At the coffee shop?" I scratched the back of my head and let his hand go.
"Yeah. Meet me there at 11:00 AM, okay?"
"Okay."
He started to head out the door and everything faded into each other. I tried to look at him before he left but he had already darted out the door, I could hear him running from inside the house. His running slowly faded and I flopped down on the couch, quite content with my New Years.
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DUUUUUUUUUUUUUUDE. That was a fucking short chapter. I really hope I don't get into the habit of making short chapters, that would really suck major BALLS. Well it's really hot here and I just needed to finish this up to I think heat+sickness+anger+needed to get it done made this TOTALLY suck. So it'll get better eventually, I promise!
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-Finch
-Finch
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So we walked along the sidewalk, the winter air tossing our hair every which way. I stayed looking at the ground, examining the cement. It was all the same, pale, rough cement laid in an endless trail of squares. It was really starting to bore me, so I snuck a look at Frankie. He was kicking a little pebble he had picked up along the way, spluttering it forward with every step he took. It was just kind of cute to me.
"Where are we going?" He asked like an impatient little boy.
"I don't know." I told him.
I never knew where I was going so why should I know now?
"Can we watch the ball drop on TV?" He asked, looking at me hopefully.
I agreed and we decided to make out way to my house. Since there was no one home, as usual, we were free to do whatever we wanted. Wow, I sound like a pervert. I should really stop thinking about these things. I knew I was bisexual, but only a little bit. Why did I find Frank so attractive?
I had never really had these thought about a guy before. Lord knows what I would do to him if he let me. I wanted to tell myself that I saw something deep inside of him, and that's why I found myself so immediately in love with him. And maybe that was part of it, but I just could keep the thought 'He's so fucking hot' out of my mind. What was fucking wrong with me? I was never into one night stands unless I was drunk and it was a girl. But I was completely sober, maybe a little hyped up from the coffee, but still sober. Not to mention that this was a GUY. A fucking guy! Fucking guy. Fucking a guy. Fucking Frank- Oh my God what the fucking hell?! I seriously needed to get my mind off of him.
The walk to my house seemed long. There was an uncomfortable awkwardness between he and I. I didn't want there to be any awkwardness, I wanted him to be happy that he had met me. I usually don't just take random people to my house, but he seemed in need of company just as much as I did, it was just human nature.
We finally arrived at the house, I kicked off my shoes by the front door and made my way into the kitchen. Frank stood still in the doorway,
"Take your shoes off and sit down for Christ's sake." I laughed a little to myself.
"O-okay." He said, untying his shoes and placing them neatly by the door.
Frank walked over to the couch, sitting in front of the TV, staring at it's blank screen. Maybe he was waiting for me to come sit down with him? I wanted some alcohol tonight and there was no stopping me from getting it out. I walked to the couch with a bottle of my favorite vodka. I sighed as I opened up the top, taking a large swig and almost cringing at the warm sensation. I wanted to be polite so I held it out to Frank,
"Oh. I don't drink." He said, shrugging.
"You don't drink?" I asked, curious as to how someone could stay away from it.
"Uhh, I just... don't like it." He said rubbing the back of his head.
I knew from that point on that there was going to be a lot of secrets being kept from me. I figured that since Frankie wasn't drinking that I should put the vodka away, I wanted to be polite, after all. He smiled as I sat back down on the couch and flicked the TV on, there was still half an hour before the ball dropped. The guy on TV was doing some kind of segment on New Years kisses, you know, when you get that one special kiss when the ball drops. It wasn't until then that I started thinking about how much I wanted that kiss to be Frank's.
Frankie just stared at the screen, pretending not to notice what they were talking about. Why was I getting so overwhelmed? I didn't even know if Frank was into me, let alone bi or gay. I was getting way too ahead of myself here. I needed to calm down.
"Hey Gerard?" He asked me, still staring at the TV.
"Yes?"
"Do you think I'll ever see you again?"
"What do you mean?"
"Well, after tonight, will I just go back to being a stranger?"
"Of course not. I can just call you anytime I want, right?" I stared at him, he looked kind of troubled.
If we were going to be friends then he was going to have to stop hiding things from me. Maybe he thought that I couldn't tell, but I totally knew when something was up.
"I... I don't have a phone." He told me.
I could tell he was lying, but why?
"Look if you don't want me to call you-"
"No! Really, I don't have a phone!" He seemed stressed out now.
Throughout my whole life I've been lied to and lied to, it wouldn't really make a difference if Frank lied to me too. I should just give up and enjoy the time that I had with him now, right?
"Oh..." I said, looking back to the TV and sinking down into the couch.
We continued to watch the little segments and interviews with party-goers as we waited for the ball to drop. It was hard to keep from getting a boner just from fucking sitting next to Frank. He really was the hottest thing that I'd ever seen in my life. I just wished that I could see him again someday, but I knew that it was highly unlikely.
Time passed quickly as I got lost in staring at him,
"The balls going to drop!" Frank said, his eyes lighting up.
"You seem really excited for New Years, Frank." I told him, laughing a little to myself.
"Well... I haven't seen the ball drop in years. I just haven't gotten around to it I guess." He said, smiling widely at me.
I smiled back happily. I wanted Frankie to be happy today, he deserved it, I could tell. I was interrupted by the starting of the countdown. I watched as the crowd screamed each number, each time the number got smaller and smaller, and I seemed to get more nervous. When the countdown his 3 I felt Frank grab my hand. 2 he turned to look at me. 1 his lips pecked mine softly.
"Happy New Years." He said, looking up at me, unsure what I would do.
I looked down at him and smirked. My smile was happy but my eyes were sad. I just wanted to smother him. That was the most magical three seconds of my life. Throughout my whole life, all the parties and all the women I've slept with, this New Years was the best.
"I should get going." He said, thinking that I didn't like the kiss.
"No-" I said grabbing his arm as he stood up.
"Er... Can I meet you tomorrow? At the coffee shop?" I scratched the back of my head and let his hand go.
"Yeah. Meet me there at 11:00 AM, okay?"
"Okay."
He started to head out the door and everything faded into each other. I tried to look at him before he left but he had already darted out the door, I could hear him running from inside the house. His running slowly faded and I flopped down on the couch, quite content with my New Years.
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DUUUUUUUUUUUUUUDE. That was a fucking short chapter. I really hope I don't get into the habit of making short chapters, that would really suck major BALLS. Well it's really hot here and I just needed to finish this up to I think heat+sickness+anger+needed to get it done made this TOTALLY suck. So it'll get better eventually, I promise!
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-Finch
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