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A Snowy Love Day - Frerard - Oneshot

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     *Do not read of you are not a fan of slashes or if you are a homophobe*

     I rested my forehead on the cool surface of the café table. I was there alone and upset over that fact. I hadn't been in a relationship for months and I had no one to talk to. My friends? Oh, I had none. I was that one kid in school who was always teased for being different. I was probably one of the shortest kids in school and still am. The sides of my head were shaved and dyed red and I had a strip of hair that always hung in front of my face. I listened to punk and rock while most of the other kids at school listened to pop and rap. Oh, have I mentioned the fact I'm bi and still live at my home with my parents despite being the age 21. My parents were beginning to get concerned about my lack of human contact. A lot of the kids I went to high school with ended up going to college while I was still convinced I was going to join a band. I did, but we all kind of fell apart after the first month. Most days I spent boarded up in my room with my music blasting. Music helped me drown out the world and all its cruelties. If my music wasn't blasting I would be strumming my guitar aimlessly lying on my bed and staring at the blank ceiling.

     The coffee in my grip warmed my hands that were placed in my lap. I had my shoulders pulled up to my neck. My cheeks were cold mainly because of the harshness of the winter weather that chilled the café. I sat up and looked out the window at the swirling snow that lined the sidewalk. Cars sped expertly down the frozen street. A couple of boys began building a snowman but then became sidetracked when they started to pelt each other with snowballs. How I miss those days… the ones where you didn't have a care in the world except to have fun, where you weren't judged by your peers, and where you always thought you were invincible. Oh, what I would give to be a kid and live in my own special world again. I was too lost in day dream to notice the young man walk up to me and tap me a little hesitantly on the shoulder. He had shoulder length black hair and stunning hazel-brown eyes. His hands looked delicate like the ones of an artist.

     "Hi," he said to me a little shyly.

     "Hello. Can I help you?" I asked a little confused. Do I know this guy? I don't think so.

     "Um, well… Uhhh…" He stuttered nervously.  I cocked my head at him curiously. He took a deep breath and closed his eyes momentarily seemingly to build up his confidence. "Okay, Hello. My name is Gerard Way," he smiled and stuck out his hand. I shook it politely and replied coolly with, "Hey, Frank Iero."

     "Um I know you don't know me and I don't really know you but…" he paused and rubbed the back of his neck with the hand absent of a cup of coffee. "Um, I couldn't help from admiring you from across the room and..." he stopped there.

     "Uh, thanks…" I said a little unsure.

     "Oh no. You're not straight are you? Oh crap. What did I just do??" I could see him mentally freaking out.

     "No it's fine. I-I'm bi. Um… I must say you're pretty cute yourself." I smiled at him. He looked relieved. "Oh! Would you like to sit down?" I asked.

     "Sure, thank you," He grabbed the seat across from me and sat down. He wouldn't meet my eyes; he kept looking down at his lap or examining his coffee.

     "So, Gerard…" I started "Tell me a little something about yourself."

     "Well, um… I'm gay… well that's kinda obvious isn't it…? Um… I'm an artist I paint and draw cartoons and comics. Ah, I love coffee," He gave a slight nervous laugh. I smiled at that. He had a cute laugh.

     "Hey you wanna go somewhere a little more private?" I asked due to his obvious discomfort.

     "Sure. Where though?" He asked looking curiously at me.

     "I know a place," I smiled at him and stood up. He got up and stood at my side, he was taller than me but it's not like he was towering over me. I walked out the door and into the snow. I was happy when I saw him following me. He looked at me uneasily.

     I giggled. (Yes I giggle and I sound kind of like a girl. So what?) "You don't have to worry. I'm not going to force you into a van and rape you. I'm not that creepy." He laughed. There was that cute laugh again.

     We walked side-by-side down the frosted street. Every once in a while I would look up from the snowy ground and glance at his beautiful face. Wow! Was he gorgeous or what? I realized we were nearing our destination. I grabbed his hand and began to run. He, slightly startled, almost tripped as he tried to keep up with me. I ran to behind a grocery store onto an empty field. The grass was covered with 3 inches of snow but the trees were still visible and bare. I approached my favorite tree. It was engraved by other peoples from years before and its branches were low enough so that I could grip them and pull myself up and into the tree.

     I placed my coffee at the base of the tree. I let go of Gerard's hand and jumped and grabbed a limb. I swung my legs up so I was in the tree. I climbed higher and sat on a sturdy limb.

     "Your turn!" I called to Gerard. Gerard, a little uncertain a
t first, began to mimic my moves and a second later was sitting on a limb across from me. He smiled at me which in turn made me giggle.

     "Your giggle is adorable," He observed. I blushed and hid my face. "No, no don't hide your pretty face," He said prying my hands from my face. I looked up and him, his hand still on mine. I twisted my wrist so I could hold his hand. Now it was his turn to blush and look away. I smiled and used my free hand to turn his face to face mine. He blushed again and looked down at the snow.

     "I can't be so ugly you can't look at me," I joked. He smiled and looked up into my eyes. I let go of his hand a stood up. He looked at me peculiarly. Maybe he thought I was going to leave him. Of course I wasn't going to leave this beautiful, sweet man. I twisted my body around tree limbs so I could sit beside him on the branch. We looked into each other's eyes like in those cheesy romance movies. But this wasn't cheesy like that cheesy. Am I even making sense anymore? Agh! This boy is getting into my head. I could tell he was contemplating whether or not to kiss me inside his head so I made the move and leaned towards him and kissed him softly on the lips. I pulled back and watched his reaction. He blushed again and looked down at the ground below us. His hands clenched the bark tightly, his knuckles white. I placed my hand on top of his. He looked at me his cheeks pink. I grinned at him and placed my head on his shoulder. I felt his lips graze my head and then I felt him place his head on top of mine.

     "Frank? Does this mean we're boyfriends now?" he whispered in my ear. His warm breath tickled my neck and smelled like cigarettes and coffee.

     I smiled, "I'd love that, Gerard."
My first Frerard ever. Tell me how I did. Please no hate!
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Just one LITTLE thing... hey just met?!?!