Frerard-First Impressions 1

~Frank

I walked through the freshly fallen snow to the park. Where was he? He was supposed to meet me here at 6pm and it was already 6:10. I sat down on the bench thinking who was this mystery person? Earlier this week I had received several love letters saying he was in love with me and wanted to meet me but was too shy. The last letter I got was to meet him here at 6 and he would show himself. It was comforting to know there were other people out there like me.

It hadn't always been easy being gay. I had admitted it to my parents last year and they kicked me out of the house. Forced to live on the streets I had grown cold with anger and frustration. If my own parents didn't want me was there a reason to live? Then there were the kids at school. Somehow they had found out  I was gay and ever since then everyone had shunned me. The guys at school would beat me up in front of a crowd for fun. They would pin my arms behind my back so I couldn't fight back and  then take turns hitting me until I would bleed and cry for them to stop. Then they would throw me on the ground and leave me there and didn't give a shit if I lived or died.

I was examining my latest scars and bruises when a boy walked up and sat down next to me.

"Hey, I'm Gerard," The boy said nervously."I've been the one sending you the letters."

He was wearing a black coat, black skinny jeans, and black leather boots. His hair was midnight black and perfectly messed up in all the right ways.

When I finally found my voice I said, "Nice to finally meet you." That sounded so lame, I thought.
"I really liked the letters." You're so stupid. Try to act normal.

"Yeah, I've had a crush on you for awhile and then I saw you get beat up." Gerard motioned to the scars on my face and hands. "That's when I realized it was more than a crush. You are gay, aren't you?"

"Yeah," Was all I could manage. "I don't think I've seen you before at school. Are you new?"

"I just moved here from Summit, New Jersey. When I first got here people thought I was an emo fag and ignored me. Nobody would talk to me because I didn't act like them."

"That's pretty much what happened to me too. I first tried to fit in with everybody but I wasn't happy, so I started being myself and even though I don't have any friends I'm happier than I was."

Gerard stared at me for a while then leaned over and kissed me full on the lips. Gerard's lips were cold but tasted like peppermint. I started to kiss him back.

"I'm sorry I, I shouldn't have. I just..."

"It's okay. It was a nice kiss. I liked it." I smiled at Gerard.

"GERARD!" A voice yelled from a distance. Oh great. They probably just saw us kiss.

The figure was running towards us.

"Gerard, Mom says you need to come home now," The figure said panting. Mom?
"Tell mom I'll be home soon, okay Mikey?" Gerard looked annoyed. The boy he called Mikey ran back the way he came. "I guess I've got to go. Where do you live?"

"Ummm, I don't have a home. My parents kicked me out."

"Oh, do you want to come over to my house and talk about it?" Gerard looked hopeful.

"Sure, I've got nowhere else to go."

"Great! My mom makes the best hot chocolate and maybe you can stay for awhile."

He winked at me and we got up from the bench and started walking to his house.