Paint Your Emotions; Chapter Three.
"Thanks guys!" I said waving to everyone and handing to my car. Tonight had been interesting. I found out that Erin grew up with Bob and Ray and she told tons of embarrassing stories about them. Once Ray jumped off the roof, and into the pool and ended up breaking three rips. We all laughed at that. Yet, the one guy I had went for, I barely found out anything about.
Frank sat quiet the whole time, sipping his tea and staring out the window. I even tried to get him involved in the conversation, which again, failed. All he did was shrug his shoulders most of the time.
It bothered me all night.
***
My sketchpad is my life. All I need it my sketchpad. I don't need friends or relationships. Just my sketchpad, just that.
I groaned, my way of getting myself motivated for my class homework was failing. "Draw a comic strip of superhero." How the hell am I suppose to do that?! If she'd asked me that five years ago I could of gladly done it in a quick second, but no! She gave it to us now. Now of all the times in the world.
"You've been groaning for the last three hours! Shut up!" Ray yelled, taking his eyes off his zombie slaying game.
"You don't understand! I can't think or anything!" My hand threw my paper across the room, it hitting the wall with a loud 'thud'.
Ray rolled his eyes, "I told you the teacher was a prick. Whatever she gives them is hard."
This wasn't hard though. This was the simplest thing she could of given us.
"It's superheros." I mumble.
"Superheros? Really? Just create some sexy girl punk rocker with wings and say she seduces guys with her sweet legs."
"I can't draw a girl like that, ew." He shrugged and started playing his game again.
He did give me a idea though, I picked up my sketchpad and grew the last thing I had ever wanted to draw at this time. I drew Frank.
His neck, his cheeks, his tattoos. I drew them from memory, the way the scorpion and the way it curved up the side of his neck perfection. The way it just seemed to need to be there.
Oh man, I'm such a creeper. I was getting to his hair when all of the sudden Ray goes, "Are you drawing Frank?"
I slammed my sketchbook shut, "No!"
Ray grinned wide, "Bullshit! You crushing on my little man, Way! Aren't you?"
"No! No!" I shook my head quick but he grabbed my book and started flipping through it, "Dude, you got him perfect. Should I tell him for you? He hasn't had someone like him in years."
"No, Ray! Give it back! It's just a drawing!" He held the book above his head, making me jump for it.
"He'll be touched." Ray pulled out his phone and, no. He isn't. "Hey Frank! Oh, me? Just calling to say hi. I'm just playing some Zombieland the video game, and pissing Gerard off. Hm? Oh, yeah. I have something to tell you though, Gerard has been dr--"
"SHUT UP RAY TORO OR I SWEAR I'LL KILL YOU UGH." I screamed at him, pushing him down.
"Gerard! Get off! Let me tell him about your little crush on him!" I sucked in a breathe, oh my god. He told him, I swear.
We both fell silent, and so did the phone. Ray stared at me wide eyes, mouth open, like he can't believe he said it himself. He knew I was going to kick his ass. He knew it, oh he will now if he doesn't.
"Shit, Gerard, sorry. It was a joke, hey Frank, I'll talk to you later, k bye." I watched him hang up. My hands were twitching, shit.
"Gerard, I didn't mean to, it just slipped." Ray was standing now, and backing up.
"Like hell it was! You wanted this! I can't look at him now! This is too soon! I met him three nights ago, and fuck, give me my book. " I yelled taking my book from him and grabbing my bag.
"Where are you going!? It's two in the morning! Look, I'm sorry!" He tried to grab onto me. I winced.
Daddy's sorry, Gerard. Come out, I forgive you. I got you some new comic books, please come out.
Shut up, shut up. I turned and left the room as fast as I could before I did something I'd regret. All i did was draw someone and now, everything is fucked. Frank didn't like me in the first place, and Ray probably fucked up his only chanced of being a friend of Frank's.
Frank, there was no other person who could match up to the perfection of him. Hew was true art, and I knew that, I just wish he did. I wouldn't dare show my face to him again.
I ended up sitting down at a diner, the only thing that was open.
"May I take your order, Sugar?" A strong hic voice of the female waiter asked as I sat at the bar. She was clearly from Texas, or Arkansas or something along those lines.
"Coffee, black please."
"Alright, darlin'. I'll be back out here quickly." She winked at me and went inside the kitchen.
Maybe skipping class tomorrow would benefit me. No, pricky teacher would be angry.
Ugh, I feel like a hormonal teenage girl.
I pulled out my book and stared at the drawing of Frank. It was good, maybe one of the best ones I've done in awhile. I sighed and finished drawing the wings I had started earlier.
This is Frankie, he's a angel who was cast down from Heaven and forced to walk the earth and try to appear as human. He falls in love with a human, but refuses to come any closer then ten feet to the human. Frankie then realizes he's crushed on a human who is marked as a dark angel whenever he dies. Frankie's hopes become demolished, yet he takes it into his own hands to save this human from whatever he does that shall lead him to the path of evil, he is, the dark angel's superhero.
I knew it isn't exactly what she wanted, but I was being creative right? Right.
"Here ya go, sir. On the house." I read her nametag, Julie. I nodded a thanks and drank the coffee slowly. She got my order wrong, no wonder it was on the house. Woman, I'll never understand them.
I got up and left the small diner, and walked slowly back in the direction of the dorms. My phone was going crazy in my pocket, it'd been going off and on for about five minutes but I honestly had no reason to check it. I groaned, and pulled it out. Four missed calls from Ray, Two from Bob, Three from Mikey, eight text messages, and six voicemails.
I decided to check the voice mails from; "Look Gerard I di--" Delete. "Gerard I swe--" Delete. "Please, come back man." Delete. "This is Mikey, I'm going to kick your ass. Get back so Ray will leave me alone." Delete, chuckle. "Gerard! I'm coming looking for you!" Delete. "Hey, It's Bob, clearly. Ha ha. I'm at your dorm, trying to get Ray to shut up. Come back save, kay?" Delete. I kinda laughed at the fact Ray was the only one freaking out about this.
I clicked my text message, six from Ray. "Gerard." "Gerard." "Mr. Way." "I'll keep spamming you." "Beep." "Beep," One was from my brother, "I meant my voice mail, shut your friend up or I'll burn your X-Man comics you lent me. Love you." The last message was from a number I didn't know, "Hey, Gerard. It's Frank, uh hey, don't be mad at Ray. I'm not mad at you or anything, like I understand if you have feelings for me and stuff, I'm fucking sexy. Just kidding you, well, if you're still out, stop by my dorm? It's dorm 580 in building F. I'll be up for awhile, trying to finish this damn report. Okay, well bye."
Frank wanted to see me, he wanted to see me. I went to Frank's.
***
I paused before knocking on the door. Should I? Maybe this was a bad idea. Oh, grow up. I knocked nervously on the door. This would of been a good time to have a mint.
Frank opened the door quicker than I expected, "Hi." He breathed out.
"Hey." I mumbled quietly, staring away from his bed hair and lack of shirt.
"Come in, sorry. My roommate's with his girlfriend tonight at her dorm, so you don't have to whisper." He smiled, his lip ringing moving up with it.
"You said you were awake." I noted.
Frank laughed a little, "I was till Ray called me earlier. I decided to start my report afterwords."
Ray called him, oh yeah. "Sorry, look, sorry about, him." I nearly shouted at him I was so nervous.
"It's cool, man. I know Ray, have for five years. Wanna sit?" Frank asked.
"No, I have to get going before my brother burns my comics." That sounded nerdy, good job Gerard.
Frank's face became serious, "Gerard."
"What?" I whispered, finally looking up and making eye contact with him.
That was it.
He grabbed me by the collar and pulled me down to his height, and then, before I knew it. Frank Iero was kissing me. Frank Iero was kissing me. He was kissing me.
Frank sat quiet the whole time, sipping his tea and staring out the window. I even tried to get him involved in the conversation, which again, failed. All he did was shrug his shoulders most of the time.
It bothered me all night.
***
My sketchpad is my life. All I need it my sketchpad. I don't need friends or relationships. Just my sketchpad, just that.
I groaned, my way of getting myself motivated for my class homework was failing. "Draw a comic strip of superhero." How the hell am I suppose to do that?! If she'd asked me that five years ago I could of gladly done it in a quick second, but no! She gave it to us now. Now of all the times in the world.
"You've been groaning for the last three hours! Shut up!" Ray yelled, taking his eyes off his zombie slaying game.
"You don't understand! I can't think or anything!" My hand threw my paper across the room, it hitting the wall with a loud 'thud'.
Ray rolled his eyes, "I told you the teacher was a prick. Whatever she gives them is hard."
This wasn't hard though. This was the simplest thing she could of given us.
"It's superheros." I mumble.
"Superheros? Really? Just create some sexy girl punk rocker with wings and say she seduces guys with her sweet legs."
"I can't draw a girl like that, ew." He shrugged and started playing his game again.
He did give me a idea though, I picked up my sketchpad and grew the last thing I had ever wanted to draw at this time. I drew Frank.
His neck, his cheeks, his tattoos. I drew them from memory, the way the scorpion and the way it curved up the side of his neck perfection. The way it just seemed to need to be there.
Oh man, I'm such a creeper. I was getting to his hair when all of the sudden Ray goes, "Are you drawing Frank?"
I slammed my sketchbook shut, "No!"
Ray grinned wide, "Bullshit! You crushing on my little man, Way! Aren't you?"
"No! No!" I shook my head quick but he grabbed my book and started flipping through it, "Dude, you got him perfect. Should I tell him for you? He hasn't had someone like him in years."
"No, Ray! Give it back! It's just a drawing!" He held the book above his head, making me jump for it.
"He'll be touched." Ray pulled out his phone and, no. He isn't. "Hey Frank! Oh, me? Just calling to say hi. I'm just playing some Zombieland the video game, and pissing Gerard off. Hm? Oh, yeah. I have something to tell you though, Gerard has been dr--"
"SHUT UP RAY TORO OR I SWEAR I'LL KILL YOU UGH." I screamed at him, pushing him down.
"Gerard! Get off! Let me tell him about your little crush on him!" I sucked in a breathe, oh my god. He told him, I swear.
We both fell silent, and so did the phone. Ray stared at me wide eyes, mouth open, like he can't believe he said it himself. He knew I was going to kick his ass. He knew it, oh he will now if he doesn't.
"Shit, Gerard, sorry. It was a joke, hey Frank, I'll talk to you later, k bye." I watched him hang up. My hands were twitching, shit.
"Gerard, I didn't mean to, it just slipped." Ray was standing now, and backing up.
"Like hell it was! You wanted this! I can't look at him now! This is too soon! I met him three nights ago, and fuck, give me my book. " I yelled taking my book from him and grabbing my bag.
"Where are you going!? It's two in the morning! Look, I'm sorry!" He tried to grab onto me. I winced.
Daddy's sorry, Gerard. Come out, I forgive you. I got you some new comic books, please come out.
Shut up, shut up. I turned and left the room as fast as I could before I did something I'd regret. All i did was draw someone and now, everything is fucked. Frank didn't like me in the first place, and Ray probably fucked up his only chanced of being a friend of Frank's.
Frank, there was no other person who could match up to the perfection of him. Hew was true art, and I knew that, I just wish he did. I wouldn't dare show my face to him again.
I ended up sitting down at a diner, the only thing that was open.
"May I take your order, Sugar?" A strong hic voice of the female waiter asked as I sat at the bar. She was clearly from Texas, or Arkansas or something along those lines.
"Coffee, black please."
"Alright, darlin'. I'll be back out here quickly." She winked at me and went inside the kitchen.
Maybe skipping class tomorrow would benefit me. No, pricky teacher would be angry.
Ugh, I feel like a hormonal teenage girl.
I pulled out my book and stared at the drawing of Frank. It was good, maybe one of the best ones I've done in awhile. I sighed and finished drawing the wings I had started earlier.
This is Frankie, he's a angel who was cast down from Heaven and forced to walk the earth and try to appear as human. He falls in love with a human, but refuses to come any closer then ten feet to the human. Frankie then realizes he's crushed on a human who is marked as a dark angel whenever he dies. Frankie's hopes become demolished, yet he takes it into his own hands to save this human from whatever he does that shall lead him to the path of evil, he is, the dark angel's superhero.
I knew it isn't exactly what she wanted, but I was being creative right? Right.
"Here ya go, sir. On the house." I read her nametag, Julie. I nodded a thanks and drank the coffee slowly. She got my order wrong, no wonder it was on the house. Woman, I'll never understand them.
I got up and left the small diner, and walked slowly back in the direction of the dorms. My phone was going crazy in my pocket, it'd been going off and on for about five minutes but I honestly had no reason to check it. I groaned, and pulled it out. Four missed calls from Ray, Two from Bob, Three from Mikey, eight text messages, and six voicemails.
I decided to check the voice mails from; "Look Gerard I di--" Delete. "Gerard I swe--" Delete. "Please, come back man." Delete. "This is Mikey, I'm going to kick your ass. Get back so Ray will leave me alone." Delete, chuckle. "Gerard! I'm coming looking for you!" Delete. "Hey, It's Bob, clearly. Ha ha. I'm at your dorm, trying to get Ray to shut up. Come back save, kay?" Delete. I kinda laughed at the fact Ray was the only one freaking out about this.
I clicked my text message, six from Ray. "Gerard." "Gerard." "Mr. Way." "I'll keep spamming you." "Beep." "Beep," One was from my brother, "I meant my voice mail, shut your friend up or I'll burn your X-Man comics you lent me. Love you." The last message was from a number I didn't know, "Hey, Gerard. It's Frank, uh hey, don't be mad at Ray. I'm not mad at you or anything, like I understand if you have feelings for me and stuff, I'm fucking sexy. Just kidding you, well, if you're still out, stop by my dorm? It's dorm 580 in building F. I'll be up for awhile, trying to finish this damn report. Okay, well bye."
Frank wanted to see me, he wanted to see me. I went to Frank's.
***
I paused before knocking on the door. Should I? Maybe this was a bad idea. Oh, grow up. I knocked nervously on the door. This would of been a good time to have a mint.
Frank opened the door quicker than I expected, "Hi." He breathed out.
"Hey." I mumbled quietly, staring away from his bed hair and lack of shirt.
"Come in, sorry. My roommate's with his girlfriend tonight at her dorm, so you don't have to whisper." He smiled, his lip ringing moving up with it.
"You said you were awake." I noted.
Frank laughed a little, "I was till Ray called me earlier. I decided to start my report afterwords."
Ray called him, oh yeah. "Sorry, look, sorry about, him." I nearly shouted at him I was so nervous.
"It's cool, man. I know Ray, have for five years. Wanna sit?" Frank asked.
"No, I have to get going before my brother burns my comics." That sounded nerdy, good job Gerard.
Frank's face became serious, "Gerard."
"What?" I whispered, finally looking up and making eye contact with him.
That was it.
He grabbed me by the collar and pulled me down to his height, and then, before I knew it. Frank Iero was kissing me. Frank Iero was kissing me. He was kissing me.