You Don't...
Title: You Don’t…
Author: ira_luxuria
Pairing: Frank x Gerard; Implied Bert x Gerard
Word Count: 587
Rating: G.
Summary: See title
Disclaimer: The characters in this story, though based on stage personas/media personalities, are entirely fictional. Any offence caused by their use or portrayal is wholly unintentional. Banner credit: iwantbeapirate and x_sunset_x.
Dedications: The girl faithfulriver26. The future husband silencing_sam. The wife comeththegirl. Cheers loves.
You Don’t… See Me Watching
Black hair that is so obviously dyed you can see the colour difference in your sideburns but no matter how dyed it is, it fits your pale almost ghostly complexion perfectly, I could just run my fingers through it all day and never get bored; jade green eyes with the slightest hint of brown or is it hazel like mine? I can’t tell from this far away, I’ll only know for sure if I stood nose to nose with you. A cute button nose and perfectly shaped rosy red lips with the tiniest Cupid’s bow. A jaw line to die for, angled just right and so clean shaven that for a whole minute of every day that I sit here on this same stool I wonder if it is even possible for you to grow facial hair, not that I think you need it. You sit in the exact same booth every day for two hours and seventeen long minutes - I know because I’m sad enough to time you - you have two cups of black coffee with one and a quarter white sugar and three quarters brown.
Just to make it even.
Any regular person would go in get their coffee and leave. Not me. When I walk in and I see you sitting there I have to stop and sit on a stool that is directly in view of you, glancing up every few seconds to look at you and wish that I was one of the men sitting with you, either the one who looks like you only younger and slightly less attractive than you but only by a fraction or the one who looks like a hobo with his long straggly and greasy hair and too pointy chin and that crazed look in his eye; the one who kisses you on the neck each time I look up as if he knows that I’m watching you. You don’t see me watching but he does and he does the things he does purely for my benefit, for the fact that he sees me and you don’t.
He’s doing it now I can tell, his blue eyes are burning into my skull as he looks over your shoulder, his lips attached to your neck and I don’t want to watch but I can’t stop myself. My hazel eyes travel over to your booth and instead of finding you with your eyes closed, the lids gently fluttering you’re looking at him with hatred burning in your green eyes, and one hand still clutching your coffee whilst the other moves him away from you and I can see your lips moving.
“Leave me alone”, you say. I can’t hear it because I’m too far away but I can read lips and body language. He’s pissed at you and you glance around the coffee shop but I don’t know if it’s intentional or not but your gaze flicks over me. Sighing I stand and leave before two hours and seventeen minutes are up, a napkin left on the side with a request to leave it there until 11:17 when I know you’ll go up there to look. You just can’t help yourself. I stand outside under a shady tree watching through the glass, 11:17 arrives and I see you pick up my napkin, my heart beat increases because I know you’re reading the five words I’d been scrawling on a fresh one every day just waiting, just biding my time until you’d be free.
You don’t see me watching.
Thanks for reading. Comments and criticism are welcome as usual. Special deds to silencing_sam for the prompt thing and to the wife comeththegirl despite the fact that’s she’s cheating xD. Love ya both x
Author: ira_luxuria
Pairing: Frank x Gerard; Implied Bert x Gerard
Word Count: 587
Rating: G.
Summary: See title
Disclaimer: The characters in this story, though based on stage personas/media personalities, are entirely fictional. Any offence caused by their use or portrayal is wholly unintentional. Banner credit: iwantbeapirate and x_sunset_x.
Dedications: The girl faithfulriver26. The future husband silencing_sam. The wife comeththegirl. Cheers loves.
You Don’t… See Me Watching
Black hair that is so obviously dyed you can see the colour difference in your sideburns but no matter how dyed it is, it fits your pale almost ghostly complexion perfectly, I could just run my fingers through it all day and never get bored; jade green eyes with the slightest hint of brown or is it hazel like mine? I can’t tell from this far away, I’ll only know for sure if I stood nose to nose with you. A cute button nose and perfectly shaped rosy red lips with the tiniest Cupid’s bow. A jaw line to die for, angled just right and so clean shaven that for a whole minute of every day that I sit here on this same stool I wonder if it is even possible for you to grow facial hair, not that I think you need it. You sit in the exact same booth every day for two hours and seventeen long minutes - I know because I’m sad enough to time you - you have two cups of black coffee with one and a quarter white sugar and three quarters brown.
Just to make it even.
Any regular person would go in get their coffee and leave. Not me. When I walk in and I see you sitting there I have to stop and sit on a stool that is directly in view of you, glancing up every few seconds to look at you and wish that I was one of the men sitting with you, either the one who looks like you only younger and slightly less attractive than you but only by a fraction or the one who looks like a hobo with his long straggly and greasy hair and too pointy chin and that crazed look in his eye; the one who kisses you on the neck each time I look up as if he knows that I’m watching you. You don’t see me watching but he does and he does the things he does purely for my benefit, for the fact that he sees me and you don’t.
He’s doing it now I can tell, his blue eyes are burning into my skull as he looks over your shoulder, his lips attached to your neck and I don’t want to watch but I can’t stop myself. My hazel eyes travel over to your booth and instead of finding you with your eyes closed, the lids gently fluttering you’re looking at him with hatred burning in your green eyes, and one hand still clutching your coffee whilst the other moves him away from you and I can see your lips moving.
“Leave me alone”, you say. I can’t hear it because I’m too far away but I can read lips and body language. He’s pissed at you and you glance around the coffee shop but I don’t know if it’s intentional or not but your gaze flicks over me. Sighing I stand and leave before two hours and seventeen minutes are up, a napkin left on the side with a request to leave it there until 11:17 when I know you’ll go up there to look. You just can’t help yourself. I stand outside under a shady tree watching through the glass, 11:17 arrives and I see you pick up my napkin, my heart beat increases because I know you’re reading the five words I’d been scrawling on a fresh one every day just waiting, just biding my time until you’d be free.
You don’t see me watching.
Thanks for reading. Comments and criticism are welcome as usual. Special deds to silencing_sam for the prompt thing and to the wife comeththegirl despite the fact that’s she’s cheating xD. Love ya both x