And the Waiting Doesn't Seem So Bad
Chapter one : the waiting room
FRANKS POV
Grrr I hate waiting, actually I detest waiting is probably more accurate. But if there's one thing I hate more than waiting it's waiting in a room full of sick people when I’m not sick! It's 8 in the morning and I’m stuck in a stuffy doctors waiting room surround by people with the flu, I’m only here for a check up because I get sick so often but I’m now certain I’m going to leave here with the flu and probably something else with all the bacteria floating around this god damn room.
I try to take my mind off it by flipping through the magazines on the table in front of me, fishing, golf, football no, no, no, I’ve never understood why there are sports magazines in every waiting room. ooh Kerrang now this is something I can actually read without falling asleep, I look at the date its 5 months old ,god would it kill them to buy a NEW magazine every now and then, I’ve already read this issue but I read it again there's nothing better to do. I sigh loudly causing a few people to give me strange looks like I wasn't getting enough already, it like they've never seen tattoos before. I take in all the people in the room there's a girl around my age there, she's sort of cute I suppose well if you like that kinda thing, Very blonde and the colour of pink she's wearing is offending my eyes. I consider talking to her, you know don't judge a book by its cover but then I change my mind, I really don't like the look of her.
Then I hear the door open, great all I need another sick person spreading germs all over me, it's a guy around my age, a hood covering most of his face from the near artic temperatures outside. As he pulls down his hood I feel my jaw drop. Black hair not quite shoulder length and hazel eyes rimmed with some kohl eyeliner. He notices me staring and shoots me a delicious grin. As I feel his eyes looking up and down my body he smile widens and he makes his way across the room so he's sitting directly across from me
still grinning wickedly.
I find it hard to make eye contact with him and I don’t know why I’m not a shy person. He realises this and winks at me and I feel my cheeks heat up. Fuck I’m blushing just because some guy winked at me. How gay am I! I feel like such an idiot. I hear giggling and I notice that girl is staring at him too. I feel I wave of jealously until I see him roll his eyes I laugh softly. I put down the magazine suddenly it seems like I might I have a more interesting to occupy my time and waiting is looking a little more appealing.
He really is stunning, I wonder what his name his I bet it's as sexy as he is.
"Gerard" he said looking up at me. He noticed my confused look "I'm Gerard" he said this time more slowly. Great he probably thinks I’m retarded.
"Frankie, nice to meet you Gerard" I say smiling at him without really meaning too. I like the way he's name sounds when I say it. A voice in the back of my head says it would sound even better if you were screaming it I blush as the thought passes through my mind
"you got a fever Frankie?" he asks as my face reddens even more upon hearing him say my name
"no...... I'm just in for a check up you?"
“Got beat up at school getting my stitches out today" he sighs
"why would anyone beat you up?" I ask wanting to finish the sentence with "you're to hot to beat up" but stopping myself
"Jocks you know the type , so full of repressed homosexuality they get turned on by beating up gay guys." he pauses " like me" he finishes smiling at me again
He's gay. Oh my god he's gay I look up to the sky thank you god I knew you loved me
"yeah I know the type, what school do you go to I haven't seen you around?" I ask him, I would have noticed if he was in my school.
"I used to go to a boarding school but I’ve just transferred to the public school here, starting Monday. Oh how I look forward to it " he says sarcastically laughing quietly
"are you a senior?" I’m praying he says yes, the thought of being in classes with him is too exciting
"yeah I’m guessing you are to" I wish he'd stopping flashing me that cute smile I’m really starting to get turned on by it
"I’d be happy to show you around" he doesn’t answer and the silence is killing me " you know I mean if you want" I run my hand nervously through my hair it's greasy I didn't bother washing it because I was only coming here. I really regret that now.
"Sounds good Frankie, it's always nice to have a cute boy showing you around." the guy sitting next to me looks at Gerard nervously then quickly moves to another seat.
"Fucking homophobes" we say in unison.
"Well there's one good thing about that."
"huh?"
"now I can sit beside you" he hops up from his seat and moves quickly to the now empty one beside me. He smirks as he sits down. Then looks my in the eye and says
"ever made out in waiting room?"
Grrr I hate waiting, actually I detest waiting is probably more accurate. But if there's one thing I hate more than waiting it's waiting in a room full of sick people when I’m not sick! It's 8 in the morning and I’m stuck in a stuffy doctors waiting room surround by people with the flu, I’m only here for a check up because I get sick so often but I’m now certain I’m going to leave here with the flu and probably something else with all the bacteria floating around this god damn room.
I try to take my mind off it by flipping through the magazines on the table in front of me, fishing, golf, football no, no, no, I’ve never understood why there are sports magazines in every waiting room. ooh Kerrang now this is something I can actually read without falling asleep, I look at the date its 5 months old ,god would it kill them to buy a NEW magazine every now and then, I’ve already read this issue but I read it again there's nothing better to do. I sigh loudly causing a few people to give me strange looks like I wasn't getting enough already, it like they've never seen tattoos before. I take in all the people in the room there's a girl around my age there, she's sort of cute I suppose well if you like that kinda thing, Very blonde and the colour of pink she's wearing is offending my eyes. I consider talking to her, you know don't judge a book by its cover but then I change my mind, I really don't like the look of her.
Then I hear the door open, great all I need another sick person spreading germs all over me, it's a guy around my age, a hood covering most of his face from the near artic temperatures outside. As he pulls down his hood I feel my jaw drop. Black hair not quite shoulder length and hazel eyes rimmed with some kohl eyeliner. He notices me staring and shoots me a delicious grin. As I feel his eyes looking up and down my body he smile widens and he makes his way across the room so he's sitting directly across from me
still grinning wickedly.
I find it hard to make eye contact with him and I don’t know why I’m not a shy person. He realises this and winks at me and I feel my cheeks heat up. Fuck I’m blushing just because some guy winked at me. How gay am I! I feel like such an idiot. I hear giggling and I notice that girl is staring at him too. I feel I wave of jealously until I see him roll his eyes I laugh softly. I put down the magazine suddenly it seems like I might I have a more interesting to occupy my time and waiting is looking a little more appealing.
He really is stunning, I wonder what his name his I bet it's as sexy as he is.
"Gerard" he said looking up at me. He noticed my confused look "I'm Gerard" he said this time more slowly. Great he probably thinks I’m retarded.
"Frankie, nice to meet you Gerard" I say smiling at him without really meaning too. I like the way he's name sounds when I say it. A voice in the back of my head says it would sound even better if you were screaming it I blush as the thought passes through my mind
"you got a fever Frankie?" he asks as my face reddens even more upon hearing him say my name
"no...... I'm just in for a check up you?"
“Got beat up at school getting my stitches out today" he sighs
"why would anyone beat you up?" I ask wanting to finish the sentence with "you're to hot to beat up" but stopping myself
"Jocks you know the type , so full of repressed homosexuality they get turned on by beating up gay guys." he pauses " like me" he finishes smiling at me again
He's gay. Oh my god he's gay I look up to the sky thank you god I knew you loved me
"yeah I know the type, what school do you go to I haven't seen you around?" I ask him, I would have noticed if he was in my school.
"I used to go to a boarding school but I’ve just transferred to the public school here, starting Monday. Oh how I look forward to it " he says sarcastically laughing quietly
"are you a senior?" I’m praying he says yes, the thought of being in classes with him is too exciting
"yeah I’m guessing you are to" I wish he'd stopping flashing me that cute smile I’m really starting to get turned on by it
"I’d be happy to show you around" he doesn’t answer and the silence is killing me " you know I mean if you want" I run my hand nervously through my hair it's greasy I didn't bother washing it because I was only coming here. I really regret that now.
"Sounds good Frankie, it's always nice to have a cute boy showing you around." the guy sitting next to me looks at Gerard nervously then quickly moves to another seat.
"Fucking homophobes" we say in unison.
"Well there's one good thing about that."
"huh?"
"now I can sit beside you" he hops up from his seat and moves quickly to the now empty one beside me. He smirks as he sits down. Then looks my in the eye and says
"ever made out in waiting room?"