I'm losing my mind and you just stand there and stare as my world divides.
Chapter Four
Aiden's POV (a/n... I'll eventually get into other's POV soon)
"W-What are you doing here?"
He smiled. "I was just about to ask you the same question."
Gosh he has such a gorgeous smile.
I stammered. "I-I couldn't sleep. I like to... to come and sit when I can't sleep."
He nodded his head. "Yeah, I couldn't sleep either."
I sat down right next to me.
"Tell me about yourself, Aiden."
I bit my lip. "My name is Aiden Ian Matthewson and I'm from Florida."
He smiled. "Okay. I'm Frank Anthony Iero and I'm from New Jersey."
I looked down at the planks on the bridge. My raven hair fell into my eyes. He pushed it back out of my face.
"Why'd you come here Aiden?"
"I play guitar, as you already know, and I know Cali has a lot of recording studios and I want to work as a session musician. And why are you here?"
"My band, My Chemical Romance, is going to record an album."
My mouth gaped open. "I LOVE THAT BAND!"
He laughed. "I get that so much...."
"You must."
He looked at my face deeply. "How old did you say you were again?"
I bit my lip. "Twenty-three"
Frank twisted his head slightly. "You look barely 18 or 19."
I shrugged my shoulders. "I look young for my age, I guess."
"...Or you're not actually 23."
For some odd reason. I wanted to spill my guts to this guy, I wanted to tell him my real age, what Tristan did to me, and how beautiful he was. Wait. Did I just think that? No. No. No.
I finally told him the truth. "I'm actually 20."
He nodded his head. "Why did you lie to me?"
I sighed. "Tristan makes me..." I mentally slapped my self.
He continued... "Tell people you're 23 so everyone won't know he's 3 years older than you?"
I didn't need to respond.
"Well it's getting late. My boyfriend's going to get worried about me if he wakes up."
My heart sunk a little. "You have a boyfriend?'
He smiled. "Yep. Gerard Way."
"Lucky..."
Frank got out a piece of paper and scibbled on it. "Here's my number. If ya need me, call me. Okay?"
I nodded my head. He gave me hug and left. Wow he seemed like the nicest person on earth. Why can't Tristan be like him? I guess I better get going...
I walked back to the apartment and slipped off my clothes and slithered into bed.
Goodnight. Goodnight.
"W-What are you doing here?"
He smiled. "I was just about to ask you the same question."
Gosh he has such a gorgeous smile.
I stammered. "I-I couldn't sleep. I like to... to come and sit when I can't sleep."
He nodded his head. "Yeah, I couldn't sleep either."
I sat down right next to me.
"Tell me about yourself, Aiden."
I bit my lip. "My name is Aiden Ian Matthewson and I'm from Florida."
He smiled. "Okay. I'm Frank Anthony Iero and I'm from New Jersey."
I looked down at the planks on the bridge. My raven hair fell into my eyes. He pushed it back out of my face.
"Why'd you come here Aiden?"
"I play guitar, as you already know, and I know Cali has a lot of recording studios and I want to work as a session musician. And why are you here?"
"My band, My Chemical Romance, is going to record an album."
My mouth gaped open. "I LOVE THAT BAND!"
He laughed. "I get that so much...."
"You must."
He looked at my face deeply. "How old did you say you were again?"
I bit my lip. "Twenty-three"
Frank twisted his head slightly. "You look barely 18 or 19."
I shrugged my shoulders. "I look young for my age, I guess."
"...Or you're not actually 23."
For some odd reason. I wanted to spill my guts to this guy, I wanted to tell him my real age, what Tristan did to me, and how beautiful he was. Wait. Did I just think that? No. No. No.
I finally told him the truth. "I'm actually 20."
He nodded his head. "Why did you lie to me?"
I sighed. "Tristan makes me..." I mentally slapped my self.
He continued... "Tell people you're 23 so everyone won't know he's 3 years older than you?"
I didn't need to respond.
"Well it's getting late. My boyfriend's going to get worried about me if he wakes up."
My heart sunk a little. "You have a boyfriend?'
He smiled. "Yep. Gerard Way."
"Lucky..."
Frank got out a piece of paper and scibbled on it. "Here's my number. If ya need me, call me. Okay?"
I nodded my head. He gave me hug and left. Wow he seemed like the nicest person on earth. Why can't Tristan be like him? I guess I better get going...
I walked back to the apartment and slipped off my clothes and slithered into bed.
Goodnight. Goodnight.