Status: I kept Frankie and gee as the Same people because it's easier to write and understand.
Always the Odd Ones Out
Is he my brother?
Gerards POV 1st person.
(I dont like writing 3rd person past tense but I tried it so from now on there will be a few chapters from various points of view) I hope you don't mind
I grabbed another coffee before setting off to th bus stop so I an go and need Frank. I'm kind of terrified and excited at the same time. I dont want him to hate me. If I'm scared of meeting him, who actually has nothing to do with me, what am I going to be like with my real parents? What if he's a real jock and hates on me for being a emo fag?
Which I guess I am. What if he is a raging homophobe and like kills me?
By the time it was my stop o had gained enough terror t run home, I had ten minutes before I needed to be there so I go t the bathroom and brush through my black hair with my fingers. I sigh and prod at my sickly pale skin. Ugh. Why am I so fucking ugly? I piss then wash my hands and walk out while drying them on my skinny jeans.
As I'm waiting in the office, me an the doctor are talking while waiting with frank. I jump in surprise as I hear a slam and look up to see who I guess is Frank. He has this awesome faux hawk, it's red on the sides and black on top. He is wearing pretty much the same I am, this is a good thing. At least e won't hate me because if that, I hope.
After I'd finished ogling at his flushed, cute face I stuttered a hi as he blurbed out a string or profanities and apologies and I heard something about a killer dog attack. I ignore this and grin at him complimenting his band t shirt. He looks me dead in the eye an smiles, flashing his teeth and waving.
That should be me. I Shoul be him. I cough awkwardly as he talks to the doctor and discuss what time we're coming back. In two hours. He is kinda cute. I guess that's kinda weird. Like what even is he to me? I guess he is my blood mothers adopted kid kinda? Or my adopted mothers blood kid. So he's either me in another world or my brother, me thinking he is cute in either of those is weird. But I guess that's just how i am.
(I dont like writing 3rd person past tense but I tried it so from now on there will be a few chapters from various points of view) I hope you don't mind
I grabbed another coffee before setting off to th bus stop so I an go and need Frank. I'm kind of terrified and excited at the same time. I dont want him to hate me. If I'm scared of meeting him, who actually has nothing to do with me, what am I going to be like with my real parents? What if he's a real jock and hates on me for being a emo fag?
Which I guess I am. What if he is a raging homophobe and like kills me?
By the time it was my stop o had gained enough terror t run home, I had ten minutes before I needed to be there so I go t the bathroom and brush through my black hair with my fingers. I sigh and prod at my sickly pale skin. Ugh. Why am I so fucking ugly? I piss then wash my hands and walk out while drying them on my skinny jeans.
As I'm waiting in the office, me an the doctor are talking while waiting with frank. I jump in surprise as I hear a slam and look up to see who I guess is Frank. He has this awesome faux hawk, it's red on the sides and black on top. He is wearing pretty much the same I am, this is a good thing. At least e won't hate me because if that, I hope.
After I'd finished ogling at his flushed, cute face I stuttered a hi as he blurbed out a string or profanities and apologies and I heard something about a killer dog attack. I ignore this and grin at him complimenting his band t shirt. He looks me dead in the eye an smiles, flashing his teeth and waving.
That should be me. I Shoul be him. I cough awkwardly as he talks to the doctor and discuss what time we're coming back. In two hours. He is kinda cute. I guess that's kinda weird. Like what even is he to me? I guess he is my blood mothers adopted kid kinda? Or my adopted mothers blood kid. So he's either me in another world or my brother, me thinking he is cute in either of those is weird. But I guess that's just how i am.