But I'd Like To Learn Your Name (Frerard Fanfic)

Chapter 3

Frank's POV

I approach the cemetery gate. I try opening it. Fuck, it's locked.

I look for other ways to get in. But the gate is the only way. I climb over the gate and jump down.

I look for him. Eventually I spot him leaning against a grave with an empty beer bottle sitting next to him. He looks younger then I expected maybe 17, a year older then me. He has black messy hair. A black shirt with something written on it that I can't make out. He has black ripped jeans and he's to busy drawing to notice me walking towards him.

I stand behind the tombstone and look at what he's drawing. The background is foggy and dark, just like it is now. There's a tree, with a noose hanging from the tree. And there's a shadow leaning against the tree smoking a cigarette.

Suddenly he spins around. He jumps a little when he sees me.

"Oh, uh sorry", I stammer. He chuckles a little bit as he gets up and dusts his pants off.

"So do you like it?", he asks as he runs a hand through his greasy hair.

"Uh, yeah. You're a really talented artist.", I say as a small smile creeps upon my face. He smiles a little back.

I remember what Richie said about not socializing. But he can just go fuck himself, I don't care what he says and I don't care about him.

"Do you have it?", he says as his smile fades into a more serious expression.

I nod in response. I check my pockets for the bag but I don't feel it. Maybe I put it in my jean pockets. I check my jean pockets but they're not there either.

He notices me searching through my pockets. "It's ok", he says, "just bring it tomorrow."

I nod, he seems really nice, I feel bad for forgetting it, "let me go look for it. It probably just fell out of my pocket or something", I say as I walk off.

God, I'm such an idiot.

I look around the gate, but it's too dark to really see anything. Shit. I should've brought my phone.

I get down on my knees and feel through the dirt. It's not there. I climb over the gate and walk a little in the direction I came from, to see if it fell out while I was walking. But it's not there either. I decide to give up and head back to him.

When I start to head back down the road I catch him staring at me with a longing expression. Why the fuck is he staring at me like that?

I climb over the fence again and hope I don't accidentally rip my jeans.

When I get back to him he still continues to stare at me. "Why are you staring at me like that?", I think out loud. He stops staring, but he looks a little hurt.

"Oh uh, sorry. It's just...", he trails off as he runs a hand through his hair.

I look down at my feet. I didn't mean to sound rude but who gives a fuck after all.

"You just look familiar, that's all.", he says quietly, almost a whisper.

I acknowledge it, but I don't say anything. It gets even quieter in the empty graveyard. I watch as he pulls out a sharpie and a small notepad. He writes something, tears it out, then hands it to me.

"Here", he says expressionlessly.

I take the paper and read it.

Gerard- 862 449 1501

"Text me when you're coming tomorrow". He says as he walks off.

"See ya tomorrow", I mutter as I walk to my car.

Sorry the chapters are so short! I'm trying to fix the length of them. And sorry if this is really boring. It's going to get more interesting once Frank actually gets to know Gee, so ya. Thanks for reading!

Im not a vampire by Falling in Reverse

~Abikitty asylum