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Midnight walks.
Part 1
By Katherine Smith
Pg for this part
Ian Watkins Frank Ireo
I made it up, never happened.
He was a young boy no older then seventeen. Nothing ever seemed to work out for him. He moved from home to home, family to family until he ran ways from it all. He got a mindless job where not to many questions were asked. He got a flat, a bed, a cat and that was it, that was his life. Nothing special, nothing amazing, nothing flash. He earned what he could stacking shelves and we went home, to his one bedroom flat.
He sighed and hung his head as he pushed the key into the handle. It had been another dull day at work. All he did was stack shelves for nine hours. He shock his head and unlocked the door, pushing it open and walking inside. He threw his coat down and closed the door, flicking on the light switch, casting the flat into a low gray light. He walked past his cat the was purring contently on his small couch, watching him threw closed eyes wanting to be fed. "Evening girl" he said patting its furry head and smiling "I'm glad someones happy to see me." he walked past her to his small kitchen and pulled out a tin of cheap cat food form the pantry, opened it and placed the continence on a small plate, placing said plate on the floor, smiling as she excitedly got up and walked over to her food. He watched her eat, momentarily forgetting how hungry he was, before his tummy gave an almighty growl. He sighed and placed the left over cat food into the fridge and set about cooking some pasta for his own dinner. After he had eaten and cleaned up after himself he collapsed on his small bed. His light bulb had broken some time ago and he never bothered to buy another one. He lay there for what seemed like hours, not able to fall asleep. He tossed and turned and decide this was getting nowhere. He got up at midnight and went into his bathroom. It contained a single shower and a sink with a mirror. He turned on the sink and splashed cold water into his face as he studied himself in the mirror. He had creamy almost white skin, his hair was naturally jet black. He wasn't overweight but had a little meat on him. He was quite short and had to stand on tiptoes to see his face fully in the mirror. His lip and nose were pieced and he had quite a few tattoos for one so young. In his opinion there was nothing attractive about Frank Iero.
After deciding he wasn't going to sleep at all Frank put on a worn faded hoodie and left his flat. He was no stranger for midnight strolls as he often couldn't sleep. About twenty minutes walking he came to a park and sat on the deserted swings. Humming to himself he kicked off and propelled himself into the air, closing his eyes as the wind rushed by him flowing threw his hair. As he got height and higher he could feel another's presents. He slowed himself down until he was barely moving, still getting the feeling he was being watched. He looked around when he saw a black figure lurking in the darkness. "I can see you there so please I can run fast and scream loud, don't bother trying anything" he yelled at the dark figure. The figure responded "Look kid, I'm just walking, like you. I don't want you" he stepped forward and continued to walk towards Frank until Frank could see his facial features. He knew the face but couldn't put a finger on when he knew him from. "You mind if I sit down?" he asked quietly, his accent noticeable, but not over powering.
"Why sure! and while your at it shall I take off my pants for you?" he rolled his eyes, and got off the swing but didn't walk off, he knew how dangerous it was to turn your back on someone you didn't know.
"I'm not going to rape you" he said calmly as he sat on the swing., pushing off and swining lightly, "I just had to get away" he smiled at Frank. "You know what it's like when everybody wants you to please them and you forget that you need to take care of yourself..you know what I mean" he smiled and shock his head. "I'm sorry for scaring you".
Frank smiled and felt very safe with the other, something he hadn't felt in along time. He sat back on the swing and looked at the other man. He was older then Frank..maybe around the age of thirty. He had [from what he could see] dirty blond hair, very round eyes. and tattoos. He looked buff and wore tight black jeans, eyeliner and a guns and roses hoodie. "You like guns and roses?" he said when he felt the other look at him.
"Yeah I love them, I've met them a few times too. Axel and myself get along well" he grinned, obviously proud of the fact.
"woah, you know Axel!" Frank said impressed "whats he like..I mean Is he cool??"
"Yeah, he's so down to Earth, but at the same time, He knows he's God" he grinned and pushed himself higher on the swing.
"so why did you meet him?"
"Well I was touring at the time and we both played the same town in the same week, so I go to this bar and I see him there and I have to be honest, I wanted to go up and fanboy him, but I kept my cool and bought him a drink." When he had finished his face had broken into a huge smile.
"that sounds really amazing" Frank said, his own swing climbing higher "You said you were touring.."
"Yeah I'm in a band, I sing" he said softly, his smiles fading. "what do you do? Tell me about you." he said, honestly interested.
"um, well" Frank had never had anyone interested him him. "I'm Frank, I'm seventeen. I live by myself with my cat Poppet. I work at a supermarket and that's about it."
He gave a half smile as he thought to himself that that was his life.
The older man smiled at him "Seventeen, hmm. You still have your entire life ahead of you." he got off the swing. "I'm in town for another two weeks Frank. I shall hope to see you again" he smiled and jumped off his swing and began to walk away.
"Hey, I never got your name' Frank shouted after him
"Ian" He shouted over his shoulder "Ian Watkins!"
Part 1
By Katherine Smith
Pg for this part
Ian Watkins Frank Ireo
I made it up, never happened.
He was a young boy no older then seventeen. Nothing ever seemed to work out for him. He moved from home to home, family to family until he ran ways from it all. He got a mindless job where not to many questions were asked. He got a flat, a bed, a cat and that was it, that was his life. Nothing special, nothing amazing, nothing flash. He earned what he could stacking shelves and we went home, to his one bedroom flat.
He sighed and hung his head as he pushed the key into the handle. It had been another dull day at work. All he did was stack shelves for nine hours. He shock his head and unlocked the door, pushing it open and walking inside. He threw his coat down and closed the door, flicking on the light switch, casting the flat into a low gray light. He walked past his cat the was purring contently on his small couch, watching him threw closed eyes wanting to be fed. "Evening girl" he said patting its furry head and smiling "I'm glad someones happy to see me." he walked past her to his small kitchen and pulled out a tin of cheap cat food form the pantry, opened it and placed the continence on a small plate, placing said plate on the floor, smiling as she excitedly got up and walked over to her food. He watched her eat, momentarily forgetting how hungry he was, before his tummy gave an almighty growl. He sighed and placed the left over cat food into the fridge and set about cooking some pasta for his own dinner. After he had eaten and cleaned up after himself he collapsed on his small bed. His light bulb had broken some time ago and he never bothered to buy another one. He lay there for what seemed like hours, not able to fall asleep. He tossed and turned and decide this was getting nowhere. He got up at midnight and went into his bathroom. It contained a single shower and a sink with a mirror. He turned on the sink and splashed cold water into his face as he studied himself in the mirror. He had creamy almost white skin, his hair was naturally jet black. He wasn't overweight but had a little meat on him. He was quite short and had to stand on tiptoes to see his face fully in the mirror. His lip and nose were pieced and he had quite a few tattoos for one so young. In his opinion there was nothing attractive about Frank Iero.
After deciding he wasn't going to sleep at all Frank put on a worn faded hoodie and left his flat. He was no stranger for midnight strolls as he often couldn't sleep. About twenty minutes walking he came to a park and sat on the deserted swings. Humming to himself he kicked off and propelled himself into the air, closing his eyes as the wind rushed by him flowing threw his hair. As he got height and higher he could feel another's presents. He slowed himself down until he was barely moving, still getting the feeling he was being watched. He looked around when he saw a black figure lurking in the darkness. "I can see you there so please I can run fast and scream loud, don't bother trying anything" he yelled at the dark figure. The figure responded "Look kid, I'm just walking, like you. I don't want you" he stepped forward and continued to walk towards Frank until Frank could see his facial features. He knew the face but couldn't put a finger on when he knew him from. "You mind if I sit down?" he asked quietly, his accent noticeable, but not over powering.
"Why sure! and while your at it shall I take off my pants for you?" he rolled his eyes, and got off the swing but didn't walk off, he knew how dangerous it was to turn your back on someone you didn't know.
"I'm not going to rape you" he said calmly as he sat on the swing., pushing off and swining lightly, "I just had to get away" he smiled at Frank. "You know what it's like when everybody wants you to please them and you forget that you need to take care of yourself..you know what I mean" he smiled and shock his head. "I'm sorry for scaring you".
Frank smiled and felt very safe with the other, something he hadn't felt in along time. He sat back on the swing and looked at the other man. He was older then Frank..maybe around the age of thirty. He had [from what he could see] dirty blond hair, very round eyes. and tattoos. He looked buff and wore tight black jeans, eyeliner and a guns and roses hoodie. "You like guns and roses?" he said when he felt the other look at him.
"Yeah I love them, I've met them a few times too. Axel and myself get along well" he grinned, obviously proud of the fact.
"woah, you know Axel!" Frank said impressed "whats he like..I mean Is he cool??"
"Yeah, he's so down to Earth, but at the same time, He knows he's God" he grinned and pushed himself higher on the swing.
"so why did you meet him?"
"Well I was touring at the time and we both played the same town in the same week, so I go to this bar and I see him there and I have to be honest, I wanted to go up and fanboy him, but I kept my cool and bought him a drink." When he had finished his face had broken into a huge smile.
"that sounds really amazing" Frank said, his own swing climbing higher "You said you were touring.."
"Yeah I'm in a band, I sing" he said softly, his smiles fading. "what do you do? Tell me about you." he said, honestly interested.
"um, well" Frank had never had anyone interested him him. "I'm Frank, I'm seventeen. I live by myself with my cat Poppet. I work at a supermarket and that's about it."
He gave a half smile as he thought to himself that that was his life.
The older man smiled at him "Seventeen, hmm. You still have your entire life ahead of you." he got off the swing. "I'm in town for another two weeks Frank. I shall hope to see you again" he smiled and jumped off his swing and began to walk away.
"Hey, I never got your name' Frank shouted after him
"Ian" He shouted over his shoulder "Ian Watkins!"