I was never adventurous. I played by the rules and did what I was told. Though I listened to punk and rebel music, I never did that. I never took any chances and just went through my life. Even with my crush, I never did or said anything. I just admired from afar. I didn't even know his name.
"Frank! You got a delivery!" My boss yelled from behind the counter, yanking me out of my dream state. I let out a groan before sitting upright. I was having a nice night of no deliveries, why did this guy have to mess it up? The one Friday night I have to lounge around, I get a delivery 10 minutes before I get off.
"Ugh, do I have to do it? Can't you get Ray to do it? Or Bob? I get off soon!" I yelled back. I knew I shouldn't push it though, the boss already takes enough of my shit; I don't need to give him another reason to fire me.
"No! They're on kitchen duty! Now get going!" He screamed. I let out a load groan after jumping out of my chair. I grabbed the large pizza and coke and walked out the door into the cold. I mumbled some obscurities under my breathe and zipped my jacket up further over my uniform. I saw the company car out front and ran over to it. Once in, it was a nice change from the cold. The keys were always hidden under the seat, so as soon as I got them I started up the car.
"Thank god." I said to myself as the heat started. I then began my drive to the address given.
It was a nice house, I had to say. There was a small walkway leading up to the mahogany door at the front of the brick house. There were a lot of cars parked in the driveway and up and down the street. A party. Of fucking course. I hate delivering to parties. The people who answer the door are always either high or drunk. They make stupid jokes about how stupid my uniform is, take the pizza, and then slam the door. So I have to bang on the door until someone in an okay state answers, gives me money, and then I leave pissed off.
I parked on the other side of the street and grabbed the pizza.
"Here we go." I mumbled to myself as I stepped up the walkway. Upon closer inspection I noticed some people passed out in the yard. Some were on top of another drunk person, others had no pants. At least no one was completely naked, just in underwear. I rang the doorbell and waited. Eventually some tall kid with blonde hair and glasses answered the door. Music hit me like a wave. It was some lil wayne song. Can parties ever have some good music? Like the Misfits, maybe some Offspring? Oh well.
"Hey man." The man said over the music. "Whats happening?" He slurred. I think he was both high and drunk, Typical. I've seen him around school. Even though he was in all of my classes, we never talked. Why would I talk to him? He always had a girl around his arm and had wild parties every weekend.
"I'm here to deliver the pizza you ordered." I stated.
"Oh, thats for my brother. Gerard you jackass! Your goddamn pizza is here!" He shouted. This kid was getting on my nerves. The blonde walked away and I was met with a pair of hazel eyes.
Its my crush
This man was the hottest guy in the world up close! I've only seen him a few times in school, since he was a grade ahead of me. I had to survive on a glimpse now and then. But up close? He was gorgeous. With shoulder length messy raven hair, large hazel eyes, and a cute pointed nose. But one other thing really stood out
He was shirtless.
His skin was milky white and looked smooth to the touch. He didn't have defined muscles, but he wasn't chubby either. He was...perfect.
"God Mikey! You couldn't give money to the pizza guy! And why don't you put some good music on for god sakes!" The guy named Gerard yelled. I was glad to finally know his name, and that he didn't agree with the music choice; that just made him more perfect.
"No! Fuck off old man! Stop ruining our fun and go back to being forever alone!" I heard the kid 'Mikey' yell.
"Oh whatever." Gerard mumbled under his breath. He then turned back to me with a slight smile. "I'm sorry you had to talk to my brother for the time you did." He said. I just stared at him. He chuckled.
"Can I have my pizza now? I'm tired of being up here when there's bad music." He said. I just nodded, mouth open and I was pretty sure I was drooling. How was one man that beautiful?
He looked me up and down and then giggled again. God it was a beautiful giggle.
"So...can you hand me it?" He asked.
"Oh, yeah sorry." I said, blushing like mad. He just chuckled. I handed him over the pizza and stood there. He placed the pizza on a table near the door and checked his pockets.
"Oh shit, I forgot my wallet in my room. Can you hold on a second?" He asked, dazzling me with a smile. I nodded, my mouth hanging open again.
"Here," he started, pulling the door back. "You can come in to make sure I don't run away with the pizza." Oh my god, was he inviting me in? I think thats what he just said. But I was too busy staring at him to hear. I'll look stupid if I just walk into his house, but he did open the door wider.
"O-Ok." I stuttered, walking inside the house. It was nice inside, but there were too many crowded bodies pressed together and the stench of alcohol to admire the beauty.
"So, you're not part of the party?" I asked, not caring if I sounded stupid. I was following him around the house, staying close so I didn't get lost in the sea of people. I heard him let out a laugh, but it may have been from the group of high kids in the corner.
"No, I don't do parties, especially with THIS KIND OF MUSIC!" He said, yelling the last part.
"Shut up!" I heard someone yell. Gerard gave them the finger. Just when I thought my ears were going to burst, we went through a door that lead to what seemed like the basement.
"So what kind of music do you like?" I asked. He laughed as we descended the stairs.
"Are we playing 20 questions?" He asked between laughs. I felt my cheeks flush.
"N-No I j-just was wondering..." I stuttered. He laughed again.
"I'm just kidding." He said as we reached a door at the end of the stairs. "I'm more of a punk rock type of guy, not this shit." He said, referring to the music upstairs. I nodded.
He opened the door and I was met with his bedroom. Posters and artwork covered the walls. I saw a drawn picture of the fiend amongst them.
"Did you draw that?" I asked, pointing to the picture.
"Hm? Oh yeah, did that when I was really into the Misfits. Their mascot is awesome." He replied, searching for his wallet.
"Its good." I said, turning towards him. I gave him a small smile.
"Thanks. I never got your name by the way. Mines Gerard." He said, extending a hand to me.
"Oh, I know." I replied. Did I really just say that? I was so distracted that I just made a complete and udder fool of myself? "I mean...I've seen you around school and uh...I just heard it and Mikey just said it so-"
I was cut off by his laugh.
"Its okay." He laughed.
"My names Frank." I said, putting out my hand to meet his. It was soft just like I predicted his chest would be, and he had a nice grip. Oh I wonder how it would feel around my-
"Here you go Frank." He said smiling, handing me a wad of money. I stared at it, before looking up at him. He was so stunning. And he liked the same music. All in all he seemed like a pretty cool guy. This is your chance Frank, be adventurous! Take a goddamn chance in your life! It was fate that made you come here, and fate has to take its course. But what if he wasn't gay?
Ya know what? I need to take this chance.
"Oh, I can't accept you money." I replied simply. He looked confused for a moment.
"But, I can't just get free pizza, thats wrong." He pleaded, shoving the money back towards me.
"Who said it was free?" I asked seductively. He raised an eyebrow.
"But you just-" He then got the inside meaning. "Oh..." I forced a smile. But on the inside I was dying. He's probably not gay, he's probably straight with an amazing girlfriend and is going to beat me up. And its not like anyone would hear of the music still going on.
"Yeah." I muttered. I made my way over to him so I could stand in front of him. He didn't seem scared or angry, but not entirely pleased either.
That could change.