Meeting Up

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{Gerard's POV}

Did I look okay?

Hair was styled just right.

Clothes were alright.

There wasn't really anything else I could do.

I was kind of jealous of girls.

There were loads of different things they could do to make themselves look good.

What else could I do?

I looked at my hands.

I hadn't painted my nails in a long time...

A while ago, I had painted them black for Halloween but didn't bother to take it off for a week afterwards.

I did in the end of course.

Maybe I should paint them again.

What was the harm?

Mikey and my mum were downstairs.

I crept into my mum's room and rummaged round her dressing table.

It didn't take me long to find some black nail polish.

She didn't use it often so probably wouldn't miss it.

I grabbed it and darted back into my room.

Sitting on my bed, I unscrewed the cap.

The whiff of the nail polish was strong.

I kind of liked the smell.

When I had painted the left hand, I waited for it to dry.

I wasn't very experienced with painting nails so I had gotten a bit on my fingers.

I could always wash it off after.

Waiting for it to dry was boring.

It finally did though and I painted the other hand.

This one wasn't as neat of course.

I checked the time.

It was almost ten past twelve.

I would have to leave in a minute.

Good thing both hands were dry.

I wandered into the bathroom and washed off the bits that had dripped onto my fingers.

There.

I looked in the mirror.

I kind of liked my nails painted black.

Time to go.

Shoving my phone into my pocket, I went downstairs.

"Bye, mum," I headed for the front door.

"Hold on!" She called behind me.

I sighed and walked into the lounge.

Mikey was on the sofa, on his phone.

He looked up when he saw me.

My mum was standing in the kitchen doorway.

"Where are you going?" She frowned.

"Just out," I shrugged.

"Out where?" She pressed on.

Mikey spoke up then, "He's meeting up with his boyfriend."

"He's not my boyfriend!" I instantly denied.

My mum raised an eyebrow.

"Who are you meeting up with?" She asked.

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