“Bet you can’t keep up Gerard!” Mikey shouted.
I was panting as I tried to run after him. “I can’t… Mikey! I’m going to trip!”
“No you won’t! Don’t be such a scardy cat! Scardy cat scardy cat!” Mikey teased. “Who is the older brother here? Guess it’s me!”
“Are not!” I gasped and smirked as I ran after him, listening for the sound of his voice to make sure I stayed in the right direction. Suddenly I gasped as my foot collided into a rock and it sent me rolling into the grass, where I cut my knee open with the force of the fall. I started to cry and sat up, running my hand over the scrape and feeling the sticky blood from it run through my fingers.
I heard the heavy breathing of my brother in seconds, and he brushed a gentle finger near the wound so it wouldn’t sting as he inspected it. I felt the cloth from his shirt meet with the wound and he dabbed at it. He then spat on it to make sure he had washed all the blood away and he pulled me into a hug. I cried on his shoulder and he rubbed my back.
“I sorry Gee. We can play something easier for you. Like, maybe we could play chopsticks or something.” Mikey said.
“Otay.” I wiped the tears from my face and smiled.”Fank you.”
“Of course Gee. I’ll always be here for you.”
***
I thought that maybe if I called Frank right away he’d find me annoying, so I decided to refrain myself from doing so. Although I was itching to see him again and feel how it felt to actually have friends, I knew I had to take it slow, otherwise he’d be annoyed by my childish behavior. That was the last thing I wanted. I had a lot of socialization skills to learn though and I was nervous about fucking it up with Frank.
The only people I ever made contact with, besides my doctors and close relatives, were Mikey’s friends. However, I usually kept our conversations to a minimum; I didn’t like talking to them much. They were all motorcyclists and thought they were so cool. I could picture them all in their black leather boots, leather jackets and black jeans. Yeah, they thought they were even cooler for managing to steal cigarettes from convenience stores all the time. All I ever heard was their talks about the new Harley or the expensive bike they wanted. Mikey didn’t even have a bike; he’d always been salivating over one for the longest time but couldn’t afford it, so for now he rode with his girlfriend.
One time they insisted to take me out on a ride on the bikes. My usual rescuer, my mom, wasn’t there, so I eventually gave in, being weak to peer pressure. They had guided me to one of the bikes and in moments I was sitting on the cushion of one of the bikes, clinging to Mikey’s friend Matt for dear life. They all started going and it didn’t even take a minute before I absolutely hated it and wanted to have my feet planted on the ground again. I hated how the motorcycle’s engine was too loud, it hurt my ears and I couldn’t hear anything. I couldn’t appreciate a thing that was going on without my hearing. All I felt was wind trying to pry me off of the seat, and my heart pump practically out of my chest.
Not having the same interests kept me quite far apart from Mikey’s friends, and I always dismissed any invites to any of their parties or hang outs, not wanting to deal with whatever the heck they did when they hung out. I was almost certain they just sat and smoked weed all the time and I didn’t want to get involved with that. I had enough in my life that was killing me slowly, the last thing I needed was to put more toxins in my body.
I was quite annoyed when my brother came in and broke the silence of the room, and sent my thoughts scattering away into the shadows of my mind. “Hey Gerard.”
I sat up where I was laying in bed, and looked in his general direction. “Sup?”
“I texted Frank for you.” His voice was so nonchalant it took me a moment to register what he just said.
When it clicked, I was completely shocked by the news and my jaw dropped. “wait, you what!?” I almost screamed.
“Jeez, calm down Gee. Look, I know you aren’t totally a good…well…good at socialization. So I decided to take matters into my own hands, knowing I had to. Frank likes you, I can tell. So I texted him. You’re in for a surprise.”
“What’s that?” I rolled my eyes. I was already annoyed with him, the last thing I needed was some sarcastic comment.
“He’s sooo gay.” Mikey said in a sing-song voice, it irritated me a lot.
“Cut the shit Mikey.” I rolled my eyes, knowing he was totally lying and just telling me that, knowing I was gay and probably wanted to set me up on a date. I’d come out to him two years ago, he knew before my mom. When he found out he was kind of excited, asking me how I’d found out and such, always wanting to set me up on dates with cute guys. I guess I couldn’t complain, at least he didn’t hate me.
“Okay fine, he didn’t tell me that exactly, but I’m telling you he is. But anyway, my surprise…Frank lives here! In our town! He can easily walk right over here! Is that cool or what?” Mikey sounded excited.
My stomach did flips and spins at this news. I wanted to jump out of bed and hug Mikey so tight. “Really? Is he coming? when?”
“He’ll actually be over in a few minutes.”
I bit my lip nervously. “You could’ve told me that sooner! What should I wear? Something better than this!” I was in a panic. “Something casual? but then he might think I don’t care what he thinks… something fancy? No, because then he’ll think I don’t care…”
“Gerard, calm down, it’s not that big of a deal…”
I ignored Mikey’s attempt at calming me down as I found my way to the closet, guided by my hand against the wall. I switched on the light and sighed. “Help me pick something Mikes.”
“Alright alright calm yourself, my God.” Mikey mumbled as he walked over to me. He stood beside me and was thoughtful for a few minutes before I heard hangers slide around and finally I heard him go “Ahah!” and he walked out of the closet. I followed after him to my bed. He had placed my clothes out on my bed.
“What does it look like?” I asked.
“Well, let’s see. It’s your black flag t-shirt with your black jeans. I’m letting you borrow one of my leather jackets too, hang on.” I heard Mikey run out of the room, so I quickly threw on the clothes he had given me. I had gotten very good at putting on clothes without putting things on backwards by now. It has been like, ten years of practice. I stood for a moment, running my fingers down my body as I felt the material I was wearing. It didn’t feel bad, I felt pretty confident about how I looked.
Mikey came back in and slipped the jacket on for me. I stood and I could tell he was looking over me, admiring his work. “Perfect.” He breathed. “You look great.”
“You think?” I blushed a little.
“Oh yes. If Frank is gay, he’ll definitely hit on you.”
I blushed even harder. Was it that obvious that I liked Frank?
“It’s only obvious to me.” Mikey answered my question and I couldn’t help but giggle at how he could practically read my mind. Mikey’s arms wrapped around me and he pulled me into a hug. “You’re my older brother, I’ve grown up with you, and I can read you like a book.” He laughed.
Suddenly the door bell rang, and I felt anxiety prickle at my nerves. Mikey took my hand, pulling away from the hug, and led me down the stairs, letting me open the door. I brought my shaky palms to the door knob, feeling its cool surface against my sweaty palms. Gathering my courage, I turned the knob and let the door swing open.
I felt Frank’s prescience right away. There was static radiating from the open doorway, and I felt a sudden rush of happiness. I had never felt the prescience of anyone like this before, and I could practically vision him standing in front of me. I could see his shape in front of me, and I couldn’t help but smile at him. I could almost feel his beauty.
“Hey.” I heard Frank’s nonchalant voice, and it sent my stomach to floor. I couldn’t speak, so Mikey invited him in for me. We sat next to each other in the living room and Mikey went to go grab us some drinks, leaving us alone, probably purposely. I looked in the general direction of Frank, and I could tell he was looking over me… I was pretty sure he was checking me out. I was amused by this, especially since Frank must’ve thought I couldn’t tell, but I could. I could feel his gaze right on my…
“So how have you been Gee?” Frank asked, cutting my thoughts off, and I automatically blushed and laughed, embarrassed at the nickname. “What, can’t call you Gee?”
“No no, that’s fine.” I giggled. “Just not…used to non-family calling me that.” I must’ve been blushing as red as a tomato.
“I like it. It’s a cute nickname I think. For a cute boy.”
That sent me blushing so much; I couldn’t even believe he’d said that. “T-Thanks.” I was so flustered. I couldn’t say anything else other than that.
Frank sensed that and laughed a little. “So you never answered my question.”
“What question?” I asked, having forgotten the original question.
“How are you?” he giggled.
“Oh, right. I’m good! Y’know, life’s been the same old same old. Nothing new.” I shrugged. “How about you?”
“Eh, I’ve had a ton of homework lately.”
“Oh. Having homework sucks, huh?” I frowned.
“Yeah, but y’know, I can’t avoid it so.” I felt Frank shrug and shift his position to lean back against the sofa.
“True. So don’t you go and do something to make you less stressed?” I asked.
“Well, I play the guitar a little bit.” Frank said, not very enthusiastic about it.
“Don’t you hang out with friends?” I asked, just trying to get a feel for the average teenage life.
There was a pause of hesitation. “Y-yeah. O-of course. But I dunno. I like being by myself more.”
“Oh. Yeah, me too.” I confessed. Why had he hesitated? Why did he stutter? Did I say something wrong? God damn it Gerard, you’re such an idiot. Just stop talking.
“I want to see your room. Can we go?” Frank asked. “Tell me where it is.”
“It’s the first door on your left upstairs.” As soon as I had said it Frank had taken me by the hand and pulled me away from the couch. We had completely forgotten about Mikey and we ran up the stairs into my room. Well, I was really dragged, but, same thing. Frank didn’t let go of my hand even when we were in my room. I could feel his head movements through his touch and it made me smile as he looked around my room. I knew exactly what it looked like.
Green painted walls, with posters of various bands plastered around here and there was what my room was surrounded by. There was a desk to the far right, though it was more for show than anything else, since I couldn’t really draw. I mean, I try sometimes, trying to feel where I last placed the lead from the pencil and complete the drawings, but I was never able to fully finish a drawing. I just got frustrated, cursed at my eyes, and someone would have to come in and calm me down before I had a mental break down.
To the far left, in the corner, sat my bed, accompanied by a night stand that held the stereo I used for audio books and music. Laid across the floor was my one and only acoustic guitar.
“Wow.” Frank breathed, squeezing my hand. “I love it. So personalized… who did it? Well, I mean, I know like, you picked the stuff out, but like…”
“I know what you mean. Mikey and my mom for my birthday two years ago. They’re awesome, aren’t they? I love it. They described everything to me, and I know what everything looks like and it’s perfect.” I smiled with pride of my room.
“I truly love it Gee.” Frank smiled at me, and I could hear the honesty in his voice, making me smile.
“Thanks.”
“So you play guitar too?” Frank sounded excited as he looked down at my guitar.
I shrugged. “Not really. My dad played and bought that for me on my third birthday.” I tried not to think about that and start crying like I usually did when I remembered about that day, one of the greatest days I could remember before the accident… well I wasn’t going to think about that now. Lucky for me Frank was there to distract my thoughts.
“Know how to play anything?”
“Not really.” I confessed. Suddenly Frank pulled on my arm and I heard the vibration of strings as Frank lifted the guitar by its neck. He guided me to the bed and he sat me down on the bed, seating himself right behind me.
I felt electricity flow through my body, and I was trying too hard to not to let my feelings explode everywhere. My stomach was doing gymnastics and I could hardly concentrate and for once I didn’t hear what Frank told me. And I always heard what people told me.
“Did you hear me Gee?”
“n-no, what?” I was flustered.
He laughed. “Okay, so can you put a finger on the second fret for me?”
I nodded and did so. He guided my finger with his own to the proper string and it sent chills throughout my body. His gentle touch was so…gentle. I don’t know how else to put it. It made my head feel fuzzy and my body so relaxed, even though I was so nervous… how could someone be the cause of my anxiety and then the cause of my relaxation?
“Now put your middle finger on the second fret on the string below the one you’re already on.” Frank started moving my finger for me, so I let him, wanting to feel his touch as long as possible. “Now, strum.” he instructed me.
I bit my lip and sent a finger down the six strings, and a beautiful sound was radiated from the guitar’s body. It seemed to caress my eardrums and kiss them softly, sending immediate approval from my brain. Yes, I liked this chord. I strummed it happily, sending my fingers up and down several times before smiling, looking back at Frank for approval.
I felt his approving gaze look back at mine, and he smiled. “You’re a natural Gee. You know that? I think you have talent with music.”
I blushed. “I don’t think so.” I shrugged.
“well you’re wrong.” Frank moved slightly closer to me, and I felt my heart want to leap out of my chest and run away, out of my room and down the hall and lock itself in the bathroom. I was shaking my leg with nerves. Oh God, I hope it didn’t show…
“I’m really not.” I mumbled, looking down at the floor.
“Oh, hush.” Frank’s hand was suddenly touching my waist, and I felt fireworks exploding within me. I felt my mind empty of any doubt and, without letting myself over think it, I moved my hand off the body of the guitar, sliding it down the smooth wood, gently placing my hand on top of Franks. Electricity shot through us both, I felt it as it zigzagged through our bodies. I tried to prevent myself from shivering, but to no avail. But Frank didn’t seem to notice it; he seemed absorbed in his own thoughts. Suddenly he slid his hand away from mine, and I immediately panicked. Did I go too far? Was I not supposed to do that?
A hurricane of negative thoughts raged through my brain, and I felt a little dizzy. I was so paranoid I didn’t notice Frank was moving his hand up to touch my face.
His fingers brushed against my cheek and he grabbed onto my sunglasses. I didn’t stop him as he removed them from my face, placing them beside us on the bed. I blushed slightly, looking down.
“You have beautiful eyes.” Frank whispered suddenly, his breath was hot on my cheek. I felt his breath come from his mouth and wrap around my cheeks in a warm hug. He was right there, gazing deeply into my eyes. I felt it. I slid the guitar from my lap, setting it beside us on the bed. I was biting my lip, and I didn’t respond to the compliment, too flustered. My cheeks must’ve looked like cherries.
I felt the bed shift a little as Frank’s weight was shifted and I felt his breath closer and closer to my face. I was absolutely terrified, but didn’t pull away. I closed my eyes and leaned forward ever so slightly, and our lips met gently.
The amount of electricity that shot through my body was overwhelming. The emotions that danced through my stomach was incredible, I’d never felt such a mix of emotions all at once. Feeling his moist lips against mine was such an amazing feeling, and I’d never felt anything like it before. I was shaking so much as I started to pull away, but before I could fully pull away Franks hands cupped my face and he pulled me back into a kiss, getting deeper this time.
“Hey guys-“ I heard the sound of Mikey’s voice come from the door, followed by a gasp and the dropping of a cup. The clank of a plastic cup echoed through the room, which was silent as Frank and I pulled away, blushing.
I could tell Frank was embarrassed and was staring at Mikey. “Mikey, I can explain…”

Notes

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