Blow Me A Kiss Before She Goes

There was a knock on my bedroom window. I pushed the covers off me and turned on a lamp before walking over and pulling the curtains aside in order to reveal Adam’s smiling face. I opened the window.

“This is a nice surprise. What are you doing here?” Maybe it was a stupid question, but I had already been half asleep before the disturbance.

“I came to see you,” he said, grinning.

“Come round the front door.”

He looked inside as if he could see through my bedroom walls to where my family was watching television in the living room. “It’s late and I didn’t know if your parents would be cool with me stopping by.”

I rubbed at my eyes to wake them up properly. “Nonsense, go through the gate at the back of the house and I’ll meet you at the kitchen door. That way no one will have to know you’re here.”

“Ok,” he said in a whisper, disappearing from my view.

Shutting the window and pulling the curtains together, I looked around my bedroom. It looked fine so I snuck out to the kitchen where Adam was already waiting at the door. I hurriedly unlocked it and let him slip inside before locking it again.

“Everyone’s in the living room,” I informed him quietly.

He nodded and we snuck down the hallway, pausing briefly at the door to the living room. I peered inside to see my parents and Mikey watching The Simpsons, completely unaware of our presence.

We quietly laughed after we had passed and were nearly at my bedroom.

“Sshhh!” I tried to keep him quiet and in response he pushed me against the wall and kissed me.

It lasted only for a few seconds before we stumbled into my bedroom, failing to shut the door quietly, but neither of us noticed or cared. Instead we stopped just inside the room, standing in the middle of the floor, making out furiously. Our heavy breathing was the only sound in the room. I helped him out of his jacket and our shirts soon followed it to the floor before we collapsed on my tiny bed. I honestly didn’t mind the size of it in that moment, because Adam was straddling my waist, not once removing his lips from mine. We were grinding against each other like two horny teenagers, Adam actually having a legitimate excuse, as he was one. My own hands couldn’t find a single resting place, moving everywhere across his body.

When neither of us could breathe any longer we slowly and reluctantly parted, staring at each other for a while. Adam started laughing then, lying down next to me, practically squished between my body and the wall.

“Wow,” he muttered out of breath.

“Yeah.” I reached over to turn the light off and then found Adam’s face in the dark, pulling his lips back to mine.

*

The next morning I woke up with a smile on my face, recalling the night before and still experiencing the welcome warmth and comfort of the body next to mine. Adam was still fast asleep, his head resting on my shoulder and his mouth slightly open. I would have stayed there all day, but I was in desperate need of a bathroom. I planted a kiss on the top of his head before carefully sliding out from under him and quietly leaving the room. After using the bathroom, I headed straight for the kitchen in search of my morning coffee.

Mikey was sitting at the counter, eating cereal. He looked up when I entered the kitchen. I was too asleep to notice the corners of his mouth twitch upward in a knowing smile.

“Morning,” I mumbled, pulling a cup from the cupboard and filling it with coffee.

“Good morning to you!” he said cheerily. “Sleep well?”

“I did and you?”

“Not as well as I am sure you did,” he grinned broadly, but I ignored the implication of his words, taking a sip of my coffee and almost burning my tongue.

“Where are Mom and Dad?” I asked as casually as possible, actually fishing for information. I didn’t want to have to explain to my parents that I had a secret sleepover buddy the night before.

“Out. So your boyfriend can come out.”

I put the cup down on the table and smiled guiltily at him.

“Yeah, I heard you,” he said, pointing an accusing finger at me. “You know if you are going to sneak boys into your room in the middle of the night you could at least take care to do it quietly.”

“I did! You’ve got some sixth sense or something.”

“I’m awesome like that.” He was way too smug for his own good.

“Good morning.” Adam stood in the doorway looking adorable with his sleepy blue eyes and bed-head.

“Morning,” Mikey and I greeted him simultaneously.

“Coffee?” I asked, already getting him a cup without waiting for an answer.

“That would be great, thanks.” He slipped onto a chair next to Mikey and leaned forward on the counter. “I don’t know if we’ve met. I’m Adam.”

“Nice to meet you, Gerard’s boyfriend,” Mikey said, being a little ass. “I’m Mikey, the younger Way.”

“Ignore him,” I told Adam, putting the fresh cup of coffee in front of him.

Adam chuckled. “I can live with that name.”

We made eye contact and in that moment it was official. Adam was my boyfriend. Mikey didn’t miss the little moment we were having and got up from his seat.

“Get a room,” he teased, putting his bowl in the dishwasher and laughing as he left the room.

I leaned on the counter across from Adam. “What do you want to do today?”

“Get breakfast at IHOP,” he said eagerly. “We can each order a mountain of pancakes and just hang out. I love IHOP,” he confessed excitedly. “My parents take me there every single Saturday. I’m totally breaking tradition by ditching them to be here with you today.”

I chuckled. “It’s for a good cause.”

“A very good cause,” he smiled in agreement.

*

Frank’s POV

I’ve been calling Gerard all day, on his cell phone, the landline, but nothing. Mikey couldn’t tell me where he was and Ivy didn’t know anything either. A guy couldn’t just disappear off the face of the earth. He had to be somewhere. He could ignore my messages and my calls all he wanted, but he couldn’t avoid me if we happened to bump into each other, even if it was premeditated.

My feet carried me all the way to Gerard’s house where I sat down on the porch steps and waited. I didn’t care if I had to wait all day. He couldn’t avoid me forever and there was something important I needed to ask him. If he agreed to join the band, I was sure it would solve all of our problems and we would be able to spend a lot of time together.

I noticed him approaching. His messy black hair was clearly visible over the neighbor’s shrubs. I could hear his footsteps and then he turned onto the footpath to wear I was sitting. I stood up and dusted off my jeans. It soon became evident though that he hadn’t noticed me. Clearly his mind was somewhere else. He looked cheerful to say the least.

“Hey.” I greeted him, finally drawing his attention to me.

He looked up and stopped dead in his tracks. “Frank.” He obviously hadn’t been expecting to see me there.

“I’ve been trying to get a hold of you all day, but you’ve been ignoring me. Are you still mad at me?”

“Why would I be mad at you?” he asked dumbfounded. His hands patted the pockets of his jeans and searched inside his jacket pockets. “Sorry, I must have forgotten to take my phone when I left the house this morning.”

“Oh.” That caught me up short. I thought for sure that things still weren’t right between us. Apparently I had been wrong.

“What are you doing here?” he wanted to know.

“Well, I haven’t seen you since Monday and like I said, you weren’t answering your phone and there’s something important that I need to ask you.”

His eyes widened slightly at this. He looked down, suddenly looking guilty, and kicked at the pebbles beneath his feet. This had me somewhat suspicious, because something was going on with him, but I didn’t want to ask in case I said something wrong. Instead I focused on the reason I was there.

“I was thinking and the band agreed that you should join us. I’ve heard you sing and you’ll be great in the band.” I was ready to put up a fight for what I wanted, thinking that he would decline, considering our complicated relationship, but he simply shrugged and said, “Sure.”

“Sure?”

“Yeah,” he nodded. “It will be cool.”

“Cool!” I exclaimed, a smile splitting my face from ear to ear. “You’re in and you’re not mad at me.” I was ecstatic and would have let out an exclamation had it not been for… Come to think of it, there was no reason not to cheer. “Whoo!” I all but punched the air.

“No,” he chuckled. “I’m not mad at you. I’ve just been busy.”

“Of course, with the new job,” I guessed.

The guilty look was back again. “Yes, with my job.”

What was up with him? He was so composed and easily amenable. That wasn’t the Gerard I knew. At the very least I had expected him to point out that we might be at risk of exposing ourselves to unnecessary temptation if we were in a band together, but nothing, not even that. Don’t get me wrong, I was over the moon that he agreed to it, but there was something else going on and I was dying to know what it was.

“What is up with you?”

“Nothing,” he replied too quickly. “I didn’t get much sleep so I’m a bit scatterbrained. Also, I haven’t had any lunch. I’m starving.”

I was desperate to not part ways with him yet. “Come with me. You can have dinner with us.”

“Hmm.” He hesitated. “I haven’t been home all day. Rain check?”

I frowned, disappointed and a little annoyed by the way he was acting. He could have at least come up with a better excuse. “Are you sure you’re not mad at me?”

“Frank, I swear. I am not mad at you.” He ducked his head a little to look me in the eyes. “We’ll talk tomorrow, okay? When I come to band practice?”

“Fine, sure, whatever.” I mumbled. “I just really want things between us to go back to normal.”

“They will,” he assured me. “I promise,” he said over her shoulder as he headed up the steps and into the house, leaving me standing there alone.

I was definitely missing something. I would ask Ivy or Mikey. They should be able to tell me what Gerard was hiding and why he was acting so strange. It bothered me the entire walk home and was still on my mind when I went to bed later that night. Maybe he will be his old self again at band practice the next day. I hoped.

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