Endless Possibilities (On Hiatus)
Chapter 3
I enjoy my freedom for about a week before the universe decides to turn against me.
It starts one night when I hear hushed yelling from my parent’s room. It’s obvious that they’re trying to be quiet. I can’t tell what they’re saying, only that it’s not a pleasant conversation. And somehow I just know it’s about me. What else could make them upset? In both their eyes, Jamia is the perfect child. I’m the fuck up. I’m the one who has piercings and tattoos and plays guitar. Mom’s work is fine, and his is better. Yupp, it’s about me.
“You know they’re arguing about you, right?” Jamia comes in as if my thoughts have summoned her knowledge.
I sigh, “And how do you know that?”
“My room is right next to theirs,” she sits on my bed, “I can hear everything they’re saying.”
“Yeah?”
“Yupp. Dad wants you to move out as soon as possible and Linda is insisting she can’t force you to leave. It’s actually been going on for a few nights now; you’ve just been too busy at Gerard’s.”
I catch the emphasis she puts on the word “busy” and raise an eyebrow, “There’s nothing like that going on. So what if I want to be around my boyfriend?”
She chokes on her air, “You mean you haven’t slept with him yet?”
I sigh, “Not that it’s any of your business, but no. We’ve been waiting.”
All of a sudden she’s hugging me, “That’s so cute! I knew he was the right guy for you!”
“Jamia?”
“Yeah?”
“Get out of my room.”
She makes a pouty face, but gets up and leaves.
…
“Frank? We need to talk,” fuck. I hate when Mom needs to talk. Look how the last time turned out.
“Yeah?” I ask.
She takes a deep breath and sits next to me. Then she fidgets nervously, “Frank, you know I love you and want you to be happy…”
I sigh, “Where are you going with this?” Wherever it is, I don’t like it.
“Well, it’s just that {} and I have been talking. And, well, we think that you need to give college a shot.”
She pauses to give me a chance to respond. I stare at her for a moment, trying to control my anger. She lets that guy control her life, and now she’s letting him control mine. “Mom, with all due respect, that’s not what I want right now. I want to stay at home and think about my life for a while.”
“Yes, Frankie, I know, but…There’s a really nice community college nearby. You can stay at home while you attend and {} will even pay for it.”
“Of course he’ll pay for it. The sooner I’m in college the sooner his life is made easier and he doesn’t have to deal with me as much.”
“Frank, you know that’s not true. He loves you like his own child.”
“To hell he does!” Yeah, I just cussed at my mom. And I don’t really care. I’m sick of her turning a blind eye to how that man treats me, “I’m just in his way. It started out as him just not caring, but once Jamia started being friendly toward me he started jumping my shit every chance he got. Face it, Mom, he doesn’t like me. He married you for you and just doesn’t give a fuck about the rest.”
She sighs, “I know he makes it seem that way, but I promise it’s not true. I’ve talked to him. He just wants you to grow up strong and have a successful life.”
Well, she’s obviously not listening. I knew she was too far up his butt, “Fine. I’ll go, but it’s because I want to, not because he wants me to.”
Her face splits into a grin and she hugs me, “Oh, thank you Frankie. I’m so proud of you.”
I let out a huff of air, “Whatever. I’m going to Gerard’s.”
…
“That’s about a load of shit,” Gerard says after I’ve relayed the story to him. We’re sitting snuggled up on his couch drinking coffee and sharing a cigarette. I desperately needed this to calm down.
“I know. Where does he get off trying to control my life? And using my mom to do it!”
He strokes my hair, “He’s a douchebag. I am glad you’re going to college, though. I promise it’s worth it.”
I smile, “Says the guy who’s got his life all planned out. I don’t even know what I want to major in.”
“Whoa whoa whoa. I don’t have my life planned out. I have no clue what comes after art school, but there’s still another year so I figure I’ve got time.”
I guess he’s right. It’s not like I have to have every miniscule detail of what I’m going to do in the coming years planned out. I should take baby steps. Starting with the fact that I’m going to college for the foreseeable future. Maybe it will be two years, maybe four. Hell, maybe I’ll get lazy and drop out mid semester. Who can really tell?
I look up and kiss his jaw, “You’re right, as always. I shouldn’t be worrying about it.”
He smiles down at me before placing a kiss to my lips, “It’s alright. You’re cute when you worry.”
I blush. I’m still not used to him complimenting me. I really should be. He’s been doing it since long before I finally agreed to date him. At least now I can retaliate sometimes. There’s not really much I can say in this situation though. I allow my lips to form into a pout.
“I don’t know what you’re talking about.”
He raises an eyebrow at me, “Watch it, Frank. You’re tempting me with that lip ring you have.”
Now that I can retaliate to. I grin and bite down on the small piece of metal, “Well you should be tempted. Someone really sexy bought it for me.”
I feel a shiver run through his body and before I know it I’m pinned to the couch. He leans down to whisper in my ear, “You’re making the wrong choice here, Frank. Just stop while you’re ahead.”
“Or what?” I tease. Then I lean up to capture him in another kiss, chewing slightly on his bottom lip.
“Or this!” he begins tickling me, causing me to squeal and squirm. I’ll never admit it, but I love when he tickles me. There’s something fun and romantic about it. Still, I’m a little disappointed. The truth is I hate Gerard’s aversion to sexual situations. I mean, I’m a teenage boy, dammit! I have needs! And while those needs are easily taken care of by myself in a locked bathroom, I would prefer to have them met by the man I love.
I understand where he’s coming from, though. It’s technically still illegal for us to have sex. And our relationship is pretty fresh. Rushing things could ruin it. I try not to be too pushy, but times like this just make it really unbearable.
It starts one night when I hear hushed yelling from my parent’s room. It’s obvious that they’re trying to be quiet. I can’t tell what they’re saying, only that it’s not a pleasant conversation. And somehow I just know it’s about me. What else could make them upset? In both their eyes, Jamia is the perfect child. I’m the fuck up. I’m the one who has piercings and tattoos and plays guitar. Mom’s work is fine, and his is better. Yupp, it’s about me.
“You know they’re arguing about you, right?” Jamia comes in as if my thoughts have summoned her knowledge.
I sigh, “And how do you know that?”
“My room is right next to theirs,” she sits on my bed, “I can hear everything they’re saying.”
“Yeah?”
“Yupp. Dad wants you to move out as soon as possible and Linda is insisting she can’t force you to leave. It’s actually been going on for a few nights now; you’ve just been too busy at Gerard’s.”
I catch the emphasis she puts on the word “busy” and raise an eyebrow, “There’s nothing like that going on. So what if I want to be around my boyfriend?”
She chokes on her air, “You mean you haven’t slept with him yet?”
I sigh, “Not that it’s any of your business, but no. We’ve been waiting.”
All of a sudden she’s hugging me, “That’s so cute! I knew he was the right guy for you!”
“Jamia?”
“Yeah?”
“Get out of my room.”
She makes a pouty face, but gets up and leaves.
…
“Frank? We need to talk,” fuck. I hate when Mom needs to talk. Look how the last time turned out.
“Yeah?” I ask.
She takes a deep breath and sits next to me. Then she fidgets nervously, “Frank, you know I love you and want you to be happy…”
I sigh, “Where are you going with this?” Wherever it is, I don’t like it.
“Well, it’s just that {} and I have been talking. And, well, we think that you need to give college a shot.”
She pauses to give me a chance to respond. I stare at her for a moment, trying to control my anger. She lets that guy control her life, and now she’s letting him control mine. “Mom, with all due respect, that’s not what I want right now. I want to stay at home and think about my life for a while.”
“Yes, Frankie, I know, but…There’s a really nice community college nearby. You can stay at home while you attend and {} will even pay for it.”
“Of course he’ll pay for it. The sooner I’m in college the sooner his life is made easier and he doesn’t have to deal with me as much.”
“Frank, you know that’s not true. He loves you like his own child.”
“To hell he does!” Yeah, I just cussed at my mom. And I don’t really care. I’m sick of her turning a blind eye to how that man treats me, “I’m just in his way. It started out as him just not caring, but once Jamia started being friendly toward me he started jumping my shit every chance he got. Face it, Mom, he doesn’t like me. He married you for you and just doesn’t give a fuck about the rest.”
She sighs, “I know he makes it seem that way, but I promise it’s not true. I’ve talked to him. He just wants you to grow up strong and have a successful life.”
Well, she’s obviously not listening. I knew she was too far up his butt, “Fine. I’ll go, but it’s because I want to, not because he wants me to.”
Her face splits into a grin and she hugs me, “Oh, thank you Frankie. I’m so proud of you.”
I let out a huff of air, “Whatever. I’m going to Gerard’s.”
…
“That’s about a load of shit,” Gerard says after I’ve relayed the story to him. We’re sitting snuggled up on his couch drinking coffee and sharing a cigarette. I desperately needed this to calm down.
“I know. Where does he get off trying to control my life? And using my mom to do it!”
He strokes my hair, “He’s a douchebag. I am glad you’re going to college, though. I promise it’s worth it.”
I smile, “Says the guy who’s got his life all planned out. I don’t even know what I want to major in.”
“Whoa whoa whoa. I don’t have my life planned out. I have no clue what comes after art school, but there’s still another year so I figure I’ve got time.”
I guess he’s right. It’s not like I have to have every miniscule detail of what I’m going to do in the coming years planned out. I should take baby steps. Starting with the fact that I’m going to college for the foreseeable future. Maybe it will be two years, maybe four. Hell, maybe I’ll get lazy and drop out mid semester. Who can really tell?
I look up and kiss his jaw, “You’re right, as always. I shouldn’t be worrying about it.”
He smiles down at me before placing a kiss to my lips, “It’s alright. You’re cute when you worry.”
I blush. I’m still not used to him complimenting me. I really should be. He’s been doing it since long before I finally agreed to date him. At least now I can retaliate sometimes. There’s not really much I can say in this situation though. I allow my lips to form into a pout.
“I don’t know what you’re talking about.”
He raises an eyebrow at me, “Watch it, Frank. You’re tempting me with that lip ring you have.”
Now that I can retaliate to. I grin and bite down on the small piece of metal, “Well you should be tempted. Someone really sexy bought it for me.”
I feel a shiver run through his body and before I know it I’m pinned to the couch. He leans down to whisper in my ear, “You’re making the wrong choice here, Frank. Just stop while you’re ahead.”
“Or what?” I tease. Then I lean up to capture him in another kiss, chewing slightly on his bottom lip.
“Or this!” he begins tickling me, causing me to squeal and squirm. I’ll never admit it, but I love when he tickles me. There’s something fun and romantic about it. Still, I’m a little disappointed. The truth is I hate Gerard’s aversion to sexual situations. I mean, I’m a teenage boy, dammit! I have needs! And while those needs are easily taken care of by myself in a locked bathroom, I would prefer to have them met by the man I love.
I understand where he’s coming from, though. It’s technically still illegal for us to have sex. And our relationship is pretty fresh. Rushing things could ruin it. I try not to be too pushy, but times like this just make it really unbearable.
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10/12/14