A Night Worth Remembering
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Franks P.O.V
That’s how the next month passed. I would check on Austin and hang out with the guys. Then I would go home and do homework until Damien texted me, then I would text him until I fell asleep. Sometimes I would do both at the same time. Everyone was falling into a steady rhythm and I enjoyed that.
“Okay class, we have finished the last play that we will analyze this year. From here on out everything will be about the play. I hope everyone has been going over their lines at least once a day. That is the best way to learn them without cramming.” I was barely paying attention during class, but I did hear the bell dismissing us for the day. I met up with Austin and André, then headed to their house.
~Time Lapse~
“Frank hun! How have you been? I feel like we haven’t talked in ages! How are you? How is school going? I hear you have new boy toys! Is that true?” Austin’s mom yelled as soon as she saw me entering the kitchen. Today was one of the rare days that she was actually home.
“You told her!” I yelled as I turned around to face André.
“Oh Frankie! You should know by now that my boys can’t keep a secret from their mother! Now come on and tell me what’s going on!”
“Oh well... umm...’ I stammered, ‘everything is going great. I’m just focusing on school and stuff, you know?”
“Yeah, yeah, cool. Now talk to me about these boys!!”
“MOM! OH MY GOD! Leave him alone,’ André butted in, ‘and stop being nosy!”
“Sorry hun,’ she apologized to me, ‘It’s just so much fun picking on you!”
“It’s okay! I don’t blame you Mrs. H, I know that their isn’t a lot of drama going on in your life... other than like American Idol, right?” I teased.
“Well I am insulted Franklin! I have enough things going on in my life and I do not need to know about yours to entertain myself okay?!” she stormed off in feigned anger.
“Dude your mom--” I started to say.
“I know... just... don’t talk about it” he replied with the roll of his eyes. “Hey do you wanna procrastinate for a little and play some video games or actually do homework?”
“You boys better be doing homework out there!” Mrs. H called from the other room, possibly her bedroom.
“Oh yeah, Mrs. H, we are!” I yelled back. “Umm... yeah. Video games, after a pb&j.”
“Iero, that my man, is an addiction!” Austin called as he entered the kitchen.
“No it’s not! Why are you not wearing a shirt and pajama pants?” I asked cringing.
“What Frankie you don’t like all of this?” he asked motioning to his six pack.
“Eww... no, it’s gross actually.”
“Well the girls find it sexy! As for the pj’s I’m gonna take a nap and I like to be comfy so ha!”
“Well I’m not a girl, so ha to that and good night I guess.” With that he walked out and headed towards his room. “Okay how ab--” I got cut off because my phone started ringing. “Hello?”
Hey Frank, it’s Damien. I was wondering if you wanted to hang out. Today. Right now.
“Oh hey... umm... sure, but I’m at Austin and André’s house right now, so...”
I can... umm... pick you up from there if you want?
“NO!’ I yelled a little too loudly, ‘How about we meet at the park around the corner?”
Sure I’ll see you there in a few! Then he hung up.
“Who was it Frank?”
“It was.. oh.. umm... Gerard. He wants to go over lines, so I’m gonna go meet him there. I have to go. Bye!” I said too quickly to be believed, I picked up my stuff and ran out of the house.
~Time Lapse~
I met Damien at the park about a half hour ago and have been sitting on the swings ever since we met. We talked about everything and nothing, it felt just like old times. “Frank, I want to ask you something, and you can feel free to say no, but I want to ask you it okay?”
“Umm... sure Damien. What is it?”
“This past month has been great,’ he started, ‘and every time we text it reminds me of when we were together and we were both so happy and I wanna be happy like that again--”
“Damien” I sighed.
“No please, let me finish,’ I nodded, ‘I know that you don’t want to get with me. Whether it is because of what I did or if you’ve just grown out of me or if you’ve found someone else. I don’t want to give up on what we had. I don’t care if we’re not together I just want to be near you. Do you want to try to have a friendship? Which leads me to ask, if you really want to try this out... will you go to the black flag concert with me next week?” He finished his monologue with hope shining through his tear filled eyes. I don’t know if it was the way he looked sitting on the swing or the way everything sounded so raw when I was with him, I just agreed. I agreed to spend 4 hours with the man that broke my heart.
~Time Lapse To The End of the Concert~
At first I was a little nervous to be around Damien for such a long time but now that we spent a whole Friday night together I was okay with spending more time with him. “OH MY GOD DAMIEN THAT WAS AMAZING! I CAN’T BELIEVE THIS HAPPENED! OH MY GOD!” I yelled for the third time in a row.
“Frank I really don’t know how you even saw them if you were in the mosh pit the whole entire time! Not to mention the fact that you’re drunk.”
“Yes! I am drunk and I was in the mosh pit but I was having the time of my life!” I missed a step and almost fell, but Damien caught me. Had this been any other occasion I would have been very mad, but I was drunk and high on post concert glee, so instead I said, “Damien thank you for catching me! I would have killed, like, so many plants and hurt myself if you hadn’t caught me!’ I giggled, ‘Oh man! My mom was right, chivalry isn’t dead!”
“Oh Frank--”
“No Damien,’ I interrupted, ‘you’re great. You’re really great.” Frank shut your drunk ass up and get out of this heartbreakers arms a voice in the back of my mind called. “No hush up,” I said to no one in particular.
“Frank--” I never got to know what Damien was going to say because I was too busy staring at his eyes in the horrible fluorescent light. He was sweaty and I smelled like shit and beer, but it didn’t matter because the kiss was great... my hangover tomorrow won’t be, but that doesn’t matter because I want Damien in me, now. “Hey D? Let’s go find your car and go home yeah?” I said in a sexual slur.
“Yeah,’ he shivered, ‘okay.”
Gerard’s P.O.V
I watched as Frank got into Damiens car and then I watched them drive off.
Lets go home, yeah? That line was on repeat, like a broken record in my head.
“Fuck you,’ I muttered through gritted teeth, ‘fuck you! It is so on Damien Clark.”
“Gerard are you sure? You really wanna wage war now?” Mikey asked being the voice of reason.
“Yeah Mikey,” I said wiping a tear off my face, ‘I’m done with this fucking Black-Ops recon shit, this is war.”
That’s how the next month passed. I would check on Austin and hang out with the guys. Then I would go home and do homework until Damien texted me, then I would text him until I fell asleep. Sometimes I would do both at the same time. Everyone was falling into a steady rhythm and I enjoyed that.
“Okay class, we have finished the last play that we will analyze this year. From here on out everything will be about the play. I hope everyone has been going over their lines at least once a day. That is the best way to learn them without cramming.” I was barely paying attention during class, but I did hear the bell dismissing us for the day. I met up with Austin and André, then headed to their house.
~Time Lapse~
“Frank hun! How have you been? I feel like we haven’t talked in ages! How are you? How is school going? I hear you have new boy toys! Is that true?” Austin’s mom yelled as soon as she saw me entering the kitchen. Today was one of the rare days that she was actually home.
“You told her!” I yelled as I turned around to face André.
“Oh Frankie! You should know by now that my boys can’t keep a secret from their mother! Now come on and tell me what’s going on!”
“Oh well... umm...’ I stammered, ‘everything is going great. I’m just focusing on school and stuff, you know?”
“Yeah, yeah, cool. Now talk to me about these boys!!”
“MOM! OH MY GOD! Leave him alone,’ André butted in, ‘and stop being nosy!”
“Sorry hun,’ she apologized to me, ‘It’s just so much fun picking on you!”
“It’s okay! I don’t blame you Mrs. H, I know that their isn’t a lot of drama going on in your life... other than like American Idol, right?” I teased.
“Well I am insulted Franklin! I have enough things going on in my life and I do not need to know about yours to entertain myself okay?!” she stormed off in feigned anger.
“Dude your mom--” I started to say.
“I know... just... don’t talk about it” he replied with the roll of his eyes. “Hey do you wanna procrastinate for a little and play some video games or actually do homework?”
“You boys better be doing homework out there!” Mrs. H called from the other room, possibly her bedroom.
“Oh yeah, Mrs. H, we are!” I yelled back. “Umm... yeah. Video games, after a pb&j.”
“Iero, that my man, is an addiction!” Austin called as he entered the kitchen.
“No it’s not! Why are you not wearing a shirt and pajama pants?” I asked cringing.
“What Frankie you don’t like all of this?” he asked motioning to his six pack.
“Eww... no, it’s gross actually.”
“Well the girls find it sexy! As for the pj’s I’m gonna take a nap and I like to be comfy so ha!”
“Well I’m not a girl, so ha to that and good night I guess.” With that he walked out and headed towards his room. “Okay how ab--” I got cut off because my phone started ringing. “Hello?”
Hey Frank, it’s Damien. I was wondering if you wanted to hang out. Today. Right now.
“Oh hey... umm... sure, but I’m at Austin and André’s house right now, so...”
I can... umm... pick you up from there if you want?
“NO!’ I yelled a little too loudly, ‘How about we meet at the park around the corner?”
Sure I’ll see you there in a few! Then he hung up.
“Who was it Frank?”
“It was.. oh.. umm... Gerard. He wants to go over lines, so I’m gonna go meet him there. I have to go. Bye!” I said too quickly to be believed, I picked up my stuff and ran out of the house.
~Time Lapse~
I met Damien at the park about a half hour ago and have been sitting on the swings ever since we met. We talked about everything and nothing, it felt just like old times. “Frank, I want to ask you something, and you can feel free to say no, but I want to ask you it okay?”
“Umm... sure Damien. What is it?”
“This past month has been great,’ he started, ‘and every time we text it reminds me of when we were together and we were both so happy and I wanna be happy like that again--”
“Damien” I sighed.
“No please, let me finish,’ I nodded, ‘I know that you don’t want to get with me. Whether it is because of what I did or if you’ve just grown out of me or if you’ve found someone else. I don’t want to give up on what we had. I don’t care if we’re not together I just want to be near you. Do you want to try to have a friendship? Which leads me to ask, if you really want to try this out... will you go to the black flag concert with me next week?” He finished his monologue with hope shining through his tear filled eyes. I don’t know if it was the way he looked sitting on the swing or the way everything sounded so raw when I was with him, I just agreed. I agreed to spend 4 hours with the man that broke my heart.
~Time Lapse To The End of the Concert~
At first I was a little nervous to be around Damien for such a long time but now that we spent a whole Friday night together I was okay with spending more time with him. “OH MY GOD DAMIEN THAT WAS AMAZING! I CAN’T BELIEVE THIS HAPPENED! OH MY GOD!” I yelled for the third time in a row.
“Frank I really don’t know how you even saw them if you were in the mosh pit the whole entire time! Not to mention the fact that you’re drunk.”
“Yes! I am drunk and I was in the mosh pit but I was having the time of my life!” I missed a step and almost fell, but Damien caught me. Had this been any other occasion I would have been very mad, but I was drunk and high on post concert glee, so instead I said, “Damien thank you for catching me! I would have killed, like, so many plants and hurt myself if you hadn’t caught me!’ I giggled, ‘Oh man! My mom was right, chivalry isn’t dead!”
“Oh Frank--”
“No Damien,’ I interrupted, ‘you’re great. You’re really great.” Frank shut your drunk ass up and get out of this heartbreakers arms a voice in the back of my mind called. “No hush up,” I said to no one in particular.
“Frank--” I never got to know what Damien was going to say because I was too busy staring at his eyes in the horrible fluorescent light. He was sweaty and I smelled like shit and beer, but it didn’t matter because the kiss was great... my hangover tomorrow won’t be, but that doesn’t matter because I want Damien in me, now. “Hey D? Let’s go find your car and go home yeah?” I said in a sexual slur.
“Yeah,’ he shivered, ‘okay.”
Gerard’s P.O.V
I watched as Frank got into Damiens car and then I watched them drive off.
Lets go home, yeah? That line was on repeat, like a broken record in my head.
“Fuck you,’ I muttered through gritted teeth, ‘fuck you! It is so on Damien Clark.”
“Gerard are you sure? You really wanna wage war now?” Mikey asked being the voice of reason.
“Yeah Mikey,” I said wiping a tear off my face, ‘I’m done with this fucking Black-Ops recon shit, this is war.”
Notes
Holy smokes! It's been a whole 7 DAYS! I'm sorry! Twisted was really good and I really wanna get my license before I'm 70 so I'm working on that too and the list goes on, but mainly I was lacking inspiration, but after I helped my sister with her resume I was inspired, so TADAA *throws sparkles*. I think you guys have been waiting long enough! I think we should let Frankie and Damien do the do then have everything go down hill? What do you guys think?~~~~~~~~~~
K ;)
P. Freaking. S. Gerard will get with Frank soon I promise!
It's totally fine! Take your time! :)
6/1/14