Mikey walked into the kitchen as I stood there drinking coffee. “Morning early bird.” I say to him nudging my head in the direction of the clock which read 10:48 am. He smiled at me as I passed him a cup of coffee. ”Thanks mom.” He said sarcastically and took a sip from the cup. Psshh. He can be such a douche when he now wakes up. “Hey Mikey, I’m going into the city today. I’ll be leaving soon…in about 15 minutes to be exact.” He looked up at me. “What for?” “Oh, umm remember that music store I was in the other day?” …he tapped his cup while staring at nothing in particular..”erm some ska something.” “SraBess? Yeh there. Well this really weird dude that works there bought me a CD so I’m gonna go look for him. You know, to tell him that I liked it.”
“But you hate people Gee.” He said teasingly. “Yeh I know but this guy is different. We have the same taste in music and he’s really cool.”Mikey looked at me wide eyed. “Okay you’re starting to freak me out. Erm I have to get something can you wait a while.” “sure.” I say and wonder what he’s up to. Oh well. It’s not like Frank was expecting me. I begin to think of that day about a week ago. That Frank guy was actually pretty cute. What if I came with him instead of Mikey. I close my eyes while inhaling the coffee imagining inhaling his scent with his black and blonde hair all in my face and his fingers digging into my back as I grind onto him through fabric. “WHAT THE FUCK!” I scream out loud. Just then Mikey rushes downstairs wearing a yellow t-shirt and black jeans. “ What! What’s wrong Gee?” he asked clearly concerned. Oops. “Umm sorry I overreacted. Umm I err spilled some of my coffee on my hand. Why are you dressed like that? And did you bathe? Did you brush your teeth?” I bombarded him with questions. “C’mon mom, leave me alone. Yes ma. Believe it or not I showered and brushed my teeth.” He said the last part airily, breathing into my face. “I wanna meet this guy..umm whats his…” “Frank, Mikey, Frank is his name…now let’s go before they close for lunch and we don’t catch him in time. Mikey just stared at me in teasing confusion then grabbed my car keys. I sighed and followed.
Mikey actually drived. Of course I grabbed on to the seatbelt and prayed for dear life the entire way…..that he drived. He literally pulled aside three blocks away from our house and told me to drive. Well at least I feel like I’m going to live after all. We pull up in front of SraBess Music Store and hop out the car. Why was I feeling so excited to see Frank again. I walked into the store. The familiar bell chimed as we entered. Mikey just ran ahead of me and straight up to the bass guitars. Sigh. He always did have a fascination for them. I’ve heard him play already…he was pretty good. He played in like 2 bands but they didn’t like his style and then after grandma died he just put it away.
I walked slowly over to the counter feeling ever so uncomfortable. There were a lot of people in the line…okay well…at least enough to make me feel uncomfortable. When it was my turn I looked coldly at the man in front of me. “Umm, hi I’m looking for Frank. Is he in today?” The guy looked at me as is I don’t even speak English. “Is Frank here?” I repeated getting frustrated. “I’m sorry sir,” he began, “there’s no one working here by the name of Frank.” He said turning his attention to the lady behind me. I put a hand out and stopped her. “err yes there is. I spoke with him last week.” “No sir…there is no one.” Confused and frustrated I stepped out the line and searched for Mikey. I’m not sure why but I turned back to look at the cashier and was sure I saw a small figure with a black mo-hawk and blonde sides. “Frank?” I muttered to myself.
I was about to make my way to where I last saw him when I heard someone fumbling and trying desperately to pronounce my name. “Ge, Gggg…umm..Geerrraard?” I spun around to face a widely grinning Frank. “Uhh hey.” I said, putting a lot of effort into being particularly nice.”the dud at the counter told me that there was no one working here by the name of Frank.” I said looking at him confused. He just laughed and waved it off. “Hmm I told him to stop calling me ‘Tiny’. Oh well, I do work here. So did you like the…” “I loved it! Sorry..again.” Argg. I cut him off again. “Glad you likes i…” “Gerard?” Oh great what now. I turned to come face to face with Mikey. “Oh yeah, Frank this is my little brother Mikey. Mikey this is Frank.” I introduced.
They smiled at each other and shook hands. “You got some sweet babes over there.” Mikey was saying, referring to the bass guitars in the corner of the store. “You play?” Frank asked, his already bright smile becoming even more radiant. Fuck! I can’t decide if I like it or not. *sigh* I didn’t want to listen to their little conversation about “babes” so I just walked in the opposite direction and towards some discs on the spinny-shelf thing.
Time was passing and I was constantly growing more and more impatient. I came to see Frank, but I’m here by myself looking at A.F.I. cd’s and Iron Maiden. I can’t take it anymore. “Mikey!” I called while I walked across the room to where he was standing holding a greyish-silver bass guitar with much too many sparkled over the pick-guard I think they call it? “C’mon Mikes I’m ready to go.” He looked at me with this estranged look. “Frank we gotta leave. See ya.” And with that, I just turned and walked away, having no idea why I was so pissed off. “Oh oh, Gerard did your period come?” Mikey asked, faking concern while Frank giggled his butt off. He looked kina cute with that giggle of his….FUCK! “Let’s go Mikey.” I said trying to keep my voice down. “Yes I love you too big bro.” I stopped at his words, remembering what happened. Uggh.I just flipped him off and left. I heard him say goodbye to Frank and watched as he crossed the street. Why the fuck did he get to be all chummy with him? Wait. Was I getting jealous?