I wonder if Mikey’s home yet? I’m hungry like shit…I mean like, I haven’t eaten for the day and my stomach is already hurting. Sigh. I really hope he remembered to get something for me to eat. I’m running late for home. I opened the door and it hit something. “Shit!” I heard someone say. Mikey has company? I pushed the door again, harder this time. “Shit Gerard! Could you like wait for two seconds?!” Mikey screamed at me. I tapped my foot impatiently..”Okay now you can come in…geez!”
I literally run into the house and saw something I never expected. Frank from SraBess was sitting on the floor in our living room with a steel-stringed guitar on his lap. He was wearing a black Misfits t-shirt and black jeans. I looked him up and down while he did the same to me. A stupid grin spread across both of our faces when we realized we were wearing the same thing. Our eyes met for what seemed like an eternity, but was probably like 5 seconds. Frank looked down and began to blush. Dammit! I’m not fighting it anymore, He’s real fucking cute. I looked around for something to kill the awkwardness and noticed Mikey had his black bass guitar and amp out.
“Alright lovebirds, moving on.” He said breaking the tension. “Gee we ordered pizza and I wasn’t sure when you’d be home so I put it in the fridge.” “Uhh thanks.” I mutters and headed in the direction of the kitchen but for some reason I stopped in the doorway. “umm I’ll get that later I’ll be in my room.” I said softly. “Gee are you okay?” Mikey asked, obviously concerned. I gave him a faint ‘hmm’ and walked off into my room. I sighed, kicked off my shoes and dropped down on my bed. I’m too tired and hungry to eat, if that makes sense. I may fall asleep on the table and I wouldn’t want Frank to see that.
Oh yeah and franks in my living room and the last time I saw him I was a complete ass… I try falling asleep but that doesn’t work because my breathing insists on not regulating. Frank is in my living room. A short, sharp pain in my stomach reminded me that I hadn’t eaten anything since last night. I stood up and made an attempt to go to the kitchen but I got that pain again and dropped straight back onto the bed. ‘Maybe I should try and sleep it out’ I thought, but I spent all of about one hour rolling, turning and curling in my bed because of these terrible gripes. I knew something like this would have happened so I’d always be sure to eat. I can’t remember the last time I’d ever been in this much pain. It’s as if my stomach is paying me back for all the times it didn’t get to hurt me. Feeling exhausted and defeated, I lay as still as I could and embraced the searing pain in my stomach, when I heard a soft knock on my door. “yeh c’ min” I managed to say. I watched as the door knob turned and the back of Frank’s small figure came into view. He backed into the room holding a box of pizza in one hand and a starbucks cup in the other.
“Hey buddy.” He saud in a soft voice. “mm” I muttered, smiled at him and looked away, trying to look perfectly normal. He just gave me a sarcastic look and his gaze slowly shifted over my torso. I shifted slightly, feeling a different kind of hunger arising in my groin. Frank’s voice was once again heard. “Mikey told me that you get these really bad pains when you don’t eat,” he said while looking at me with pity as another spasm hit and I start curling up again. “Uhh, so I heated the pizza and brought u a caramel latte from Starbucks.” He said blushing. I felt so weak and dumb. I tried to sit up but ended up wincing and lying down again.
Frank walked next to me and wrapped his arms around my chest from behind and hoisted me up til I was leaning against the bed-head on a pillow that he placed there. He then placed the box of junk food on my lap and grabbed a slice while he handed me the cup of latte and allowed me to take a small sip. “Umm. Thank you so much Frank.” I said feeling weird to this foreign gesture. He simply smiled and said, “Anytime. Uhh here.” He said awkwardly handing me a slice of pizza. He watched as I took a bite and chewed. I was hoping that he didn’t notice me staring at the vein in his neck which was pulsating faster and faster. “umm Gee?” Gee? Well doesn’t he make friends quickly. “Yeah Frankie.” I said smiling, and he smiled back. “I was wondering..umm..can i….ask and odd question?” I chuckled...strangely enough. “well if that wasn’t on odd question then fine, hit me with your best shot.” He smiled. “Are you..gay?” I almost choked on the drink and he had to take the cup from my hand to allow me to cough up the remaining fluid in my wind pipe. “Uhh..*cough*, I don’t know..uh…” “It’s okay. You don’t have to answer. I was just…umm never mind.” “Do I lo..” “Please forget it.” He begged. I just nodded.
While eating, Frank was standing over my desk going through my various sketch books and looking at the different comic ideas that I drafted. “Wow these are really good! You’ve got some serious talent Gerard. This is really good.” “Thanks.” I smiled at the idea of someone liking my art. Maybe one day that could be people all over the world! I didn’t mind Frank searching through my stuff, but when I saw him pick up a particular book, I almost flipped. “Wait…” I said but probably too soft for him to hear. I put aside the obstructions on my lap and got off the bed in one quick jump. I made two hasty steps towards him which caught his attention. He spun around to face me and just then my head went light. My vision became a purple blur and my legs conveniently decided to give out as well. I heard Frankie swear under his breath and once more felt his arms wrapped around me…supporting me.
His knees buckled under my weight, after all I was heavier than his, and he looked like the only weights he lifted in his life were a stack of CD’s. “Shit!” he said and I fell to the ground, not too hard though and he was kneeling next to me, with his arms still supporting me. I guess it really was a good thing to have him here with me. It felt….different. Not sure if I like it or not. With our faces in such close proximity I could feel him breathing. I could smell his perfume which was now faint, but present. And I could barely smell his hair. I instinctively wrapped my hands around him and pulled him into a hug and inhaled him deeply.
His hair smelled like shampoo and sweat mixed with a faint bit of whatever they use in that music store. They must really work him hard. Then it hit me. “Fuck!” I said and let him go. “I’m sorry bout that Frankie.” I murmured feeling extremely embarrassed. “It’s oka…”Knock. Knock. Knock. “Gee! You in there?” was Mikey’s voice, gradually getting louder as he waltzed right into our ‘moment.’ Boy was I glad I let him go. Frank was a lot more collected than me though. He just looked up and said, “Hey Mikey, help me lift your brother, he weighs like a ton!” they both started laughing while I kept a permanent blushed stained on my cheeks.