*time lapse*
“Good afternoon Gerard.” Huh…Mr. Gyro….lol what’s his name again…oh yeh. “Good afternoon Mr. Lebanon.” “Please call me by my first name. Findell Lebanon. Mr. Lebanon makes me sound old and I’m only 29..well 30 next few weeks. Hahaha…” Why this weirdo pulling smalls with me this hour of the day. I mean yes we’re neighbors but we never really spoke much. I guess this is one of those moments when my face chooses to sell out what I’m thinking. “I bet you’re wondering how I’m talking to you like this all of a sudden.” He laughed at my suddenly surprised expression.” Well don’t you think it’s about time the community gets closer.” He said that while taking a step closer to me with this serious kind of look on his face. What the…. “Oh well, I hope I’ll see ya round.” He said, already walking in the direction of his house while waving. “I hope not.” I muttered under my breath and went into my own home.
I opened the door and it hit something. Hard. Well to be accurate someone. I cracked it slightly and slipped through to find Frankie sitting up and rubbing his collar bone. “Mikey why’d ya leave Frankie on the floor again! And what the fuck is that scent.” I yelled to nowhere in particular. “Aww well he’s not sleeping in my room when he’s drunk and throwing up all over the bathtub and basically anywhere he goes!” Mikey’s figure appeared running down the stairs. “Besides, if I put him in your room, where on earth will we go when it’s time to make love?” He asked seductively while grabbing my butt. “Fuck you.” was my reply. “And shoul…Mikeeeeyyyy!!!!” It had hit me that he’s drunk like a fish as well.
A few months have passed and we got to know Frank really well. We’ve passed in by the music store a couple more times and then Frank started coming over after his shift, then spending nights and well, the three of us eventually became really good friends. The about two weeks ago Frank got canned and a week ago got put out of his apartment because he couldn’t afford the rent. So he’s basically living here. And he’s totally depressed. It’s actually quite stressful because he turned semi bi-polar. One minute he’s the sexy bowl full of energy and the next minute he’s a sexy suicidal mess. Yeh he’s always, sexy that’s a constant.
“Umm sorry bout your shoulder buddy but that’s what you get for getting wasted again. How much did you have 3 sips?” I teased him. He just made a face at me. It’s actually not that bad having another person around that I can call a friend other than Mikey. I’d always remember when he helped feed me that time when I hadn’t eaten. Even after that with his broke ass he does little chores for people and buys a snack or something for me so I’d always have something to eat. He’s like a little toddler sometimes. You know, give you a messed up scrap of paper but you still appreciate it because along with it comes a little piece of their heart. I wish I could have trusted people a bit more. But I just can’t. It’s so difficult. And for Frankie..and Mikey, they just don’t care. I have to stand and watch the two most important gems in my life get heart broken, by other people and each other.
“Heyy Zewad! Come here and *hiccup* lift me up you sexy* hiccup*. Aaaaaaand he’s asleep again. Sighz. “You’re really something you know that Frankie?” I said to his unconscious body. “To the Mikey who’s partially sober, I’m car….”I sigh audibly. Mikey’s asleep with one leg on the centre table, his head under the couch cushion and one hand in his pants.” Haa! This is hilarious.” I say as I grab my phone and snap a few pictures. I chuckle to myself and head over to Frankie. Mikes will get payback for what he did to Frank. I’ll let him sleep on my bed. I hold him in bridal position and manage to throw his arms around my neck. God he stinks! He’s reeking of alcohol and vomit…..and Frankie!!! Yeh there’s no way in hell he’s sleeping on my bed in that condition. There’s no way he’s gonna sleep at all in that condition.
I set him down on the ground and head to draw a bath for him. But when I enter the bathroom I get another surprise that will make any janitor quit their job. The sink is filled with vomit of different colours and ‘textures’, the toilet is filled with toothpaste and mouthwash and the bathroom has a bunch of condoms filled with shit. What the fuck! I can’t leave the bitches alone for 2 minutes. “I step outside to make groceries and this is the mess I come back too?!” I argue to no one in particular, sounding like a single parent mother with 10 kids. “Then what on earth did Mikey bathe in? he looks clean enough.” Sigh. “He’ll just fix himself up when he’s sober.”
I ran to the bathroom across the hall from my room. “Thank goodness I locked this one before I left.” But when I tried the lock I mentally cursed myself. I forgot about Mikeys temporary obsession with lock picking. But I open it and get another surprise. It’s super clean with an already drawn bath that had grown cold and candles that obviously burned out. Franks mp3 was playing ‘Disarm’ by Smashing Pumpkins softly in the background, also featuring a low battery message. I’m guessing that playlist played atleast 300 billion times before I got back. I walked up to the bathroom counter and saw a note that read:
“Thanks for everything you’ve done for me. I know how hard you work to try and provide for Mikey and now me. I wanna help in whatever way I can, so I hope this de-stresses you.
Love, Frank Iero.” *handwritten in a corner “(and Mikey too!)”
I can’t help but smile. I’ll clean that mess after. I let out some of the cold water and refill the bit with steaming hot water. Perfect temperature. I also added some bath soap to it’s nice and frothy. I attached Franks mp3 to the charger while allowing the songs to continue playing. I re-place the candles and head outside. I grab a still sleeping Frankie and carry him into the bathroom. I can’t help but notice how adorable he looks when he’s asleep. By the time we reach the bathroom, Heroine Slow, by Pencey Prep was playing, and I don’t know why but I put it on repeat. I removed Franks plain black, vomit-stained t-shirt and threw it in the hallway. Then I removed his sock since his sneakers were already off along with one sock, and removed his jeans pants. I saw the bulge in his boxers. Oh gosh. The only thing going through my mind was how easy it would be to take him into my mouth. I feel myself growing slightly at the thought.
I lifter him up, boxers on and began to place him in the bathtub slowly. By this time Heroine slow began to play again. I guess the water woke him. Frank groggily opened his eyes and looked at me. He was already sitting in the tub and I was about to leave but he held on the ends of my jacket and stared into my eyes. “Don’t go.” He whispered. “Frank you’re just dru…” my words were cut off my Franks lips on mines. The alcohol was not as strong as before, but it was still there. I felt his lips on mines and his tongue moving along mines as well. He broke the kiss and stared at me, but it was as if he was looking at something inside me instead. His brown eyes were piercing deep into my soul. “Don’t go…” he whispered again, this time beginning to remove my jacket while kissing me. I don’t like this. I’m beginning to get attached. Who am I kidding I’m loving every moment of this shit. I kiss him back and helped him. I then easily removed my t-shirt and leaned in for another kiss.