Mama, we're all gonna die.

"Why, hello mister." I smirk at him before I crawl my body over the seat, into the back.

"Ayee." Frank smiles as he watches me come closer to him. As I get my legs over the seat, I throw myself on top of him. Shoving my tongue between his teeth. I rub it against the back of his throat as his hands make their way to the back of my thighs. Pulling me closer to him, only encouraging me to move my mouth against his harder.

I drop my waist on his as his teeth bite my tongue as I lick the inside of his mouth. The moment washes over me, I drag myself off him. My fingers lust to rip his pants off, and with the help of Frank. They do just that. I find him bulging out of his boxers, only tempting me to go in. My hands pull him out as my eyes meet with his. His tongue slides along his lips with his teeth sinking in them. I watch his face blush, telling me to just do it already. I take him into my mouth, hungry gasps crawl from inside him.

Hearing his light moans trigger me to slide my tongue down his length. My head moves around with my tongue. I play with him till his hands catch me. Holding me in place as I slide him farther in my mouth. His fingers glide through my hair as he massages my head as I place him deeper in my throat. Unlike him, I don't gag.

His moans grow harder along with his grip on my hair as I slide him against the back of my throat. Just hearing the perfect melody of his moans send me crashing my head down on him.

"Oh, God Gee. What are you doing and please.. don't stop." he gasps out as my tongue moves along with my head bobbing.

I continue to deep throat him as he groans in pure pleasure. I decide to pull a few of my little tricks.. let's just say I'm a little experienced.
He trusts his hims against my head, pushing it down harder with his hands. Sending him to push himself all the way down my throat. I know exactly when he's getting there so I tease him with running my tongue up in down him as he's down my throat.

"Oh, god. yess.." Frank moans as he releases in my mouth, I swallow his warm sperm. Without spilling a drop as I pull him out.
My body crawls back up on the seat as my eyes watch his chest rise and fall. Only reminding me of the first time I got blown.

"Totesmagoats dude.' I lick his cheek as his face rips open in a smile. I watch one of his eyes open before I wink at him. He can't help himself but laugh at me..

"God, what am I going to do with you?"

"Keep me out of jail. What else?" Frank rolls his eyes at me.

"Yeah, now if you get caught again you'll go to big boy jail.

I only stick my tongue out at him before I pull him onto my lap.

"Gee, how stoned are you right now?" I take a moment to actually think about the question..Well I feel pretty normal and my head's pretty clear.. but I don't think my head's totally out of the clouds yet.

"Uhh, I'd give it a strong three."

"Okay, so I can have a normal conversation with you?"

My hands only rub his head while I mess up his hair. "Yeah, squirt." I raise my eyebrow at him. "Hey, I got a question for you."

'Hit me."

"When did you first start liking me?"

"Oh god, I don't even know. Well.. I saw you for the first time in sixth grade. Right before these bastards tried throwing me in a garbage can. I saw you walk by and I thought you were absolutely beautiful.. I couldn't help myself." I find him blushing before his catches his breath. "That's why I never cared about being beat up.. I know I could always see you everyday.. I just hated that you'd see me being tortured.. But then.."

"But what?" my hands lay on his.

"You went to juvie, I almost lost hope when I didn't see you at school. And even worse, they were harder on me. They shoved me in lockers, shoved my head in toilets. I was so embarrassed.. All through eighth grade. I almost lost hope on everything. i couldn't handle it anymore.. I always told myself in the mornings, 'Oh, maybe he'll be here today.' and when I came home from school I'd say 'Oh, there's always tomorrow.' But you were never there.. It killed me but I kept lying to myself. Every fucking day.. I ended up in the hospital, you know. No, you don't know. Because I never told you. I never wanted to.. I never wanted you to know me like that.."

Tears poke through his eyes, I just squeeze his hands a little tighter, just killing to know what else he has to say. "Know you.. like what? Frank why were you in the hospital?"

"I tried taking pills!" He spits out. "I was in love with a suicide. I became hooked, I couldn't handle life. I always kept trying to adjust. But I couldn't.. so pills were my escape.. My mom found me.. found me lying on my floor, screaming from hallucinations. She found pill bottles scattered around me, she took them and hit them. That whole next week I'd be screaming 'where are my fucking pills?' But I found them in my mom's drawer. I missed them so much.." His voice chokes up with tears. "I over dosed.. I was in the hospital. I had my stomach pumped.. all the pain.. all the fucking doctors. I hated being in there. Being watched over so I don't try to kill myself.. Why do you think I'm always to scared to smoke with you, or drink or another drug.. I don't want to be that Frank again... Not ever ever...ever again!" His voice screams.. Chelsea looks back, but bites her tongue.. she knows she shouldn't say anything.. only looking forward again. I don't respond either. I don't even know how to.. Or if I even should.. But I hold him tight, I feel his damp eyes begin to soak my Exploited shirt. But my eyes stay dry. I don't cry. Nope, not one tear. I never cry.. I just can't.. Just the way I was.

Frank's head stays plated against my chest, resting under my chin. My eyes just stare out the windows. Night covers the sky.. shadows of trees peek through the veil. Soon enough, I feel his head lift from my chest.

"Gerard?"

"Hmm?"

"Why did you do it..?"

"Wait, what?"

"After eighth grade, freshman year.. you slept around with all those dudes.. don't even try to deny it cause you always came to school with hickes all over your neck.. Just.. why?"

My mouth opens... but no words come out.. I can't even pull them out. Not even if I force myself. They're lost.. scrambled in my mind. All I can say is.. "Frank.."

"that's why I stopped liking you.. I knew I would never have a chance with you.. I totally lost hope... I couldn't even... I can't.."

"Frank.. things were-" Before my words finish,Frank's head collides with mine. Crashing in my jaw as the car jumps up in a jerk.

My hands hold my head as it throbs with aching pains. My ears ring, making everything worse as everyone in the car decides to scream in terror. When my eyes actually open, I find a still body laying on my lap.. no other than Frank's. My fingers creep up his neck where I try to find his pulse.. his heart throbs.. he's alive but knocked out cold..

I stare at his limp body for another few seconds before they shift up to the front. Mikey just holds his hands over his face as he leans towards the windows. I spot Carol and Chelsea in the front where they stay frozen in their seats.. they stare at the windshield.. I join them. Specks of crimson blood are splattered across it.. the head lights shut off as everyone stays in their seats.

I can't help myself but watch Carol's knuckles turn white as she grips the steering-wheel. She grips it with her life...

'Guys.. what the fuck just happened?"

Notes

finally something scary yayyy. and porn. double yayy but yeah. SPOOKY OMG