Love and Other Stupid Things
Young and Loaded
Gerard’s POV
I practically ran out of the science classroom. I was eager to get home and just spend time with all of my friends. Why was I so excited? We did this every day. Frank and I went outside and to the huge tree to wait for Bob, Mikey, and Ray. Frank put in his head phones and started listening to music. I just stood there looking at him in all his perfection, thinking this would be really cool to draw. It was like everything he did was artistic even if he didn’t mean for it to be.A few minutes later, while I was still sort of day dreaming, all our friends showed up.
“Anything interesting happen?” I asked to Mikey just to make small talk on the short walk home. This seemed to work because Mikey started going on about some prank that he and Bob pulled on a new teacher that somehow involved toilet tissue, glue, and Bob getting detention because he was the only one caught.
“Great Bob,” I laughed, “and I thought I was the one going to the office on the first day.”
He grinned sheepishly as Mikey finished the story and we walked up our driveway. I unlocked the door and stepped inside.
“Mom! We’re home,” I called out but no answer returned. “I guess she’s out. We have the house to ourselves boys,” I said making a sweeping motion with my arm.
“I’m gonna order pizza,” Ray held up his hand as Frankie was about to comment. “And I’m gonna get a veggie one just for little Frank.” That seemed to satisfy him. Bob went to the kitchen with Ray and the rest of us walked down to my room which was in the basement. It was a really nice room that felt like a loft. I had band posters plastered all over the walls and ceiling. There were also some of my drawings tacked on a board in front of my desk. Most of which were for comics. I had clothes thrown lazily on the floor just so I could make the room feel more lived in.
Frank went and plopped down on my bed.
“Make yourself at home,” I muttered sarcastically and he just grinned. I suddenly remembered my promise from earlier. I jumped onto the bed on top of him and he made a fucking adorable shocked face as I started mercilessly tickling him.
“Stop! Shit- sto— Oh m-my” He started laughing hysterically and trying to squirm out from under me and was pretty freaking cute doing it. I pinned him down on the bed and leaned my head close to his ear. He was still laughing.
“Is Green Day better?” I said trying to sound menacing but joking at the same time.
“Ye-yes! Just get off. I can’t breathe!” Just as I was removing myself from being on top of him, Ray entered my room and stopped to looked at us.
“Dude, I don’t even wanna know,” he said shaking his head. I just giggled and Frank blushed. I got off the bed and went over to my desk, setting down my sketch book. I looked over to where Mikey and Ray were setting up Guitar Hero. Of course- the never ending battle. I was actually pretty funny to watch them going against each other. I picked out a random CD and tossed it over to Frank for him to put in it and I started to draw.
I looked at the portrait from earlier. I drew it of Frank when we were outside by the bleachers. He looked so relaxed and peaceful as he was exhaling the smoke. Like I said before; everything he does is so beautiful and artistic. I don’t know when I admitted my feeling for him to myself. He’s been my bestfriend for a really long time. I think the emotions were always there, just jumbled up with everything else in my life. I haven’t ever told anyone how I feel. Not even Mikey. I was afraid. I had never felt like this towards another guy before. Only Frankie. I’m not sure what I was afraid of. That people won’t accept me? That Frank won’t like me back? That was probably the biggest fear of all. I was so caught up with my thinking that I didn’t notice Frank standing behind me and I practically fell out of my chair.
“Fuck!” I yelled.
“Holy shit Gerard. I can’t believe you drew this,” He snatched up my art book before I had a chance to hide it. I looked at him, wary of his reaction. He traced his fingers lightly over the drawing and looked up at me. “This is amazing,” he whispered. I really didn’t think that much of my artwork. It was just something that I enjoyed doing. He started to flip through the pages, his beautiful hazel eyes taking up every detail.
Just then, the doorbell rang and seeing that Ray and Mikey were still consumed in Guitar Hero, Frankie looking at my work, and Bob MIA, I decided to go get it. The pizza dude was there. I grabbed the pizzas and set them down on the nearest table. After I paid him, I grabbed the boxes and made a mental note to have Ray pay me back later. I couldn’t figure out where Bob was so I guessed that he went home. I went back down to the basement balancing the boxes on my arms.As soon as I got down I was basically attacked by Ray and his afro as he grabbed the pizza from my hands and started opening it.
Frank shuffled over to me, with my sketchbook tucked under his arm. Looks like he won’t be giving it back any time soon.
“I’m gonna spend the night tonight…?” Frank half stated and ended with a question.
“Yeah sure man,” I said back, laughing. Yay! Frankie’s spending the night! I went all fangirl in my head. Calm down. We all got our pizza and I went upstairs to make some coffee while everyone else was watching Nightmare Before Christmas for probably the 100th time. I turned on the coffee maker and leaned against the counter waiting for it to finish. I knew that the smell would attract Frank upstairs, so I got out two mugs from the cabinet.
Sure enough, Frank’s comes up out of the basement.
“Coffee,” He breathes in deeply and lets out a soft moan. Oh my god he was hot. He went over and picked up one of the cups carefully taking a sip. He kept his eyes on me the whole time and I cleared my throat awkwardly.
“Something on your mind?” I asked lightly. He looked away, took another sip, and set the drink down.
“I, um, should tell you something.,,” He said, blushing, and looking at the floor. My heart stopped, because I got the feeling someone gets when a person says “they need to talk”, and then it sped up at an erratic pace.
“Okay,” I said a little uneasy. I waited a few more moments in silence but I couldn’t stand it anymore.
“What do you need to say Frankie? Spit it out before—” my words are cut off as he grabs my hair and pulls my face towards his. My breath got caught in my throat and I let out a little grunt of surprise. He pulls me into what almost feels like a kiss. His lips ghosting over mine and he sighed out my name, and then the front door opened and we sprang apart like we had been electrocuted.
I practically ran out of the science classroom. I was eager to get home and just spend time with all of my friends. Why was I so excited? We did this every day. Frank and I went outside and to the huge tree to wait for Bob, Mikey, and Ray. Frank put in his head phones and started listening to music. I just stood there looking at him in all his perfection, thinking this would be really cool to draw. It was like everything he did was artistic even if he didn’t mean for it to be.A few minutes later, while I was still sort of day dreaming, all our friends showed up.
“Anything interesting happen?” I asked to Mikey just to make small talk on the short walk home. This seemed to work because Mikey started going on about some prank that he and Bob pulled on a new teacher that somehow involved toilet tissue, glue, and Bob getting detention because he was the only one caught.
“Great Bob,” I laughed, “and I thought I was the one going to the office on the first day.”
He grinned sheepishly as Mikey finished the story and we walked up our driveway. I unlocked the door and stepped inside.
“Mom! We’re home,” I called out but no answer returned. “I guess she’s out. We have the house to ourselves boys,” I said making a sweeping motion with my arm.
“I’m gonna order pizza,” Ray held up his hand as Frankie was about to comment. “And I’m gonna get a veggie one just for little Frank.” That seemed to satisfy him. Bob went to the kitchen with Ray and the rest of us walked down to my room which was in the basement. It was a really nice room that felt like a loft. I had band posters plastered all over the walls and ceiling. There were also some of my drawings tacked on a board in front of my desk. Most of which were for comics. I had clothes thrown lazily on the floor just so I could make the room feel more lived in.
Frank went and plopped down on my bed.
“Make yourself at home,” I muttered sarcastically and he just grinned. I suddenly remembered my promise from earlier. I jumped onto the bed on top of him and he made a fucking adorable shocked face as I started mercilessly tickling him.
“Stop! Shit- sto— Oh m-my” He started laughing hysterically and trying to squirm out from under me and was pretty freaking cute doing it. I pinned him down on the bed and leaned my head close to his ear. He was still laughing.
“Is Green Day better?” I said trying to sound menacing but joking at the same time.
“Ye-yes! Just get off. I can’t breathe!” Just as I was removing myself from being on top of him, Ray entered my room and stopped to looked at us.
“Dude, I don’t even wanna know,” he said shaking his head. I just giggled and Frank blushed. I got off the bed and went over to my desk, setting down my sketch book. I looked over to where Mikey and Ray were setting up Guitar Hero. Of course- the never ending battle. I was actually pretty funny to watch them going against each other. I picked out a random CD and tossed it over to Frank for him to put in it and I started to draw.
I looked at the portrait from earlier. I drew it of Frank when we were outside by the bleachers. He looked so relaxed and peaceful as he was exhaling the smoke. Like I said before; everything he does is so beautiful and artistic. I don’t know when I admitted my feeling for him to myself. He’s been my bestfriend for a really long time. I think the emotions were always there, just jumbled up with everything else in my life. I haven’t ever told anyone how I feel. Not even Mikey. I was afraid. I had never felt like this towards another guy before. Only Frankie. I’m not sure what I was afraid of. That people won’t accept me? That Frank won’t like me back? That was probably the biggest fear of all. I was so caught up with my thinking that I didn’t notice Frank standing behind me and I practically fell out of my chair.
“Fuck!” I yelled.
“Holy shit Gerard. I can’t believe you drew this,” He snatched up my art book before I had a chance to hide it. I looked at him, wary of his reaction. He traced his fingers lightly over the drawing and looked up at me. “This is amazing,” he whispered. I really didn’t think that much of my artwork. It was just something that I enjoyed doing. He started to flip through the pages, his beautiful hazel eyes taking up every detail.
Just then, the doorbell rang and seeing that Ray and Mikey were still consumed in Guitar Hero, Frankie looking at my work, and Bob MIA, I decided to go get it. The pizza dude was there. I grabbed the pizzas and set them down on the nearest table. After I paid him, I grabbed the boxes and made a mental note to have Ray pay me back later. I couldn’t figure out where Bob was so I guessed that he went home. I went back down to the basement balancing the boxes on my arms.As soon as I got down I was basically attacked by Ray and his afro as he grabbed the pizza from my hands and started opening it.
Frank shuffled over to me, with my sketchbook tucked under his arm. Looks like he won’t be giving it back any time soon.
“I’m gonna spend the night tonight…?” Frank half stated and ended with a question.
“Yeah sure man,” I said back, laughing. Yay! Frankie’s spending the night! I went all fangirl in my head. Calm down. We all got our pizza and I went upstairs to make some coffee while everyone else was watching Nightmare Before Christmas for probably the 100th time. I turned on the coffee maker and leaned against the counter waiting for it to finish. I knew that the smell would attract Frank upstairs, so I got out two mugs from the cabinet.
Sure enough, Frank’s comes up out of the basement.
“Coffee,” He breathes in deeply and lets out a soft moan. Oh my god he was hot. He went over and picked up one of the cups carefully taking a sip. He kept his eyes on me the whole time and I cleared my throat awkwardly.
“Something on your mind?” I asked lightly. He looked away, took another sip, and set the drink down.
“I, um, should tell you something.,,” He said, blushing, and looking at the floor. My heart stopped, because I got the feeling someone gets when a person says “they need to talk”, and then it sped up at an erratic pace.
“Okay,” I said a little uneasy. I waited a few more moments in silence but I couldn’t stand it anymore.
“What do you need to say Frankie? Spit it out before—” my words are cut off as he grabs my hair and pulls my face towards his. My breath got caught in my throat and I let out a little grunt of surprise. He pulls me into what almost feels like a kiss. His lips ghosting over mine and he sighed out my name, and then the front door opened and we sprang apart like we had been electrocuted.
@The HalloweenBandit
uh, thanks lol. and yea, i'm going to keep the story up, and I'll just go back and repost better chapters and like I said, I sort of rushed the story and it was like... Unrealistic. Idk. Thanks for reading! :) <3
12/31/13