Frank and I decided we would go in my car, seeing as it was cleaner and more reliable looking.

We drove for about fifteen minutes making small talk and listening to The Misfits before we arrived at our destination.

I pulled into the cemetery; a place that Kyle and I frequently got fucked up at; so I knew it was a safe place for two underage kids to have a few drinks.

I parked in the back on a hill overlooking the township; the view always stole my breath; not that Belleville is an attractive town, but it was home to me.

I got out of the driver’s seat and popped open the trunk, searching through the various bottles of liquor I had stashed in there. I grabbed a bottle of White Zinfandel wine and a mickey of Jameson, two of my favorites. I turned to find Frank standing behind me taking in the view.

“Wow! This is some view.”

I turned to him and cracked the top off of the Jameson.

“I know, I come here all the time. It’s a safe place to share a bottle or two.”

He glanced over to me and reached for the wine.

“Well I have to say you have good taste in wine.”

I nodded at him taking a long pull of the whiskey,

“So Frank what’s your story?”

He reached for the whiskey and followed by taking a sip.

“Ah actually just moved here from Kearny with my Mom. She said that we needed to start over, so we came here.”

I watched him as he spoke, he was handsome I would give him that, but I wasn’t looking to get my feelings stomped on. With that being thought I grabbed the whiskey from his hands and chugged a few shots, the familiar burn started in my throat and travelled to my stomach.

We walked back to the car and sat in the back seat, rolling the windows down and lighting cigarettes. I held up my bottle of wine and took a deep drag off my smoke.

“Well Frank Iero, Welcome to Belleville.”

We clinked bottles and drank.

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I turned the car on to check the time, it had to be getting late I thought. The clock read 4:53 pm. Oh fuck I’m in for it at home. Frank and I had drank the wine, whiskey and started on bottle of cheap rye when we decided it might be a good idea to check the time.

“Fuck! It’s almost five o’clock man, and I am in no condition to drive.”

He looked at me through foggy eyes and hiccupped,

“Nic let me drive… I am a excellent drivhur!”

I giggled sitting back down in the seat,

“Are not! Were you not there this morning?”

We both started laughing very hysterically. Frank and I had passed the day drinking, smoking too many cigarettes, and sharing stories about our lives. I found out he was very much into music, as I was with my writing, he also was an only child, and we both had an undying love for horror movies.

“But seriously Frank what are we going to do? Neither of us can drive, and my dad is going to wonder where I am.”

I whined.

“Nic take a deep breath and relax.”

He waited for me to follow his directions, which after a moment I obliged.

“Feel better?”

I shook my head.

“No! I’m still going to get grounded until graduation and my trust fund will get taken away!”

He looked at me in disbelief.

“Your what?!”

I let out a long exasperated sigh.

“Okay, just so you know my parents have a lot of money, and with that comes a trust fund when I turn eighteen. But! I only get it if I am a good girl.”

I gave him a goofy smile and we both burst into a fit of giggles.

“Well I can honestly say I did not expect that, at all.”

My laughter subsided and I suddenly felt very awkward, I hardly knew this guy and I was letting him in more than most people.

“It’s really no big deal Frank, I mean it doesn’t change who I am. I am a wild, adventurous party girl at heart. And if you have a problem with that, then there is the door feel free to fucking walk home.”

Snapping at him probably wasn’t the best idea, but I was so tired of people treating me different because my family had money. It didn’t rule my life, so why should it rule theirs? We lived a modest lifestyle, in a nice three bedroom house on a quiet street.

He looked over at me with apologetic eyes, reaching forward for my hand.

“Hey I’m sorry, I just didn’t see that coming, I mean you are a party girl and you don’t act like a spoiled brat, so I just figured…”

“You figured what?”

Frank scooted over on the seat towards me, closing the distance between us he took my other hand, so he was now holding both.

“Nicole you’re full of surprises, and I like that, so please keep them coming.”

He gave me a lopsided grin and looked at me through his dark lashes. I sat there a minute processing what he had said, trying to think through the alcohol fog.

“Well you haven’t seen anything yet.”

Notes

Here's chapter three, and I know it's not the best but I can promise it's going to get better. I'm just trying to figure out how I want this to go from here. Chapter four will be up tomorrow!

Helena.