See The Rust Through Your Playground Eyes

I was right, Frankie had been like a zombie. It had been almost two weeks since he started on his new meds and he was still distant and slow. Though he was better now. I mean, we held hands yesterday. I hadn't even touched him since he started taking these stupid pills. He was just not him. He wasn't happy and hyper. Just dull and detached.

I thought about this as I drank my coffee. It was breakfast and Linda and my Dad were talking excitedly about something I couldn't care less for.

I excused myself a few minutes later and walked up the stairs to Frankie's room carrying a tray of food. He had continued to eat in his room since the new meds. Though, the last two weeks wasn't horrible, really. Just a lot duller.

Frankie and I had stayed in his room most of the time. Only leaving one day to go to the library where I read a cheesy romantic novel he picked out to him. The rest of the week was spent coloring, watching movies and talking.

It wasn't that the 'no kissing, no touching' thing bothered me so much. It was his glazed eyes and dull expression that hurt. If this time was any good, it showed me just how much I love him. I don't care if we don't kiss or hug or hold hands I love him, a lot. I want to be with him, even if we aren't doing anything. I love him and I don't want to see him like this.

I knocked on his bedroom door, expecting a grim 'come in'. But being surprised when he opened the door, smiling. I hadn't seen him smile for almost two weeks. I missed that beautiful smile so much.

"Good morning, hun." I greeted.

"H-hi, Gee-rawrd!" He replied. he didn't look, act or sound like a zombie anymore. If I hadn't known better I would say he was just a bit tired. He was back to his old self now.

He stepped away from the door and I walked in, going straight to the sofas and setting the tray down on the table. What happened next was a blur; one second I was standing in front of the sofa and the next I was sitting down with a very exited looking Frankie in my lap. He had his arms around my neck and his lips very close to mine. His eyes were big and bright, like they always should be, his skin wasn't as pale as it had been the past few days and he looked just as happy and lovely as ever.

"M-missed y-you." he whispered.

"You saw me yesterday." I answered.

"Y-yeah, but t-that d-doesn't c-count. New p-pills m-make e-everything f-fuzzy."

I sighed sadly and brushed chocolate hair out of his face. "I missed you, too."

He smiled and leaned down, kissing me. God, did I miss his lips. I had forget how soft his perfect pink lips were, had forget how nice it was to squeeze his hips and hear him gasp, had forget how satisfying it was to feel him shiver when our tongues met.

He pulled away, leaving me panting and wanting more. He giggled and licked his lips, making my jaw drop. How was it possible for someone to be so sexy?
"M-missed y-you." he repeated.

I cupped his cheek and leaned forward, planting a soft kiss to his pink lips. I pulled away a second later and looked at him. Just admiring his stunning beauty.

"Do you realize how beautiful you are?" That was not supposed to be said out loud.

"W-w-what?" he stuttered, blushing madly.

"I just-...You are so perfect."

He blushed even more, ducking his head and muttering a soft 'no'.

"But you are." I sat up straighter. I tilted his chin up so our eyes met, "You are so, so beautiful."

"N-not t-true."

"It is true. Your eyes," I gazed lovingly at his perfect hazel orbs, "are the most beautiful eyes I have ever seen. And your lips," I skimmed my thumb over his bottom lip, "are just perfect. And your hair is so soft and pretty. And your skin is so beautiful. And all of you is so perfect."

Frankie had tears rimming his big beautiful eyes, "Y-you're s-so n-nice! T-thanks, Gee-rawrd!" he hugged me tightly, resting his head on my shoulder.

I slid my arms around his waist and held him as close to me as possible.
What would I do without him? Ever since I met him, my life has a meaning. Before, I was just living for the good of it. But now I have someone to take care of, someone that wants to be with me. Someone to love. Now that I'm with Frankie, I feel alive. He makes me feel needed. I don't think I could go back to what I used to be, not now that I know what it is like to have someone with me.

He sat up and looked at me with big innocent eyes. He pushed a strand of long black hair out of my face, tucking it behind my ear. Then he traced my jawbone with his pointer finger, lifting my chin and giving me the most passionate kiss I've ever had.

Our lips moving fast and then Frankie opened his mouth, I slipped my tongue in and our tongues slid against one another, seemingly dancing together. Frankie made a soft sort of gasp, then he bit my lip, a little harder than before, not that I mind, I like it even more. I tightened my grip on his hips, he pulled my hair. We continued to kiss for a few minutes, only parting for air and then resuming our actions.

After a while Frankie pulled away and rested his head on my shoulder. He was panting and trying to catch his breath. I leaned my head back on the sofa and rubbed up and down his back with one hand, the other wrapped tightly around his waist.

I still wanted to make out, but if Frankie's tired -or bored, I don't really know which- then we can stop.

Then I felt Frankie's soft lips pressed to my neck. It was barely there at first, just a light peck behind my ear, then a little harder. I closed my eyes and sighed when I felt his tongue graze over my skin. And just like that, it was gone. He pulled away and resumed his previous position.

"S-sorry." he whispered.

I blinked up at the ceiling, "For what?"

He touched the spot on my neck he had kissed with his pointer finger, "F-for t-that."

I chuckled, "Don't be. I liked it."

He was quiet and for a second I thought I had done something wrong, then I felt him slide his finger from my neck to the collar of my white dress shirt. He fiddled with that for a second, then he leaned up and kissed my cheek.

"I-I'm h-hungry." he muttered, then he slid off me and on to the couch and started to eat the bowl of fruit I brought him, which was probably the only edible thing left since everything else must be cold.

"W-want s-some?" he asked, words muffled by the fork that was still in his mouth.

I nodded. He skooped up some fruit with the fork and fed it to me. It was a good thing I brought two bowls of fruit, since we were both pretty hungry.

Half an hour later all the fruit was gone. Breakfast with Frankie was always nice, he always had something to talk about, even when he was drugged up it was interesting. Now he talked about how nice the view was, that he really likes the mountains and the forest because he really likes snow. It was cute, he's cute.

"Gee-rawrd?" Frankie spoke after a few minutes of silence, in which I gathered up all the plates.

"Yes, hun?"

"R-read to m-me?" he asked, looking up at me with big doe eyes. How am I supposed to look at those beautiful puppy dog eyes and say 'no'? I have come to the conclusion that it is impossible to resist Frankie.

"Okay." I smiled at him and let him lead me down to the library.

Cheesy romantic novel time it is.

Notes

Hi! Hope you guys like this! Comment, Rate and Subscribe and tell me if I should keep writing or just leave it :/