See The Rust Through Your Playground Eyes

I woke when I felt Frankie shift, apparently during the night we had changed positions and I had ended up spooning Frankie. I had both my arms wrapped tightly around his waist, he had his hands on mine and our legs were wrapped together. He moved a bit and that was what woke me up.

I sighed and nuzzled in to the nape of his neck. I hadn't slept so well in years. I lifted my head a little and looked at the clock. It was 12:26. Well, we slept quite a lot.

Frankie shifted again and then opened his eyes. I smiled, he looked so cute when he's just woken. He blinked at me and then smiled.

"Good morning, hun." I greeted.

He looked so incredibly gorgeous. His hair was messy and all over the place, his eyes were half lidded but to me he's as beautiful as it gets.

"G-g'morning, Gee-rawrd."

He kissed my cheek and then got off the bed. I watched -not at all staring at the way he swayed his hips- as he walked to the closet and then to the bathroom. A few minutes later he came out wearing tight black skinny jeans, a light grey sweat-shirt and grey converse. Very tight, skinny jeans.

He walked back over to the bed and leaned down, kissing me. He moved his lips against mine slowly. He pulled away a few seconds later and smiled.

"I-imma g-go g-get f-food." He said then he walked out of the room and closed the door behind him.

I was suddenly very aware of the fact that I was still wearing pajamas, in his bed, my hair was probably as bad as it's ever been and that he had kissed me even though I probably had horrible morning breath.

I sat up in bed and looked around the room. There were coloring books and crayon boxes on the table near the book-shelf. The book-shelf was now filled with schoolbooks and beside that there was a chest where he kept all his toys. The sofas were clean, only having a couple cushions on them. The coffee table only had the round scarlet candles in the center. He kept the room very neat.

I got up off the bed and walked to the bathroom. I looked at the mirror over the sink. Yes, my hair was horrible. But the dark circles under my eyes were nearly gone. Incredible what a good night sleep could do to you.

I splashed cold water on my face, willing myself to wake up properly, and then ran my fingers through my hair, trying to get it to look decent. A few minutes later, it didn't look as bad and I had found some mouth was, so that's good. As for my clothes, there wasn't anything I could do.
I walked out of the bathroom and sat on the couch. There was a peice of paper on the coffee-table, I hadn't noticed that before. I looked it over, it was a drawing. I smiled, it was a drawing of Frankie and I. I was dressed in a black button up and black jeans, Frankie was wearing a red cardigan and light blue skinny jeans, we were holding hands, there was a heart in the bottom right hand corner with a 'G&F', Frankie had a bunch of little hearts around him and I had one on my chest -were my heart is- that said 'F'.

"D-don't l-look a-at t-that!" I was so caught up admiring the drawing I didn't notice Frankie walk in.

He rushed over, placed the tray of food on the coffee-table and took away the drawing. He held it against his chest and looked down at the ground trying to hide his blush. It was impossible to hide such a deep red blush.

"Oh, hun. That's so pretty." I said, that stupid smile still plastered on my face.

"N-no, i-it's n-not! S-shut up!" He sat down on the couch and crossed his arms, the drawing still held tightly in his right hand.

I moved closer, placing one hand on his shoulder and tucking his hair behind his ear with the other.

"Are you mad?" I asked quietly. I didn't want him to be upset, not after the night he had.

"N-no." He muttered. But he didn't look at me, instead glaring at the table. His blush wasn't as vibrant anymore.

"Hun, I didn't know you didn't want me to see it. It was just lying there...I think it's lovely."

He uncrossed his arms and leaned in to me, I wrapped my arm around his shoulder and pressed a soft kiss to his hair.

He sighed and leaned his head back on my shoulder.

"Y-you l-like i-it?" He asked quietly.

I smiled. "I love it."

He held up the drawing. I took it and looked over it again. It was so cute. I want to have this plastered all over my walls. Reminding me that Frankie loves me enough to draw it. I don't know why it meant so much. But to me this is more valuable than any of the Picasso's in the house.

"It's u-ugly." He muttered.

"It is not. This is," I sighed, not finding the words to express how beautiful it was to me. "This is perfect."

When I was in high-school, there was a girl that was obsessed with me. She would follow me around all day. Then one day, after art class, she walked up to me and gave me a large piece of paper. It was a sketch of us, kissing. I had, in all honesty, felt disgusted. It wasn't bad, she wasn't horrible at drawing, but the thought of kissing her was so unpleasant. It had creeped me out to no end. I had scrunched up my nose and given it back. I didn't mean to be so rude, I just couldn't help it. The girl had cried and cried, the school counselor was called in, I had left before they could accuse me.

And now I look at Frankie's drawing and I can't believe it means so much to me. I never thought, especially after that day, that something so small could mean so much. Maybe, this is the reaction the girl was looking for? Well, she didn't get it then and she can't get it now. The only person that could make me feel so much is Frankie.

He sat up and started eating a blue-berry muffin and drinking orange juice. He poured a mug of coffee and passed it to me. I smiled and took it. We ate in silence.

After breakfast Frankie started talking. "Y-you l-look c-cute w-when y-you s-sleep."

"Really?" I felt my cheeks heat up.

"Y-yeah! A-and y-you s-sleep t-talk."

I felt my cheeks get very red, very fast. I tried to remember what I had dreamt, to have an idea of what I had said.

"That's not true."

"Y-yeah. Y-you s-said s-something l-like 's-shirtless'."

My face must be unbelievably red right now.

Frankie giggled, "Y-you're b-blushing!"

"I do not sleep talk, Frankie."

"Y-you d-do! A-and y-you c-cussed a-and s-stuff."

I don't remember having dreamt any of that, I don't usually remember my dreams -if I even get to sleep.

'Shirtless' and cussing don't seem like a normal dream, though. I don't remember it and I didn't wake up with an aching hard-on, so maybe it's not one of 'those' dream, right?

"A-and y-you s-said my n-name l-lots of t-times." He continued.

"You look cute when you sleep, too." I tried to change topics.

He looked at his lap and started blushing madly."Y-you're m-mean."

I smiled, but a few seconds later my smile dissipated. I suddenly remembered Frankie hadn't told me why he was upset. I was worried of what the answer might be. What if his illness was getting worse? He could have had a horrible hallucination, what if he needed stronger meds, or worse, to be hospitalized?

"Frankie...what happened last night, hun?"

He looked up at me with wide, scared hazel eyes. "H-had a n-nightmare." He muttered, barely audible.

"...about what?" He was very upset last night, I can't imagine what he could have dreamt that scared him so much.

"A-a-about..." He faltered, looking down at his lap.

I moved closer to him and hugged him tightly. He turned in to me and wrapped his arms around my neck, burying his face in the crook of my neck.

I rubbed circles on his back. "You can tell me, hun. I would never let anyone or anything hurt you, I promise."

"A-about S-S-Sam."

Notes

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