See The Rust Through Your Playground Eyes

After breakfast Frankie went to watch a movie, I wanted to stay with him, but I had to pack up the peices I would be taking tonight.

When I was done I left the package in the truvk of my car and went downstairs to the movie room Frankie was in. He was lying on the couch, propped up against the many pillows and cushins, watching 'Under The Same Star' with tears in his eyes. He didn't notice me, so I stood in the doorway and watched him.

He was so beautiful. His skin was smooth and a perfect tanned tone. His big bright hazel eyes with swirls of dark green and specks of amber. His chocolate brown hair that twirled and framed his face beautifully. He is, without a doubt, the most beautiful being I have ever laied eyes on. And he loves me. There aren't words that can explain how incredible that is.

"Frankie?" I spoke softly, trying to get his atention but no wanting to scare him.

He looked up at me with big tear glazed eyes. "H-hi."

I smiled and walked over to the sofa. "Are you okay?"

"Y-yeah, s-sad m-movie."

He wrapped his arms around my neck and pulled me down on top of him. I had one knee on either side of his hips, my hands on the sides of his head, holding me up.

I leaned down, pressing my lips to his. He kissed back, slowly moving his soft lips against mine. I pulled away a few seconds later.

"I love you, Frankie." I said.

He smiled, a light pink blush spreading across his cheeks. "L-love y-you, t-too." He brushed a strand of black hair away from my face, tucking it behind my ear. "W-where we g-going t-tonight?"

"An art gallery." I answered simply.

"Y-yeah. B-but w-where?"

"In the city. It's a nice place, you'll like it...and they have a few of my peices there."

His eyes lit up. "R-really? I w-wanna s-see t-them!"

I smiled. "I'm glad. I wouldn't want to bore you."

"Y-you d-didn't t-tell me y-you d-did t-that." He said.

"It isn't very important."

"I-it i-is! I w-wanna k-know t-that s-stuff."

I dawned on me that I had never mentioned any of that to Frankie. My heart fluttered at the thought of him caring about it.

"Well, I can tell you now, if you'd like?"

Frankie nodded, a smile set on his face. I sat up, Frankie sitting next to me, leaning his head on my shoulder. I placed my hand on his back, rubbing circles over his shoulderblades.
"It isn't a very big deal, actually. I paint something and an art gallery pays me to have it in their exposicions. The one we'll be atending tonigh is called 'The B. Compas Art Gallery', it's -acording to other atrists- the biggest art gallery in the state. There's a large varity and I think you'll enjoy it." I looked down at Frankie, he was frowning a bit. He looked deep in thought.

"S-so, y-your j-job is to p-paint?" He asked, curiousity evident in his voice.

"Yes." I answered.

"C-cool!" He smiled widely. Then he was quiet for a few seconds. "G-greg w-worked at o-one o-of t-those p-places. T-that's h-how m-mom m-met him."

I wonder who this Greg guy is? Frankie seems very fond of him. "Greg sounds like a very good person. How long did you live with him?"

"U-uh," He furrowed his brow and counted on his fingers. "T-three o-or f-four y-years." He stated, nodding his head 'yes' to emphasize his point.

Oh, my. That's a lot more than what I expected. He was probably like a father to him. Wait. Where is his father? Did he back out the minute he found out Frankie was ill? Did Linda push him away? "Frankie, do you...remember your dad?" I asked slowly.

He sat up straight, looking down at his shoes with a sad expresion on his angel face. "Y-yeah. O-only a l-little...he d-died."

I wanted to know more. But I didn't want to force Frankie, if he wasn't ready to tell me then I'd wait. I didn't want to touch a subject he wasn't comfortable with sharing.

"That is...tragic." I couldn't find the right words to say.

He shrugged. "W-was l-long t-time ago."

"How old were you?" I found the words spilling out of my mouth without my permission.

"U-uh...a-almost s-six? D-don't r-remember." He answered after a few seconds.

That's very young. I tightened my grip around his shoulders.

My poor Frankie has suffered so much. But not again. I will never let anything hurt him. I will protect him with my life and any threat will have to run over my dead body to get to him.
I pressed a soft kiss to his silky hair. Rejoycing in his natural vanilla scent.

"W-watch t-the m-movie w-with me?" How am I supposed to say 'no' to those doe eyes.
I smiled and nodded, leaning back against the headrest with Frankie curled up next to me.

-----Time Lapse-----

These movies will be the end of me. There's only so much romance a guy can take before punching the televison. But the way Frankie's eyes sparkled at every happy ending and every cheesy kiss made it all worth it. That is the only reason I had sat down and watched, not one, but three movies. I was just about ready to stab out my eyes when the credits rolled.

"A-aw! T-they s-should d-do a s-second p-part r-right?" Frankie suggested after he had turned off the television.

"Uh, yes." I answered quickly. I hated that last movie -the one Frankie had liked so much- but I wasn't about to tell him it was the chessiest most predictable movie I had ever had the misfortune to watch and every copy it ever sold should be burned.

He smiled and pressed a sweet ligering kiss to the side of my mouth. He sat up on my lap, his fingers tangling themselves in my hair, he pulled softly.

"W-wanna k-kiss?" He asked, in that low seductive tone I loved so much.

I was about to answer -yes, obciously- when I remembered how late it was. We had to be at the gallery at eight, we hadn't even eaten yet and the drive to 'B. Compas' was at least an hour long. I checked my wrist watch, it was already past six.

"I would love to, but it's late and we have to hurry." I said, I wasn't happy to turn down Frankie's offer and, by the look on his face, neither was him.

"F-fine." He answered grumpily.

I got off the couch and took his hand, leading him to the dining room where dinner was already served. Frankie sat next to me, glaring at Lori as she set a plate of bread next to our plates of meatloaf Once Lori left Frankie was back to his happy talkative self. Ranting about why roses were better than daisies and why chocolate was better than vanilla. I listened intenly to every word he said, smiling the whole time and sometimes laughing at his arguments. He's so cute.
"We should get ready to leave now." I said to Frankie after dinner.

He nodded and stood up, I stood too, he took my hand and lead me up the stairs to his room. Once inside he wrapped his arms around my neck and pulled me close to him.

"W-wanna k-kiss n-now?" He asked, using the tone he had used before. The sexy tone of voice that brought a faster answer from in my pants than from my brain.

"Uh, I- yes, but I- no. I have to shower." I stuttered.

Frankie being sexy -which is most of the time- makes my brain melt and my heart skip a beat.
He leaned in closer his lips brushing against my ear when he spoke. "S-shower w-with me?"

Notes

yeah, uh, hopefully the next update will be very soon, like maybe towmorrow, or wqhatever! :) Hope you guys don't hate this! And sorry for the typos!