Wounded Secrets

"What took so long?!" Dad yelled at us from the bus as we exited the park and walked towards the bus.

"Sorry!" Frankie yelled back at him and we ran towards the bus. We hoped on and sat on the couches. "So, Bandit, how was the surprise?"

"Amazing!" I beamed and they all laughed at me.

"I'm glad." Dad smiled at me before standing up. "I'm going to go talk with Brian and the driver because I have no idea where we are."

"Okay." We replied in chorus.

"God. I am so tired." I sighed, putting my head back and resting it against the couch.

"Me too." Frank said. I stood up and started towards the bunks while Frank fallowed close behind. I jumped up into my bunk and soon Frank was up with me.

"Frank!" I whisper-yelled at him in surprise.

"What?" He shot a cheeky smile at me as he squished in closer to me.

"There isn't that much room in here, if you haven't noticed." I whispered as he inched closer to me, eventually climbing on me.

"The less space the better, right?" He said before crashing our lips together. He started to move his hands down my waist to try and find the bottom of my shirt. I grabbed his hands gently, stopping him. He looked up at me, confused.

"Frank. Not here." I said as sternly as I could.

"I-I get it." He said, sitting up, still on me.

"I don't want someone walking in on us, or like, hearing or whatever, okay?"

"It's okay, Bandit. I'm serious." he smiled down at me before he kissed my forehead and jumped out of my bunk. I stuck my head out if my bunk and watched him climb into his bunk, blowing me a kiss. I blew one back just before my dad walked to the bunk area. He narrowed his eyes at Frank then me before walking over to my bunk.

"Good night, Bandit." He said in a tone that meant he wanted me sleeping now before he kissed my head almost exactly where Frank did. "And Frank. Can I talk to you?"

I looked over my fathers shoulder at Frank, who honestly looked really scared. "Mhm." He hummed simply as he stood up and walked into the kitchen with my father. I listened into the conversation as closely as I could.

"Frank. Brian got a call from Miles saying you weren't picking up your phone and he needs to talk to you." I heard my dad say.

"Okay. Yeah, my phone has been dead all day, I'll go charge it." I heard Frank try to shuffle out the door, but I knew dad stopped him.

"And Frank?"

"Yeah?"

"About the, um, Frerard thing."

"What about it, Gee?" I rolled my eyes an smiled at his cute tone And heard my dad sigh.

"Can we please just keep it on stage?" He asked. I kinda wondered what he meant by that, like, did he mean to stop talking like that to him or did they actually have a thing before?

"Gerard. What do you mean?" Frank sighed, more annoyed now.

"I mean, I know your divorced and have no girlfriend or anything, but I have a wife now so... can we keep it on stage?" Dad whispered. I was surprised to hear his sad tone.

"O-Okay, Gerard." He sighed.

"Thank you, Frank." I heard them hug before they started back towards the bunk. I pulled my covers over my self more and pretended to sleep.

Dad came over to my head again and brushed my hair from my forehead and kissed it like he always does before whispering "I love you so much. I can't hurt you again." Before he walked back to the living area.

Notes

Damn.
Still on my fucking phone.