This Is The Best Day Ever

This could not be happening.

I was rooted to the spot, and however much I wanted to turn round and see if it was really who I thought it was, I just couldn't bring myself to do it.

"F-frank?"

I picked up on the nervous tone in his voice. I forced myself to swallow down the lump that had formed in my throat, and curled my fingers into tight, white knuckled fists.

"Yes?" My reply stumbled out, sounding weak and strained.
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His short frame finally turned around to face me, his eyes finally flicking up to meet mine under his lashes.

His face looked incredibly strained, his eyes wide and swimming with curiosity, the skin around his lip ring red and puffy from being anxiously gnawed on.

I can't imagine I looked any better. He cleared his throat and began to speak.

"So, I guess this is-" We couldn't speak about this here - we were in the middle of the corridor, for christ's sake.

Without a word, I grabbed him by the wrist and pulled down the corridor, towards the parking lot.
"Where are we going?"
"We're leaving - we can't talk about this here."

He seemed to accept my answer. Soon, we reached my beat up Chevy and I instructed him to sit in the passenger seat.
I couldn't think straight, and we just drove around aimlessly. For the entire drive, Frank stared out of the window, seemingly lost in thought, until his rich, deep voice sliced through the silence.

"Where are we going?"
-
The spring sunshine warmed our backs as we lay in the grass. Neither me nor Gerard had spoken for at least an hour - we were too busy trying to wrap our minds around the reality of the situation.

"Frank? I'm sorry it had to be this way."
"What do you mean?"
"I'm sorry that you ended up with me. You deserved so much better."
"I'll be the judge of that, I don't even know you yet. But, what I do know is that Mikey is going to fucking kill us both."

It was true - I'd spoken to Gerard a total of two times in my life.

"So - you're not bothered that I'm a guy?"

I hadn't thought about that until now. My mother was going to be so ashamed. She'd had visions of me marrying the perfect girl, having a big white wedding, having perfect grandchildren...All of that is out of the window for good now.

To be honest, none of that had ever really appealed to me anyway, my mother had just brought me up to believe that it had to be that way.

"No, I guess." Gerard rolled onto his side so that he was facing me, a wide grin etched onto his face. I repeated his actions, studying him with curious eyes.
-
I wanted to try something, I wanted to see how he would react.
"Frank?" I questioned him. I liked the way his name slipped off of my tongue, as smooth as melted chocolate.
"Yes, Gerard?" He looked up at me once again - God, those eyes, they were the perfect shade of hazel.
-
"Yes, Gerard?"

Gerard didn't reply, he just moved fractionally closer, his fingers reaching up to caress my cheek. It felt nice, calming almost.

What I wasn't prepared for was what he did next.
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I just couldn't help myself, his lips were just so tempted.

I lifted his chin with my index finger, our lips brushing together.
At first, he didn't kiss me back, but I guess that was to be expected. He soon caught on, though.

Every brush of his lips electrified my senses. Our tongues were soon added to the equation - this was a very new experience, but I think I could get used to it.

We began getting a little too into it. Our jackets were strewn across the ground and-

"Gerard? Frank?"

Notes

Oooooh, finally.

#cliffhanger

xolydia