Very Much Alive
Preparation for Tonight
-Frank's POV-
There stood Gerard in all his animalistic glory, forearm propped against the wall as he leaned against it, one foot crossing the other and hand shoved in his pocket. He wore nothing but very tight pants, hair slightly damp, messily slicked back and seductively wild. It's the first time I've seen him without a shirt and hell if he didn't look sexy. My eyes trailed down his creamy white chest that I would kill to be touching right now. I mentally traced over the indentions of his perfectly flat yet muscular stomach and abdomen. My vision caught sight of a dark line of hair that trailed from his navel down his abdomen and into his pants, leading to his... Jesus Christ have fucking mercy. He was clad in tight leather skinny jeans which had chain loops hanging from both sides. Those pants showed off his... well, everything-hips, waist, crotch, legs, ass (I can't see it, but I know sure as hell it looks fantastic), you name it. I'm pretty sure he wasn't wearing boxers either, which made my knees go weak. Butterflies erupted in my stomach and I bit my lip, continuing to stare shamelessly at how well those jeans made him look. I just noticed a studded belt that made him appear even more badass and fuckable. I pried my eyes away long enough to look down at his combat boots. They were black as well and laced up the front and had buckles along the sides. I raked over every single inch of that fucker, taking in this breathtaking sight. Literally breathtaking. I was seriously having trouble getting oxygen to my lungs and back out. The clearing of his throat didn't even phase me. Licking my lips, I tore my eyes up to his angelic face. But I knew he was anything but angel-like. He was a devious little creature of Satan, sent to tempt me in every way imaginable. Well he certainly was achieving that goal. I was seriously considering the idea of pushing him to the floor and fucking him right there on his carpet without a second thought.
"So Frankie, do you like these jeans? I don't know... I think they could be tighter. Maybe too much leather? What shirt should I wear with it?" he innocently questioned. I almost missed what he had said for being caught up gawking at his luscious figure. I felt a surge flow through my abdomen as he pranced off the last step with a slight clunk of his boot. The way his hips swayed in those jeans, just... MMH. My mouth automatically dropped open a little before catching myself. Gerard loves being in control and right now, I was eating out of the palm of his hand. He knew it, too, how damn well he was affecting me. Of course he did.
"U-um, I just-you should, well, y-you look fine. The jeans are great, yeah. Any shirt's fine... no shirt's even better," I silently mumbled that last part under my breath. Again I had to peel my eyes off his bulge-though I'm almost positive he wasn't hard!-and up to meet his gaze. I smiled as politely as I could. It was hard with images of me tearing off those jeans stampeding through my mind. Pictures of Gerard naked, me naked, doing the kinkiest shit imaginable. Moaning, biting, kissing, licking and so much more. Yeah, it was hard keep a straight face all while trying to fight a raging boner. Him not having a shirt was only one step closer to where I wanted us to be.
"Hmm, alright, if you say so. I'll grab a shirt, you be thinking of what you want to do today. Back in a minute hun." I wanted to giggle like a schoolgirl at that sweet pet name, but restrained myself. He smiled the smile of a saint, yet swayed his hips like a sinner as he jogged up the steps. I bit my lip and took in that sight as he went up. Yes, I can definitely confirm that his ass looked fantastic-marvelous, sensational, delicious, insert any imaginable synonym here-in those pants. That's it, I'm done. If he keeps this up, I just won't be able to control myself any longer. The tension's getting to be too much, I'm practically all but begging for it at this point. That's when a little light bulb went off-I have a plan. I knew exactly what we were going to be doing tonight in more ways than one.
I was devising how this whole scheme would go down when I heard the soft clunk of his boots hitting the steps. We greeted each other with smirks, which kind of scared me. I knew what I was thinking about (which was filthy, believe me) and had caused my smirk, so it made me wonder what the hell he was thinking about. His porcelain chest, much to my dismay, was shrouded with a Van's 2008 Warped Tour t-shirt that hugged his torso nicely and a dark jacket to go with it. He looked amazing as always. This style surprised me. I was expecting a casual button up and jeans, but this... we could easily pass for about the same age as friends. I couldn't decide which look I liked more-this leathery punk teenager look or his formal, waistcoat-wearing teacher façade. One was dangerous, the other kinky. Either worked for me.
"This look alright?" He genuinely looked like he had no idea how fucking sexy he looked right now. It was super cute. He stood a few feet away from me, hands shoved in his pockets. I don't know how they had enough room, those jeans were skin tight. Not that I was complaining.
"Absolutely perfect, trust me. So, I was thinking..." I paused for effect.
"Yeah..?" he smiled, pushing for me to continue.
"Tonight I think we should go out to a club or bar or something. Have a few drinks, dance a bit, listen to whoever's playing. Sound good?" I bit down on my lip and grinned as sweetly as possible, looking up at him through my eyelashes. His eyes lit up momentarily, but then dulled back down.
"Aww, Frankie I'd love to. One problem: you're not technically legal yet," he chastised in a teacher-y voice. 'He didn't have a problem with me not being legal on the couch yesterday,' I grouched internally.
"Don't worry about that. My friend's friend owns the club downtown. I've been there a few times before and he knows me. Everything's cool, Gerard. So you up for it?" I batted my eyelashes. He looked a little worried, rightly so, and sighed.
"Oh how could I say no to that sweet little face of yours? If you're sure you can get in, I'll gladly go with you. Sounds like a lot of fun," he said, face relaxing into a grin.
"Aww why thank you. Can't wait for our little date," I smirked, grabbing him by the belt loops and tugging him close to me. I balanced myself on my tiptoes and pressed a light kiss to his lips as a 'thank you' payment. Hopefully one of many that he'd be getting tonight. I was about to pull away when he mashed down against my mouth harder, hands finding their way to my neck. I went with it and started brushing at the cool skin under his shirt with my thumbs and smiled at his sighing. One of his hands became entangled in my hair, his fingernails lightly scratching my scalp and pushing me closer to him as the other rested on my neck. A velvety, mint flavored tongue darted out and traced over my lower lip, but I pulled away, taking a step back. I didn't want anything to get too heated just yet. I smiled at Gerard's 'what-did-I-do-wrong?!' expression that was plastered on his confused face.
"Now now, Gerard, be patient and save that for later," I smirked. He playfully glared down at me before yanking me to his chest by my hips.
He bent down right next to my ear, breathing in a low, rough tone, "I get what I want when I want it. Got it, Frankie?" Hawwttt. I moaned out an 'mhmm' as he proceeded to nibble at my earlobe. Devilish little bastard, he is. A few open mouth kisses were planted along the side of my neck and a bite right on my tattoo before he abruptly pulled away, leaving my mouth agape. Fucking tease.
"Gerard, as much as I'd love to stay here and makeout with you all day, I need to get home. It's a little after 1 and I probably have a shit ton of homework I've gotta do and I need to check in with my mom. Hope you don't mind, but I will be seeing you later," I reassured. He gave me a pouty look that was the equivalent to ten million puppies. I fucking love dogs to death, which made it even harder. "Don't guilt trip me either. I really don't wanna leave, but I have to baby," I explained. Gerard retracted his lower lip.
"If you say so hun. You want a ride home?"
"Nah, I'll walk. I need the exercise, but thanks for asking. I'm gonna go get my stuff," I said, breaking away from his grasp and headed upstairs. I grabbed my duffel bag and checked my hair. It was a little messed up from where Gerard had tugged on it, but it didn't look bad. I slung it over my shoulder and went back downstairs. Gerard was leaning against the wall, handsome as ever, hands in his pockets and staring off into open space. He snapped his neck over to me and smiled. I felt really bad for leaving-trust me I'd much rather spend all day with him than doing dumbass homework-but I wanted to have enough time to get ready for later as well.
"Alright then, I'll pick you up at 9 tonight, so be ready. I'll text you whenever, okay?" He pressed one last tender kiss to my lips. God I could've melted right into his arms and stayed like that with him forever. Instead I quickly kissed back and headed out the front door. I glanced back him and waved, which he returned. He was leaning against the doorframe, arms crossed but a smile on his face. I got one last glimpse of those tight leather jeans, jeans I hopefully would be grinding down on later tonight. Yep, I definitely planned on it. That among many other things.
I smiled down at my feet as I made my way down the street sidewalk. I had to stop my rampant thoughts of all the things that could go down tonight. I had so many ideas, and I really wanted to make tonight special. I planned on this being the night. I think I've waited long enough, especially when Gerard's being sexy and enticing as hell. I can't help myself anymore.
I winded through the streets, down a few blocks to my street and unlocked the door to my house. Mom still wasn't home, though she had left a note on the counter.
Frankie, I'll be working til 10 tonight. Call and tell me what the plan is for today. Hope you had fun at Ray's. Love you Sweetie!
It made me happy that she wouldn't be here when Gerard picks me up. I felt bad that she still had to work, but it made it easier to sneak out. I called her. The phone rang a few times, but no answer. It sent me to voicemail and I left a message. "Hey mom, I know you're at work so you don't have to call me back. I'm gonna go out with some friends tonight and spend the night with one of them probably. Hope you don't mind, call if that's a problem. Love you!" I ended the call and started doing my laundry. My boxers were a sticky mess, my clothes a little bloody from the wounds. I had those going and started on homework. Mikey had left a list of all the stuff we went over in class and the homework due Monday. I started with a 2-page essay on character analysis for English class. I mostly just typed all the words I knew and called it done. Then I did that worksheet from Trig class and a few workbook pages. The washing machine dinged around 3, so I set the wet clothing in the dryer. My stomach was churning. I was getting stir-crazy as I waited for 9 o'clock to roll around. 'What am I gonna wear? What should I say? What should I not say? Do I have money for drinks?' There seemed like so much to do, yet nothing at all to keep me distracted.
I finished all my homework around 5:23, leaving me to suffer the next 3 hours and 37 minutes. I seriously thought about throwing up. I tried watching TV, but couldn't concentrate. Music didn't work, neither did sleeping. Laying in silence left me with my thoughts, which was worse than any of the other methods. I got back up around 6 and tried to eat something, but my stomach couldn't take it. The butterflies were too much! I wanted everything about tonight to be perfect and hot and sexy yet still sweet and meaningful. Don't ask me how I'm going to manage to pull that off. Knowing me, I'll get drunk and fall over everything and eventually pass out before even kissing Gerard. Speaking of drunkenness, I went upstairs to my room and pulled out my wallet. I had a little less than $200 in it. I'd been saving for quite some time for my next tattoo, but this was definitely worth dipping into those savings. $75 sounded like enough. The place was pretty average on their prices, even though it was a relatively high-end bar. It should be enough for a few beers and shots. I can always take money home. I certainly don't want to get hammered-I'd actually like to remember tonight, thank you.
The dryer dinged, signaling that my clothes had dried. I pulled the clothes out, half-heartedly folding them and throwing them in a hamper before taking it upstairs. I put them in their corresponding drawers and tried straightening things up a bit. Cleaning at least gave me something to do. I would normal avoid physical activity like this at all costs, but it kept my hands and mind busy. I vacuumed the downstairs den, kitchen and bathroom to appease my mother. Helping around the house kept me in her good graces, so this was a perfect opportunity. I put my iPod on shuffle and dusted some bookshelves and the coffee table, unloaded the dishwasher, wiped down the counters. All that was finished before 7 o'clock. 'Alright, just 2 more hours Frankie, you can do this. Let's see, gotta pick out something to wear,' I was climbing up the stairs to my room when a buzzing noise vibrated against my leg. It was a text from my mother.
'Hey Frankie, got your message. Be safe tonight and have fun. Try to be home by 5 tomorrow, I'm cooking. It'll be nice to see you for longer than 5 minutes! Anyway, love you!'
Fantastic! I was in the clear, everything would be okay. I felt relieved to have that stress off my shoulders. I texted her a quick 'I'll be safe' and 'Love you too' and went to the bathroom to take a shower. I shed my clothes and threw them in the corner. I looked in the mirror at the bandages and removed them. The scratches were healing nicely, thanks to Gerard's treatment, but the bruises were still purplish and green. Disgusting. The mirrors started to fog, indicating the water temperature was perfect for me. I hopped in, 'ahhing' as the water hit my skin, relaxing me. The clear liquid soaked through my hair, ridding it of grease and dirt. A few trickles of blood ran down my stomach and legs from the cuts. I watched it race down before reaching the tub. I thoroughly shampooed and conditioned my hair and lathered my body with soap. I scrubbed down every single inch of me, making sure to get all possible spots. I definitely didn't want to smell bad for Gerard, I was already worried about my appearance enough. The water was getting cool, so I rinsed my hair once last time and shut it off. I pulled back the curtain, frigid air nipped at my warm flesh and quickly pulled a towel around me. My phone read 7:39, leaving me with plenty of time to get dressed and do my hair. I wrapped one towel around my waist as I towel-dried my hair with another, scrubbing at my scalp with the cottony cloth. It was still damp when I rested the towel on my shoulders and scampered to my room. 'Clothes... what to wear, what to wear...' I didn't want to wear too much black for all the dark lighting, but I didn't want to stand out too much either. I wondered what Gerard would be wearing tonight. Hopefully the same jeans. MMH.
I scanned my closet: black, black, black, black, black, ooh grey. 'So much variety, Frank. Jesus...' A little splash of colour eventually caught my eye. I pulled out the shirt. It was a red and black checkered button up with pockets on the chest. It was perfect. I pulled it out and laid it on my bed. Next came a plain tee and super tight skinny jeans. I had to lay down on the bed to pull them all the way on, then a belt with three rows of black studs was threaded through the loops. The jeans had a few tears, one near the upper thigh, and in the knees. I loved this jeans! I left the shirt unbuttoned, giving it a more casual look and it showed off my tattoo pretty well. Yeah, I was really starting to look pretty good. I messily spiked my hair up in the front and blow dried it in place. By the time I finished, it was 8:30. I put on my favorite cologne and brushed my teeth. I put my wallet in my back pocket and headed back downstairs. Now the nerves had really set in. Sure, I smelled and looked great, but I still felt insecure. I checked my phone-8:43. I sat on the edge of the couch, bouncing my knee up and down, rocking back and forth a little to some mental tune. 'HOLY SHIT!' I jumped off the couch and ran upstairs faster than lightning. I nearly fell as I bolted into my room and searched my dresser clumsily. Then I found it. Eyeliner. I sighed in relief. How could I forget eyeliner of all things?! I applied a thick layer as professionally as I possibly could, seeing as how my hands were shaking slightly. I finished and capped the pencil before looking in the mirror one last time. I generally hate my face and overall appearance, but tonight, I looked pretty damn good. I had to admit it, even though I didn't wanna get all cocky. Not yet, at least. There was some chapstick on the dresser as well, so I applied a bit over my cracking lips.
Another buzz vibrated against my leg. It was from Gerard.
'I'll be there in a minute. Hope you're ready ;)' The winkie face sent another ripple of butterflies through my stomach. Yeah, it was just a smile, but I could picture Gerard's sexy, devious smirk. The one he always got when he was feeling mischievous. I loved that smirk and what usually followed it. I shoved the phone in my pocket and skipped down the stairs. I pulled some black Vans on at the base of the steps, lacing them up as I heard another buzz.
'Outside your door, hurry up! Got a surprise for you...' I stopped for a second just to take in this feeling and smiled. I was going out on a for real date with Gerard and, if I was lucky, not be a virgin by the end of the night. I grabbed my keys, turned off the lights and shuffled out the door, locking it behind me. Gerard was leaning against his Mercedes in the same black leather jeans, a different shirt, and-
"Holy. SHIT!" I yelled with the biggest smile on my face. Gerard definitely had something different. His hair, once raven black, was now a fluorescent, flaming crimson. And damn did it look fantastic on him. It was fitted to his cheekbones, and I wanted nothing more than to be running my hands through it. "Holy shit, holy shit, holy motherfucking shit. That looks... oh my god! You look.." I was a loss of words, my mouth was open slightly as I shook my head in disbelief. One word to describe Gerard? Impossible. I'd settle for one- "Damn," I laughed. How could one person look so fucking gorgeous?!? He grinned back at me.
"Didn't think you'd like it this much. Would've got it done sooner had I known," he winked at me. Another fit of butterflies erupted in my stomach. I continued staring at Gerard's outfit. He was wearing a well-fitted black button up that stopped three quarters down his arms and clearly read 'Sniper' in yellow on the left. It had large silver buttons and zippers. He had buttoned three in the middle, leaving his neck exposed and revealing the buckle to his belt. Same biker-ish combat boots. I nearly tripped over the step for staring so much. He looked hot as FUCK. Just.. damn.
"You ready, sweetheart?" he called with a grin. His eyes weren't on mine- they were all over my outfit. It gave me a quick boost of confidence. 'Keys, phone, wallet, eyeliner. What more could I need with me?' Besides Gerard, of course.
"As I'll ever be."
There stood Gerard in all his animalistic glory, forearm propped against the wall as he leaned against it, one foot crossing the other and hand shoved in his pocket. He wore nothing but very tight pants, hair slightly damp, messily slicked back and seductively wild. It's the first time I've seen him without a shirt and hell if he didn't look sexy. My eyes trailed down his creamy white chest that I would kill to be touching right now. I mentally traced over the indentions of his perfectly flat yet muscular stomach and abdomen. My vision caught sight of a dark line of hair that trailed from his navel down his abdomen and into his pants, leading to his... Jesus Christ have fucking mercy. He was clad in tight leather skinny jeans which had chain loops hanging from both sides. Those pants showed off his... well, everything-hips, waist, crotch, legs, ass (I can't see it, but I know sure as hell it looks fantastic), you name it. I'm pretty sure he wasn't wearing boxers either, which made my knees go weak. Butterflies erupted in my stomach and I bit my lip, continuing to stare shamelessly at how well those jeans made him look. I just noticed a studded belt that made him appear even more badass and fuckable. I pried my eyes away long enough to look down at his combat boots. They were black as well and laced up the front and had buckles along the sides. I raked over every single inch of that fucker, taking in this breathtaking sight. Literally breathtaking. I was seriously having trouble getting oxygen to my lungs and back out. The clearing of his throat didn't even phase me. Licking my lips, I tore my eyes up to his angelic face. But I knew he was anything but angel-like. He was a devious little creature of Satan, sent to tempt me in every way imaginable. Well he certainly was achieving that goal. I was seriously considering the idea of pushing him to the floor and fucking him right there on his carpet without a second thought.
"So Frankie, do you like these jeans? I don't know... I think they could be tighter. Maybe too much leather? What shirt should I wear with it?" he innocently questioned. I almost missed what he had said for being caught up gawking at his luscious figure. I felt a surge flow through my abdomen as he pranced off the last step with a slight clunk of his boot. The way his hips swayed in those jeans, just... MMH. My mouth automatically dropped open a little before catching myself. Gerard loves being in control and right now, I was eating out of the palm of his hand. He knew it, too, how damn well he was affecting me. Of course he did.
"U-um, I just-you should, well, y-you look fine. The jeans are great, yeah. Any shirt's fine... no shirt's even better," I silently mumbled that last part under my breath. Again I had to peel my eyes off his bulge-though I'm almost positive he wasn't hard!-and up to meet his gaze. I smiled as politely as I could. It was hard with images of me tearing off those jeans stampeding through my mind. Pictures of Gerard naked, me naked, doing the kinkiest shit imaginable. Moaning, biting, kissing, licking and so much more. Yeah, it was hard keep a straight face all while trying to fight a raging boner. Him not having a shirt was only one step closer to where I wanted us to be.
"Hmm, alright, if you say so. I'll grab a shirt, you be thinking of what you want to do today. Back in a minute hun." I wanted to giggle like a schoolgirl at that sweet pet name, but restrained myself. He smiled the smile of a saint, yet swayed his hips like a sinner as he jogged up the steps. I bit my lip and took in that sight as he went up. Yes, I can definitely confirm that his ass looked fantastic-marvelous, sensational, delicious, insert any imaginable synonym here-in those pants. That's it, I'm done. If he keeps this up, I just won't be able to control myself any longer. The tension's getting to be too much, I'm practically all but begging for it at this point. That's when a little light bulb went off-I have a plan. I knew exactly what we were going to be doing tonight in more ways than one.
I was devising how this whole scheme would go down when I heard the soft clunk of his boots hitting the steps. We greeted each other with smirks, which kind of scared me. I knew what I was thinking about (which was filthy, believe me) and had caused my smirk, so it made me wonder what the hell he was thinking about. His porcelain chest, much to my dismay, was shrouded with a Van's 2008 Warped Tour t-shirt that hugged his torso nicely and a dark jacket to go with it. He looked amazing as always. This style surprised me. I was expecting a casual button up and jeans, but this... we could easily pass for about the same age as friends. I couldn't decide which look I liked more-this leathery punk teenager look or his formal, waistcoat-wearing teacher façade. One was dangerous, the other kinky. Either worked for me.
"This look alright?" He genuinely looked like he had no idea how fucking sexy he looked right now. It was super cute. He stood a few feet away from me, hands shoved in his pockets. I don't know how they had enough room, those jeans were skin tight. Not that I was complaining.
"Absolutely perfect, trust me. So, I was thinking..." I paused for effect.
"Yeah..?" he smiled, pushing for me to continue.
"Tonight I think we should go out to a club or bar or something. Have a few drinks, dance a bit, listen to whoever's playing. Sound good?" I bit down on my lip and grinned as sweetly as possible, looking up at him through my eyelashes. His eyes lit up momentarily, but then dulled back down.
"Aww, Frankie I'd love to. One problem: you're not technically legal yet," he chastised in a teacher-y voice. 'He didn't have a problem with me not being legal on the couch yesterday,' I grouched internally.
"Don't worry about that. My friend's friend owns the club downtown. I've been there a few times before and he knows me. Everything's cool, Gerard. So you up for it?" I batted my eyelashes. He looked a little worried, rightly so, and sighed.
"Oh how could I say no to that sweet little face of yours? If you're sure you can get in, I'll gladly go with you. Sounds like a lot of fun," he said, face relaxing into a grin.
"Aww why thank you. Can't wait for our little date," I smirked, grabbing him by the belt loops and tugging him close to me. I balanced myself on my tiptoes and pressed a light kiss to his lips as a 'thank you' payment. Hopefully one of many that he'd be getting tonight. I was about to pull away when he mashed down against my mouth harder, hands finding their way to my neck. I went with it and started brushing at the cool skin under his shirt with my thumbs and smiled at his sighing. One of his hands became entangled in my hair, his fingernails lightly scratching my scalp and pushing me closer to him as the other rested on my neck. A velvety, mint flavored tongue darted out and traced over my lower lip, but I pulled away, taking a step back. I didn't want anything to get too heated just yet. I smiled at Gerard's 'what-did-I-do-wrong?!' expression that was plastered on his confused face.
"Now now, Gerard, be patient and save that for later," I smirked. He playfully glared down at me before yanking me to his chest by my hips.
He bent down right next to my ear, breathing in a low, rough tone, "I get what I want when I want it. Got it, Frankie?" Hawwttt. I moaned out an 'mhmm' as he proceeded to nibble at my earlobe. Devilish little bastard, he is. A few open mouth kisses were planted along the side of my neck and a bite right on my tattoo before he abruptly pulled away, leaving my mouth agape. Fucking tease.
"Gerard, as much as I'd love to stay here and makeout with you all day, I need to get home. It's a little after 1 and I probably have a shit ton of homework I've gotta do and I need to check in with my mom. Hope you don't mind, but I will be seeing you later," I reassured. He gave me a pouty look that was the equivalent to ten million puppies. I fucking love dogs to death, which made it even harder. "Don't guilt trip me either. I really don't wanna leave, but I have to baby," I explained. Gerard retracted his lower lip.
"If you say so hun. You want a ride home?"
"Nah, I'll walk. I need the exercise, but thanks for asking. I'm gonna go get my stuff," I said, breaking away from his grasp and headed upstairs. I grabbed my duffel bag and checked my hair. It was a little messed up from where Gerard had tugged on it, but it didn't look bad. I slung it over my shoulder and went back downstairs. Gerard was leaning against the wall, handsome as ever, hands in his pockets and staring off into open space. He snapped his neck over to me and smiled. I felt really bad for leaving-trust me I'd much rather spend all day with him than doing dumbass homework-but I wanted to have enough time to get ready for later as well.
"Alright then, I'll pick you up at 9 tonight, so be ready. I'll text you whenever, okay?" He pressed one last tender kiss to my lips. God I could've melted right into his arms and stayed like that with him forever. Instead I quickly kissed back and headed out the front door. I glanced back him and waved, which he returned. He was leaning against the doorframe, arms crossed but a smile on his face. I got one last glimpse of those tight leather jeans, jeans I hopefully would be grinding down on later tonight. Yep, I definitely planned on it. That among many other things.
I smiled down at my feet as I made my way down the street sidewalk. I had to stop my rampant thoughts of all the things that could go down tonight. I had so many ideas, and I really wanted to make tonight special. I planned on this being the night. I think I've waited long enough, especially when Gerard's being sexy and enticing as hell. I can't help myself anymore.
I winded through the streets, down a few blocks to my street and unlocked the door to my house. Mom still wasn't home, though she had left a note on the counter.
Frankie, I'll be working til 10 tonight. Call and tell me what the plan is for today. Hope you had fun at Ray's. Love you Sweetie!
It made me happy that she wouldn't be here when Gerard picks me up. I felt bad that she still had to work, but it made it easier to sneak out. I called her. The phone rang a few times, but no answer. It sent me to voicemail and I left a message. "Hey mom, I know you're at work so you don't have to call me back. I'm gonna go out with some friends tonight and spend the night with one of them probably. Hope you don't mind, call if that's a problem. Love you!" I ended the call and started doing my laundry. My boxers were a sticky mess, my clothes a little bloody from the wounds. I had those going and started on homework. Mikey had left a list of all the stuff we went over in class and the homework due Monday. I started with a 2-page essay on character analysis for English class. I mostly just typed all the words I knew and called it done. Then I did that worksheet from Trig class and a few workbook pages. The washing machine dinged around 3, so I set the wet clothing in the dryer. My stomach was churning. I was getting stir-crazy as I waited for 9 o'clock to roll around. 'What am I gonna wear? What should I say? What should I not say? Do I have money for drinks?' There seemed like so much to do, yet nothing at all to keep me distracted.
I finished all my homework around 5:23, leaving me to suffer the next 3 hours and 37 minutes. I seriously thought about throwing up. I tried watching TV, but couldn't concentrate. Music didn't work, neither did sleeping. Laying in silence left me with my thoughts, which was worse than any of the other methods. I got back up around 6 and tried to eat something, but my stomach couldn't take it. The butterflies were too much! I wanted everything about tonight to be perfect and hot and sexy yet still sweet and meaningful. Don't ask me how I'm going to manage to pull that off. Knowing me, I'll get drunk and fall over everything and eventually pass out before even kissing Gerard. Speaking of drunkenness, I went upstairs to my room and pulled out my wallet. I had a little less than $200 in it. I'd been saving for quite some time for my next tattoo, but this was definitely worth dipping into those savings. $75 sounded like enough. The place was pretty average on their prices, even though it was a relatively high-end bar. It should be enough for a few beers and shots. I can always take money home. I certainly don't want to get hammered-I'd actually like to remember tonight, thank you.
The dryer dinged, signaling that my clothes had dried. I pulled the clothes out, half-heartedly folding them and throwing them in a hamper before taking it upstairs. I put them in their corresponding drawers and tried straightening things up a bit. Cleaning at least gave me something to do. I would normal avoid physical activity like this at all costs, but it kept my hands and mind busy. I vacuumed the downstairs den, kitchen and bathroom to appease my mother. Helping around the house kept me in her good graces, so this was a perfect opportunity. I put my iPod on shuffle and dusted some bookshelves and the coffee table, unloaded the dishwasher, wiped down the counters. All that was finished before 7 o'clock. 'Alright, just 2 more hours Frankie, you can do this. Let's see, gotta pick out something to wear,' I was climbing up the stairs to my room when a buzzing noise vibrated against my leg. It was a text from my mother.
'Hey Frankie, got your message. Be safe tonight and have fun. Try to be home by 5 tomorrow, I'm cooking. It'll be nice to see you for longer than 5 minutes! Anyway, love you!'
Fantastic! I was in the clear, everything would be okay. I felt relieved to have that stress off my shoulders. I texted her a quick 'I'll be safe' and 'Love you too' and went to the bathroom to take a shower. I shed my clothes and threw them in the corner. I looked in the mirror at the bandages and removed them. The scratches were healing nicely, thanks to Gerard's treatment, but the bruises were still purplish and green. Disgusting. The mirrors started to fog, indicating the water temperature was perfect for me. I hopped in, 'ahhing' as the water hit my skin, relaxing me. The clear liquid soaked through my hair, ridding it of grease and dirt. A few trickles of blood ran down my stomach and legs from the cuts. I watched it race down before reaching the tub. I thoroughly shampooed and conditioned my hair and lathered my body with soap. I scrubbed down every single inch of me, making sure to get all possible spots. I definitely didn't want to smell bad for Gerard, I was already worried about my appearance enough. The water was getting cool, so I rinsed my hair once last time and shut it off. I pulled back the curtain, frigid air nipped at my warm flesh and quickly pulled a towel around me. My phone read 7:39, leaving me with plenty of time to get dressed and do my hair. I wrapped one towel around my waist as I towel-dried my hair with another, scrubbing at my scalp with the cottony cloth. It was still damp when I rested the towel on my shoulders and scampered to my room. 'Clothes... what to wear, what to wear...' I didn't want to wear too much black for all the dark lighting, but I didn't want to stand out too much either. I wondered what Gerard would be wearing tonight. Hopefully the same jeans. MMH.
I scanned my closet: black, black, black, black, black, ooh grey. 'So much variety, Frank. Jesus...' A little splash of colour eventually caught my eye. I pulled out the shirt. It was a red and black checkered button up with pockets on the chest. It was perfect. I pulled it out and laid it on my bed. Next came a plain tee and super tight skinny jeans. I had to lay down on the bed to pull them all the way on, then a belt with three rows of black studs was threaded through the loops. The jeans had a few tears, one near the upper thigh, and in the knees. I loved this jeans! I left the shirt unbuttoned, giving it a more casual look and it showed off my tattoo pretty well. Yeah, I was really starting to look pretty good. I messily spiked my hair up in the front and blow dried it in place. By the time I finished, it was 8:30. I put on my favorite cologne and brushed my teeth. I put my wallet in my back pocket and headed back downstairs. Now the nerves had really set in. Sure, I smelled and looked great, but I still felt insecure. I checked my phone-8:43. I sat on the edge of the couch, bouncing my knee up and down, rocking back and forth a little to some mental tune. 'HOLY SHIT!' I jumped off the couch and ran upstairs faster than lightning. I nearly fell as I bolted into my room and searched my dresser clumsily. Then I found it. Eyeliner. I sighed in relief. How could I forget eyeliner of all things?! I applied a thick layer as professionally as I possibly could, seeing as how my hands were shaking slightly. I finished and capped the pencil before looking in the mirror one last time. I generally hate my face and overall appearance, but tonight, I looked pretty damn good. I had to admit it, even though I didn't wanna get all cocky. Not yet, at least. There was some chapstick on the dresser as well, so I applied a bit over my cracking lips.
Another buzz vibrated against my leg. It was from Gerard.
'I'll be there in a minute. Hope you're ready ;)' The winkie face sent another ripple of butterflies through my stomach. Yeah, it was just a smile, but I could picture Gerard's sexy, devious smirk. The one he always got when he was feeling mischievous. I loved that smirk and what usually followed it. I shoved the phone in my pocket and skipped down the stairs. I pulled some black Vans on at the base of the steps, lacing them up as I heard another buzz.
'Outside your door, hurry up! Got a surprise for you...' I stopped for a second just to take in this feeling and smiled. I was going out on a for real date with Gerard and, if I was lucky, not be a virgin by the end of the night. I grabbed my keys, turned off the lights and shuffled out the door, locking it behind me. Gerard was leaning against his Mercedes in the same black leather jeans, a different shirt, and-
"Holy. SHIT!" I yelled with the biggest smile on my face. Gerard definitely had something different. His hair, once raven black, was now a fluorescent, flaming crimson. And damn did it look fantastic on him. It was fitted to his cheekbones, and I wanted nothing more than to be running my hands through it. "Holy shit, holy shit, holy motherfucking shit. That looks... oh my god! You look.." I was a loss of words, my mouth was open slightly as I shook my head in disbelief. One word to describe Gerard? Impossible. I'd settle for one- "Damn," I laughed. How could one person look so fucking gorgeous?!? He grinned back at me.
"Didn't think you'd like it this much. Would've got it done sooner had I known," he winked at me. Another fit of butterflies erupted in my stomach. I continued staring at Gerard's outfit. He was wearing a well-fitted black button up that stopped three quarters down his arms and clearly read 'Sniper' in yellow on the left. It had large silver buttons and zippers. He had buttoned three in the middle, leaving his neck exposed and revealing the buckle to his belt. Same biker-ish combat boots. I nearly tripped over the step for staring so much. He looked hot as FUCK. Just.. damn.
"You ready, sweetheart?" he called with a grin. His eyes weren't on mine- they were all over my outfit. It gave me a quick boost of confidence. 'Keys, phone, wallet, eyeliner. What more could I need with me?' Besides Gerard, of course.
"As I'll ever be."
Notes
HARPY EASTER! (frank ref, hehe) Alright so you guys are the best. I didn't even mean to leave that last chapter as a cliffhanger, but yall sparked ideas in my messed up mind, so thank you! It seemed like a lot of people really enjoyed that WPR ref so that made me happy. I stayed up til 2 am typing half of this and snuck away this afternoon so I could finish/post this chapter today. This night club scene should be really fun to write, especially what comes after it.... HEHEHE! Please comment, rate, and subscribe! You guys, again, are the best. Thanks so freaking much for reading.
-xo OfSaintsandSinners
oh yeah, this was the inspiration for Frank's outfit this chapter. http://www.altpress.com/images/uploads/news/FrankIero-2012-620.jpg
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