It was 9 p.m. when Gerard went home. Or, when I walked him home. We just fucked, and I wasn't going to let him walk home by himself. I'm nice. Not mean.
And, when I came back, so did Mom and Dad. Mom cooked some food, it was good. Really good. Now, I'm in bed, about to sleep. I'm still thinking. Why does all my thinking have to happen right before I sleep? It keeps me up.
Speaking of keeping it up, I wonder what it's like back at my other home. I should text BJ. But wait, what if he's busy with something? Now wouldn't be a good time.

MEANWHILE . . . . . .


I'm so freaking tired. Tonightwas so...wow. I'm tired. Mom's sleeping, so is Dad. I should too. I hope Frank's okay. It would be ashamed if something bad happened. Well, yeah. Speechless.
Not really in the mood for eating. Just not hungry, and it's only 9? Oh my god. I need something to do. Should I leave the house? I suppose I could, but it's kind of dangerous to be out there alone.
"Where were you all day?" asked Mikey. I didn't see him there.
"Frank's house." I said. I made room for him on my couch. He sat down.
"Doing what?"
"I don't know... him?" We both laughed. Oh mygod. I am boring.
"Amber came over earlier to 'see how you were doing', but I told her you werent home yet." I turned on the lamp that was next to me.
"Cool." I don't want to hear about Amber.
"And so, like she told me you had a thing going on with-"
"Frances, YES!! I know, I didn't know what was going on, I seen Frank talking to some other guy, and I guess I was jealous. Shit Happens."
We went silent, until Mikey started laughing.
"I was going to say Frank." said Mikey. Dammit.
"Wait, Frances, the girl who had that massive cruch on you in kinder? Cute."
"Yes. That's the one. I'm going to shower, and sleep. Tired."
"How's Frank?"
"Why?"
"He's still my friend."
"Well 'your friend' is now my boyfriend. And if you really want to know, we got in our first fight yesterday and now were back together. We fixed alot of things, I slept on his porch, and when I woke up, I was somehow in his room. We fucked. End of story." I said going downstairs.
"Gerard. I heard that." said Mom. Ah. Now she knows.
"Glad Frank's okay, didn't break him during that fight did you?"
"NO!"
"That's my boy."
I shut the door, and sat on my bed. Looking at all my action figures, and drawings. Boxes. This is comfortable. My home.