So, we started walking, and walking. Further & further away from Amber 'Popular's ' house. We went 4 blocks north, and 3 blocks west. Frank asked me lots of questions, and I got a little annoyed by his humour, and questioning. I started doing the same thing. Asking him annoying questions, and making fun of his shortness.
"Your such a midget." I said. He lightly punched my arm.
"I'm not short, I'm fun sized." he laugheed along with me.
"Were almost there Gerard." he said.
"Who was that girl?" he asked.
"She's um... The popular girl in the school." I said.
"She one of your close friends?"
"No. Not anymore. We used to be really cool, until middle school. She started going through these changes, and a lot of guys started hanging out with her, and she shut me out for a while. And as a freshman, she was a cheerleader, and got PLENTY of male attention. Last year, she started a streak of heartbreaks. Her body got really full, really fast. She slutted out for a while, and dated a lot of men, we don't talk anymore, but I know she still cares about me, otherwise, she would've started ignoring me. Last time I came to her house was when she lived by the elementary school. Now, she moved, and know where she lives.
It's girls like her, that have a nice personality, but bad reputationOr, there's the girls with a bad personality, and a good reputation. It makes no sense." I said. He sneezed.
I felt his hand gently touch mine, and wrap around it like a snake would. Squeezing, trying to kill it's victom.
"Is something wrong Gerard?" said Frank. I felt a little uncomfortable holding his hand, this is JERSEY! You take a small step back, or you go down the wrong street and end you end up leaving with something broken, or shot.
"No. Just, a little discomfort that's all." I said slowly letting go, and putting my hand back in my pocket.
"Wait, your... straight?" said Frank, sounding concerned.
"Umm, a little. Sorry." I said shakingly. He pulled my waist in and hugged me tightly, forcing me to do the same. In the streets.
"Gee, you don't have to feel uncomfortable around me, it's just that the eyeliner and coffee addiction threw me off." he let go and turned a corner. We finally made it to his house, I think. It had a nice yard, nice fence. Two stories. Beautiful.
Mom! This is Gerard, my friend." said Frank, a lady from the garden appeared.
"Franklin, we went over this. No-"
"He's not my boyfriend, I barely know him. He just wanted to come over for the day, and get to know each other." said Frank, he gave his mother a hug, stepping over the garden dirt.
"That's what you said with the lasst guy you brought home." she said, and went back to her gardening. Planting seeds I'm assuming.
Frank grabbed my arm, and pulled me into his home, and up the stairs to his room. On the way, we passed his father in the kitchen, but didn't stop to greet him.
"Gee, this is my room."Frank opened a door at the top of the stairs, and led me inside. He locked the door behind me, and turned on the lights. I looked around his room, and noticed it wasn't too different from mine. Poster's, carpet...walls.
"Frank, you listen to Iron Maiden? I love that-"
"I know, you told me earlier." He interrupted me. I seen that his bed was clean too.
"So, since my parents have a meeting in Boston for some work thing that they do, I just wanted to know if you'd like to stay the night." Frank said, he went over to his window and shut the curtains, so the natural lighting went away.
"I guess it sounds like fun-"
"GREAT! We can do all sorts of things! Truth or Dare, Ice Breakers, and spin the bottle."
"There's only two of us here."
"Who's stopping us? Oh wait, your straight. Damn."
"Okay then, truth or dare?" I asked, I sat on the floor.
"Truth." He sat in front of me, and smiled. What to ask, what to ask.
"Is it true that your the 'bad boy' of Tribecka?" I asked him keeping full eye contact.
"Yeah,"he smiled slightly."it's true, I'm supposively 'mean' but 'cool', and it got confusing." he laughed a little.
"Gerard, truth or dare." he grabbed my hands, and held them. Oh.
"Truth." I said, squeezing Frankie's handsa little tightly.
"Is it true that your bad at making friends?" he asked. What do I say? Aw.
"Well, Yes, I don't talk alot. Talking isn't fun, I'm afraid I'd eventually talk too much and everything would change. I don't feel like talking shouldn't be exsistence,if you love someone, then your actions would prove that. Actions speak louder then words, but nobody loves me..." I looked up at Frankie and his eyes. It was a little waterry, and he smiled politely.
"Gerard, I love you." He smiled, I knew he wasn't lying when he said that. He leaned over me, and I laid on the floor. He was on top of me, staring into my eyes, his sweet smile. If looks could kill...
I heard the front door shut, and the house got quiet. All I could hear was Frankie's breathing.
"My parents left. Let's continue."
"Alright then Frankie, truth or dare?" I asked. He smiled with his teeth showing, not breaking away from the staredown we were having and licked his lips.
"Dare." he giggled a bit, and sat on my stomach, with both legs wrapped around my waist.
I don't know what to say, being around Frank always makes me nervous. His face is just so innocent, like nobody would want to harm him. But his body, I wanted to do SO much more with his body. I just wanted to explore every part of it. He's so cute.
"I dare you to kiss me." I said pulling him down. His lips. They were soft like the last time, wet nice perfectness. Sexy in every way possible. I wish this moment never ended. But it did, and just as his lips were off mine, his smile grew. I wanted another one of that, so I pulled him closer to me, and I kissed him again, this time, with a little tongue, and I felt his too. It's as if there was a little electicity between us. Like a little firework egnited. I shoved my tongue in his mouth, and I pressed his head on mine, and I began breathing hard. His hands were on the side of my head, enjoying it. I ran my fingers through his black hair on one side, then my other hand now on his back. Pulling him as hard as I could. I stopped to breath for once. Frankie stopped too. He smirked as I was laying there, and him sitting on me.
"Gerard." he said cheerfully.
"What?" I said. I was panting like I just got done running 20 miles.
"You wanted to kiss me?"
"Appearently."
"If you ever want to do it again,... I'm here for you." he got up, and walked to his bed. I sat up, and watched him. His hands. OOOOHHH!!!!!
"Gerard, not to judge you or anything, but I think your gay." said Frank. He was laying on the bed, as I was sitting on his floor.
"Well that's, ... something. I guess I never knew that before. I've never had any luck with girls after all." I got up, and looked in his mirror at myself. My hair, a wreck. My outfit,... in drag. And my eyeliner,... ruined.
"I wouldn't change a thing about you. Your sexy just being yourself." Frankie said, he must have noticed my imperfections. I looked at him and smiled.
"Gerard, truth or dare?" Frank asked, I looked over at him, and smiled.
"Truth." I said. I wanted to keep myself under control with Frank. Tking things slow.
"Is it true that your a real man that can handle everything?" I walked over to the side of his bed, and sat in an empty chair.
"Of course Frank, I AM! I'm not the strongest, but problem wise, yeah. Any situation is managable." I said, he pulled my hand on his head, and I [once again,] ran my fingers, and Gerard's through his hair, messing it all up.
"Okay then, come here." I leaned in by his bed, and waited. His beautiful eyes, and pretty teeth were showing.
"Prove it." he whispered, I laughed a little in my head. How silly.
"How?" I whispered back, as if it were some big secret that was really official. Or something.
"If you got balls," he paused to smile/smirk. Damn, did he look sexy.
"I do. Just say it." I said, looking at him.
"then fuck me Gerard."

Notes

About Time Right? Right.