Just One More Bite

My eyes stay planted at Frank's midsection, as perverted as that seems. His posture is so perfect and elegant, and his hips sway naturally from left to right. I mentally slap myself and start to pay attention to what the boy had to say.

"This," he directed me to a small locker, which had been separated from all others, also painted in a bright yellow. "Believe it or not, it's the lost and found."

I nod, holding my chin between my thumb and index finger to look interested. In all honestly, I couldn't care less about a yellow hole in the wall. Frank, however, was something I wouldn't take my eyes off. He caught me astonished by his figure and raised a brow. "What's wrong?"

"You have something on your face," I spit out as an excuse. Damn, was that a bad call. Frank started to tap at his face with both hands, and he bit his lip anxiously.

"Dammit, if any of the jocks see this..." He paused and looked out into the distance before turning to me with a serious expression. "Could you wipe it off?"

My eyes widen as he asks, and Frank's cheeks begin to redden. "Please?"

I search my pockets, pulling them out, to demonstrate that I had nothing. Frank bit his lip once again, and with a trusting smile, he told me what to do. "Just lick your thumb, and wipe it."

My finger could touch someone as great as him. I contemplated for a moment, and he pleaded again. "Please, please, please..." he repeated.

I agreed and licked my finger and rubbed it across the imaginary stain on his face. His skin was smooth and silky, like chocolate, and a pale white color like snow. My thumb had the experience of a lifetime on Frank's face.

We're so close, and Frank stands on the tips of his toes. At this point, I had no idea where this was going. Maybe he was going to kiss me with those brilliant lips of his. Maybe he was going to whisper in my ear. Maybe all of the above.

"You got a spider in your hair," he pointed out, and whacked my hair accordingly. "Got it."

Dammit dammit dammit. I leave the school with a bitter taste in my throat, and I'm thirsty. But that isn't the thing bothering me. I had no chance. Anybody at this point would have quit on their crush.

Then again, Gerard Way does not simply quit.

Notes

This title is perfect for a vamp story :D it's from Black Flag

I hope you all enjoyed this chapter c: