Only Hope For Me

We went to the movies, well it ended up being a drive in, and watched Nightmare on Elm Street. It was actually kind of scary and hilarious. I'm a big horror fan.

I looked at my watch and saw it was about 12:00 midnight. "Frank, we gotta get home."

He smirked. "Alright." He winked. Oh, god. I hope he didn't think that that was the reason I wanted to go home early. I had a hair appointment in the morning for my bright, fire engine red hair.

"Uh, I have a hair appointment at 7:30. It's gonna take 3 hours, then I was going to take you out to lunch..." I said quickly. He blinked. "Oh."

He sighed. "Mikey, I gotta go, we'll walk." I called out to him. He shushed me and we went our separate ways.

"I get that you don't wanna have sex with me...I am kinda ugly." I heard Frank mutter beside me.

"Frank, don't ever say that again. You are fucking beautiful. I'll tell you what, we'll do it tomorrow night. Not at my place or yours, because I don't wanna have to be interrupted again. We'll go camping in a secluded area and do it under the stars." I said.

"That's kinda romantic actually." He blushed.

I laughed. "Only for my bae." I winked. "You say that ever again I will murder you in your sleep."

I giggled and kissed his cheek once we were at his house. "I'll see you for lunch tomorrow."

"Frankie! You're home late!" I heard his mother scold. I giggled louder. "Hello Gerard! I hope you had a wonderful evening, but Frank is grounded at the moment." She glared in his direction.

"I hope you let him off the hook soon, because tomorrow we are going on a trip and it is Spring Break." I laughed.

"You can have him tomorrow at noon. He will be doing a lot of chores from 10 AM to then."

I giggled. "Of course. Goodbye Mrs. Iero."

I took off running to my house because walking alone at night in Jersey is a fucking lunatic idea. I saw some sketchy looking people. "Kids got guts." I heard deep laughter. I ran faster and finally got into my house and locked the door.

"Gerard Way!" I heard a yell behind me.

"Hi mom." I panted out. She glared at me. "Do you know how worried we were about you?" She yelled.

"Mikey's not even home yet, please chill." I winced. She calmed down. "He told he was going to the drive in. Where were you?" She spat.

"Me and Frank went with him! I walked Frank home and ran back here." I explained.

"Oh, alright. Misunderstood. Go to bed." She glared again.

"Yes ma'am." I grumbled and walked down the stairs to my basement room. I went into the bathroom and shrugged off my sweaty clothes and disposed of them into the hamper. I looked at myself in the mirror before smiling and opening my medicine cabinet to grab a washcloth. I paused when I saw my tissue box full of razors was not in the same place. I kept all my razors, but I have been meaning to throw them away. Did Frank....?

I opened it and all of my razors were gone, even the really sharp ones I used to...well...kill myself. I glared at the emptiness before shrugging. I didn't really need them anyway. They were just well, there. I just hope Frank didn't get to them and start cutting again, tomorrow evening would be the first time I would see him without a hoodie in a while.

I smiled, before thinking a bit too much about it and getting a evident problem. Oh well, nothing a bit of jacking off won't fix. I smirked to myself and got in the shower, jacking off, then cleaning up and washing my body. I smiled at the scent before walking out of the room and putting on my pajamas. I hopped into bed and smiled. Tomorrow was going to be lovely.

I hope Frank is looking forward to it as much as me.

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