Come, Angels of Unknown

God knows how long we'd been just kissing in the pouring rain like that, arms on each other and faces flushed with awkwardness and excitement. It was amazing, it felt like electricity snapping everywhere our skin brushed, our lips moving together in such synchronization I’d never felt before – kissing wasn’t something I’d ever given that much attention before, simply because I’d never had someone who understood my needs involving physical contact in a romantic relationship. But Frank did, his hands seemed to crave the same things mine did while my lips wanted to be caressed in the exact way his touched them and I couldn’t help but to think of that as a great circumstance.
I pulled away after a long time, when I finally realized his body had stopped shivering because of my touch, and started trembling under my touch at some point – he was cold.

“Shit, you’re freezing,” I breathed out, panting for breath. Honestly, for a first kiss, that was quite tiring.

He chuckled, lightly, fondly, and all I wanted was to smile because his joy was utterly contagious. “I really don’t mind,” he leaned in and kissed me again, but I moved away before I got lost inside it too much. The fact we were still touching was distracting for me enough as it was.

“If we don’t get you home soon, you’ll get pneumonia and die. And the thing is that I have much better use of you when alive, now that we’ve finally advanced to this stage of our friendship,” I bit my lip and he rolled his eyes, laughing. That made me want to kiss him again, and I really didn’t want to do that [even though I actually did, but you know what I mean].

“You just want me for my body!” He feigned shock, but kissed me again anyway. It was something I hoped he would do, but it still surprised me. He sometimes seemed so happy. It was short and reassuring and everything I needed at that moment, then afterwards he said, “Let’s go to your house, yeah?”

“Why not yours?” I raised an eyebrow. It was still pouring around us and I couldn’t help but to feel like we were in haste; I really didn’t want him to get sick again.

“Yours is closer, and I don’t want Janet on my back for getting soaked again,” he sighed apologetically. I smiled slightly; trying to make him see it was okay by grabbing his hand and squeezing softly.

“Can we at least get you some clothes from your place or something?” I proposed.

He bit his lip and nodded, pulling me in the direction of what I supposed was his house. “Oh, shit! I forgot that the Bakers or whatever they’re called are coming over for dinner tonight. Can I crash at yours? Jesus, that sounded so rude I’m-”

I cut him off, rolling my eyes. “Sure you can. Now get your legs moving faster, I can already feel germs in my throat.”

“Okay, okay,” he chuckled and quickened his pace.

*

“She wasn’t that bad,” I grimaced.

Frank looked at me like I was insane, raising his eyebrow in the process. Then he sighed, and rubbed his face with his palm, “Gerard. She called you an ‘incompetent prick’ and basically threw you out of the house. And why? Simply because, I, an adult, got caught up in the rain while outside with you.”

“Frank, we were kind of making out in the pouring rain for give or take thirty minutes,” I pointed out, and he laughed dryly.

“I know, but that’s not the point.” He bit his lip. “I just don’t like the fact that she only hated and bashed on everyone I've ever brought to that house.”

“Well, maybe it’s because she doesn’t like you bringing strangers home, or-”

He stopped me there, laying his hand on my own as if he was trying to make me quit talking. He spoke quietly, “That house… isn’t my home. It never was, and it never will be. But in any way, she should at least act like she cares. God knows Tim never did, so she can at least make a small effort to make me feel accepted inside the family I’d been a part of since I was practically a toddler.”

We were sitting on my couch, drinking coffee and discussing his step-mother’s outburst that had happened when we’d been at his house. She’d practically blamed me for Frank’s weak immune system and probably would’ve kicked me out if Amber hadn’t saved my ass by calling her from the kitchen. I made a remark in my head to thank her for that the next time I saw her.
Frank had basically missed the entire show, but his presence had definitely helped me out, too, because Janet had been in the middle of her second tantrum about how wrong it was for Frank to hang out with someone so much older than him. I honestly wondered if that woman had more mental issues than just being really, really obnoxious to be around.
Long story short, Frank had managed to drag me out of the house before she started throwing various objects at me so I guessed it was a win-win situation. When we’d gotten here, he’d taken a shower because I’d told him he wouldn’t get coffee if he disobeyed and I’d simply changed into some sweatpants and fed Milo while he was in the bathroom.

And that left us here, me and Frank sitting in the living room and debating the happenings from a short while ago.

“I understand that, trust me – I understand it completely, but you have to realize she obviously has some pent-up anger inside of her. It’s obvious, and I believe she’s using you as her vent. Honestly, I completely disapprove that, especially because it’s you we’re talking about, but you have to admit that you are the easiest target she can find in the narrow circle of the people she interacts with,” I said thoughtfully while taking another sip from my mug.

I felt overwhelmed by the fact I could state my opinion so openly in front of him and know he wouldn’t derogate anything I said. It was weird, I’d always felt like my thoughts would be ignored or belittled by the people I’d talked to before, but I had a mutual understanding with him. He understood me, I understood him, and that was something I’d thought would never happen.

“Good point, actually,” he looked into his mug, seemingly thinking about something. “How did you know, though?”

I smirked slightly. “I’m good at reading people.”

“Oh, right,” he chuckled, “how could I forget about your awesome intuition?”

This time it was me trying to contain laughter. “I wouldn’t call it intuition. I’m just… observant. And I think a lot.”

“That’s one of my favorite things about you, you know?” He smiled. “I know what you’ll say, but I’m serious.”

“Well, maybe I won’t say anything and I’ll simply let you enjoy complimenting me.”

He quirked an eyebrow. “Oh, really, now? That’s nothing like you.”

“Can you believe this guy, Milo?” I smirked and turned to the cat that was currently lying on my thigh. “He thinks he knows us so well.” Milo just meowed disinterestedly and went over to snuggle with now giggling Frank, and I couldn’t handle my jealousy when he accepted wholeheartedly. “Oh, come on, no fair! I want to cuddle, too.”

“What do you say? Should we let him join us?” Now he was the one talking to Milo and he looked really displeased with all the attention he was getting, but he purred lazily anyway and Frank motioned me to join the hug. I left my empty mug on the coffee table and scooted closer to him, laying my head on his stomach. I thought I’d heard a hiss when I accidentally brushed his hipbone with my elbow, but I dismissed it and moved my hand to stroke Milo’s head; catching Frank’s cheeky grin with the corner of my eye.

“What?” I looked at him and he brought his fingers to my forehead, brushing a few stray strands of damp hair that lingered there unintentionally.

“Nothing,” he bit his lip and lowered his head a little, kissing me sweetly as I smiled affectionately against his lips. They moved slowly and gently, completely dismissing any rougher actions that could’ve occurred during the kiss. I managed to ignore everything around me for a little while, until a sound of someone clearing their throat from behind me made me accidentally yelp into Frank’s mouth.
He obviously heard it, too, because he pulled away instantly; Milo jumping off him, probably startled and annoyed by the sudden action. I looked over to the doorway to see Mikey standing there, the Way signature smirk plastered onto his face.

“So, I’m guessing you’re Frank?” He turned to him, raising his eyebrows and Frank blushed hard, his lower lip catching between his teeth. Mikey tilted his head to the side when Frank made it clear he wasn’t going to respond, since he seemed a bit dumbfounded. “Thought so.”

I just rolled my eyes, reluctant to admit I felt slightly awkward myself, and lightly glared at him. “Frank, this is my annoying little brother, Mikey.”

“Nice to meet you,” Frank blurted out, grinning shyly when he noticed I was still using him as a pillow. I didn’t mind, it was stupid to think I would be actually embarrassed in front of Mikey. He nodded at Frank, smirking smugly and turning around on his heel, strolling into the kitchen and coming back with a chocolate bar.

“I’d hang around, but when I see the look Gerard is currently treating me with I’d dare to conclude I’m not really welcome.” He grinned, and Frank slapped my hand lightly, hissing something about me having to treat my brother nicely. “That won’t work, trust me; grandma tried it billions of times. Are you going to crash? I’d say you can use my bed, but considering the fact that I found you sucking my brother’s face on the couch I think you won’t be having problems with sharing a bed with him.”
And with that he strolled down the hall.

I started laughing, while Frank had a horrified expression plastered onto his face. He’d obviously been caught off guard, or he was really awkward in situations like this. “Well, I guess I see that the lack of discretion flows in the family,” he stated when the red of his cheeks faded away a bit.

“Oh, shut up,” I rolled my eyes and kissed him again.

Notes

I know it's short and I'm sorry, but like shit I can't say anything but 'bear with me'. Anyway, I feel really weird for writing about myself as a cat. [It's just the name, but it's still weird]