-Three Years Ago- “Dickhead, fuck face, cock smoking, motherfucker, asshole, dirty twat, waste of semen, I hope you die. Hey!” Frank and I sang Green Day in unison on our way to the gigantic party.

We acted as if the kiss never occurred. It was a kiss. It was nothing to get all pissed off about and throw a tantrum. Shit like that happens with friends. Life goes on. Also, it’s not like Frank and I haven’t kissed before. We did in the third grade at a birthday party on a dare or maybe it was during the spin the bottle. Or, maybe the kiss was with Matt Henley. Scratch that. The kiss never ensued between Frank and me.

-Three Years Later- I pushed my plate in front of me to signify that I was finished eating my pancakes. Frank’s mom made came over to make pancakes for Frank’s birthday as a special gift.

“So, Frank, what are your big plans for today?” his mother asked, clearing the breakfast plates off the kitchen table.

“It’s still a surprise for Violet, but the guys are coming with us.” Frank smiled at me as he stood up from his chair.

“Who is coming with us?” I questioned, standing up also and straightening my hair.

“Well, there’s Mikey, Gerard, and Ray,” he answered, counting the three guys on his fingers “Go get ready for the day though.”

“What do you expect me to wear, my birthday suit? Last time I checked my calendar it was not my birthday. You can wear yours nevertheless. You just need to iron it.” I rolled my eyes. I talk too much.

“Your fairy godmother brought your suitcase into the bathroom already.” Frank winked and Mikey clamped his hands over his mouth to not laugh.

“Losers,” I snorted and went into Frank’s bathroom to find my suitcase.

I searched through my clothes, throwing them all over the bathroom floor to find a semi informal outfit that is accessible to run away in when I want to live Jersey in the middle of the night. Not that I was necessarily arranging on a getaway, but you never know.

After I took a sizzling shower, I grabbed my clothes I was going to wear. I dressed myself in untailored blue jeans that cuffed up to my ankle, a Ramone long sleeve red and black tight stripped shirt, along with a black garage racer jacket. I finally slipped my Lucky 13 high top shoes and left the bathroom.

“Hey, Linda, where’s Frank?” I toddled in a circle observing the empty living room.

“He told me to tell you to meet him outside.” Linda cracked up. “Wow, that’s a mouthful.” She then hugged me. “Have fun, Violet. Make me proud.”

I stared puzzled at her, smiled, and left.

“Violet, Violet, Violet,” an uncanny voice carried in the rays of the sun when I exited Frank’s front door.

There he was, Gerard, slumping on what I assume to be his car. His oily hair divided in the middle of his forehead where I saw his eyebrows dance up and down as a smirk ascended upon his lips. A cigarette hung out of his mouth and the ashes dropped on his black attire. He sucked in on his cigarette and breathed the smoke out of his nose.

“How’s life, Violet?” he asked me in gruff voice. He let his cigarette drop to the ground and he crushed it with his boots.

“It’s life, Gerard. It’s beautiful.” I smiled to all comers.

Gerard gave me a horror-struck look. “You can say that. Or you can say the people in your life are insanely, exceptionally, and beyond beautiful.”

“With the immunity of some people,” I squabbled.

We looked intently at each other for a good minute till one of blinked and pretended to see something remarkable on our shoe.

“There he is!” Gerard shouted as Frank (wearing his shirt that I made him) came out of the front door of his house, his mom waving to him. Mikey pretended to play a trumpet and made a flourishing sound. “You’re twenty-one, Iero.” He patted Frank on the back. “How does it feel?”

Frank glanced at me.

“Don’t look at me, man. I don’t know what the answer is. I’m still twenty.” I held the car door open for Frank.

“I feel the same,” Frank chuckled, stepping in the back seat as I followed him while Mikey hopped in the front seat and Gerard in the driver’s seat.

Frank gave Gerard a map and directions from the internet. I tried to take a nippy glance at the papers, but could not see anything.

“This seems more like a birthday gift for me rather than you, Iero,” I peeped up when Gerard drove out of Frank’s driveway.

“That’s Frank for you,” Gerard talked to me while looking in his rear view mirror. “He cares more about others than himself. I don’t know how he does it.”

“Do you want me to give you your next present now?” I asked Frank, ignoring the grease man in the driver’s seat. He could wax a car with that hair.

“Another one, really?” he smiled carelessly, closing his eyes without me even telling him to.

I made an abnormal face and reached into my jacket for a Misfits T-shirt tied in a ball with rubber bands.

“Can I open my eyes yet?” Frank giggled and shook with anticipation.

“She never told you to close them, dummy.” Gerard laughed.

“Normally when a person says dummy, they’re enormously slow on the uptake themselves because dummy was the best insult they came up with. Imagine that.”

Frank opened his eyes, snatching the shirt out of my hand.

“This isn’t another homemade shirt, is it?” He snapped off the rubber bands and unfolded the shirt. “The Misfits, Violet, no way,” he grinned. “Are you serious, Violet?”

“I couldn’t be any more serious than right now. Actually, I probably could be, but who knows. Well, there is more detestable talk where that comes from.” I cringed.

I squirmed even more when I saw Frank place his new shirt in his lap and gawked at me. He didn’t seem at all interested in the shirt. I appeared to be his curiosity. I swooned and winced for a second time. I was not confident in the manner of how Frank gaped at me with his eyes greener than customary. I was a besotted youngster staring at person I was in love with. I’m too delicate to be feeling this and way too unresponsive to do anything about it.

“You-you like it?” I sputtered out.

Frank waggled his head. “I do. I like it. You know how much I love the Misfits, of course.”

Mikey then turned his head over his seat to glare at me. I still need to give him tribute for recognizing this ‘thing’ going on between Frank and me. I didn’t even distinguish it till now.

Notes

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