The Light Behind His Eyes

It was around seven at night. Frank was getting ready in the bathroom while I was waiting for him in the living room. He said something about putting on eye liner, and picking out the right clothes. It was cute the way he would act like a girl at times, but when he acts like himself, I get really intrigued. The bathroom door opened and Frank stepped out. He smiled, "Okay, now I'm ready."
"You sure you don't need another hour?" I grinned.
He rolled his eyes smiling, "Is that an invitation? Can I really have another hour?" he chuckled.
I smiled as I grabbed my coat, "You might want to take yours, it's freezing outside."
Frank sighed, "I can't wait till spring." He snatched his coat from the couch and put it on, "What do you like? Winter or spring?"
"It matters?"
Frank shrugged, "I just want to know."
I shrugged, "Probably spring."
Frank nodded, "Same."
We headed out the door, making our way to The Tent a place where people who are just starting out in a band have a chance to perform. I've only been there twice. Once I was 6, I thought nothing of the bands playing and just ate what was there and at age 13. I loved it. There were different types of genres, suiting to everyone's taste. Frank was strolling beside me, saying nothing. So I brought up what's been on my mind, "So, why did you say you didn't believe in the term bisexual? What is that suppose to mean?"
Frank sighed, "Well, at one point you're going to fall for a man or female. And stick with that person."
"And until a bisexual person finds a man or woman they love, then yes, they are going to choose a man or woman and stick with that person. Just as any other person would."
Frank kept walking alongside me, "Never mind, it's too complicated to put into words."
"...well, just as being gay, we were born this way. And just as being gay, we don't like being judged."
"I'm not judging you."
"You said a number of times that 'I don't consider bisexual a term'...that's basically what homophobes say about gays. They don't consider gay a term."
Frank stopped, "Listen, I'm sorry. I should have kept my mouth shut."
"I'm not mad at you, I was just saying."
"Well, you said enough."
Ouch. I thought that night was going to be filled with music and intense jealously. It's worse. Much worse. He's mad at me for sharing what I believe...or maybe he was mad at me because I proved him wrong. Bam. Gerard is amazing, yo.
Frank and I walked into The Tent after we paid our $5 fee. The first thing that caught my eye was the stage. It want big, but it wasn't small either. What caught Frank's eye was the bar. I shook my head, "You're too young. they'll never let you buy a beer."
"Bite me." Frank almost smiled.
No one was performing, so I assumed Lindsey was backstage. I was wrong. A hand touched my shoulder, I didn't really react (I thought it was Frankie). Lindsey stood in front of me, blocking Frankie from my view, "Wow. You're not easy to scare." She smiled.
Frankie made his way next to me. Lindsey smiled at him, "Hey Frank. How are you?"
Frank hesitated but said, "Fine."
Lindsey said, "That's good. So hey, I'm going to go on stage now. After the show, tell me what you guys thought." She winked at us before heading through the crowd.
Frank scoffed, "What a show off."
"I would show off too if I had talent."
"You haven't even seen her perform...what part does she do anyway?"
I said, "It's a hunch. And we'll find out soon."
She was a bassist and she rocked at it. She tossed her hair everywhere, did her part on stage...it made me wonder if I could do that. Be on stage, using my voice since I didn't know how to play instruments. I shrugged it off immediately. They played about two songs before climbing off the stage. Frank said nothing to her as she talked about the sensation of being on stage, performing.
I wanted Frank to say something. I wanted him to speak up.

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