The Light Behind His Eyes

Patrick barged into my apartment, "Hello! It's a wonderful morning, isn't it?" He smiled.
I dropped my spoon into my bowl, "Patrick, what are you doing here?"
He smiled, "You would not believe the morning I had. I got up at five in the morning, got my shit together and worked on the case. We have no problem of winning and be set for life-"
Frank groaned as he walked up the hallway from the bedroom, "What's with all the racket?"
Patrick rose his brows, "I didn't know you two were roommates."
Frankie grinned, "Nope. I passed out here last night. After we hung out with Lindsey, I called my parents and told them I'd be spending the night here."
It was a great night filled with kissing and cuddling. I got up from the chair and put my bowl in the sink, "How long until court? I need to pay for this apartment."
Patrick smiled, "That's the last step, sir. Setting the date."
I smiled, "Well, when?"
"You choose. When are you free?"
"This Saturday."
"Alrighty!" Patrick smiled, "Saturday it is! Damn, I can't wait until I buy my new camera."
Frankie frowned, "Um...so we have to go to school today?"
Patrick nodded, "Believe me when I say this, it's going to be a great Thursday."
It was a great Thursday. Stephan was ignoring us, the staff were treating us like royalty, and everyone else was concerned about me. Concerned about me. They actually cared that I was in a coma...but if it wasn't for that near death experience, they would have just seen me as a loner, an outcast, just like the past days.
Frankie muttered, "How pathetic. I get famous for beating up someone, and you get famous for almost dying...people are fucked up these days."
Frankie was right. Sure he beat up the biggest asshole in school, but he almost killed him and people still cheered him on. "Three cheers for sweet revenge!" They would say. What if he did kill Stephan? Would they still cheer him on?
Patrick smiled, "I don't have my camera, but I still have my handy dandy notepad. Excuse me while I ask these fine teens what they think of you two now." Patrick let us keep walking while he stopped by the group of hipsters.
Frankie asked me, "Do you like all of this attention?"
"Do you?"
Abruptly, a group of strong men from the MMA club snatched Frankie. I thought it was going to be another fighting scene, but instead they congratulated him. One said, "You really kicked Stephan's ass! You did fucking amazing!"
Frankie blushed at the muscular men, "Thanks."
I frowned at the way he looked at them. There was a spark in his eyes. Sure, yeah, they had muscles and six packs but I had a heart that only beats for him...
Another one with a buzz cut asked, "Hey, you wanna join the MMA club? We could use a guy like you!"
Frankie glanced at me. He cleared his throat, "You know I'm gay, right?"
The MMA men frowned. One said, "We don't care. You act like we're homophobes...you don't think we are, do you?"
Frankie shook his head repeatedly, "No, no, it's just...some people don't like guys like me."
Are you fucking kidding me? I thought. I LOVE guys like him. Why was he blocking me out?
The same man who replied said, "We don't care what kind of people you're interested in. That's you. So, you want to join?"
Frankie nodded, "Okay." He smiled.
You've got to be fucking kidding me. I thought he was the type of guy who didn't like all of this attention and now he's joining a club that supports beating people up and earn more attention than he already has? I shook my head and walked away. And no, he didn't chase after me. Even though he saw me leave the scene.

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