A Little Thing I Like to Call Frosh
Enter Josh Ramsay!
Still Frank
Vancouver is beautiful. If you've never been there, you really should go. That expression "the grass is greener on the other side"? Well, if you're talking about the U.S. / Canada border, it's true. The grass is greener. The water is bluer. Everything screams "natural beauty." I swear, even the birds sing prettier.
"All right, passengers. Please fasten your seat belts and prepare for landing," a flight attendant says in her way-too-cheerful-to-be-real voice.
I do so and the plane glides effortlessly into the airport. Apparently nothing about this place is supposed to feel real. We get off the plane and go to baggage claim. Thankfully, everything is here. I would have been pissed if there had been a problem.
"All right boys, our hotel is only three blocks away so expect you all to be capable of walking," Mrs. Way says in her motherly tone.
We all groan in unison, but frankly I'm just glad to be here. Three blocks? That's nothing! In fact, it only takes us about ten minutes. The hotel really is something. It's got too many stories to count with huge windows. The concrete seems to glitter in the evening sun.
The inside is just as great. All the walls are painted in bright colors and there appears to be an astonishing chandelier in every section of the lobby.
"We're on floor five. Donald and I will be in room 515, you boys will be in 516. Yes, this means you will have to share beds or sleep on the floor. No, I don't want to hear any complaints. Any questions?"
We all mumble out different forms of, "No, Mrs. Way," and then we are in the elevator, traveling up to the fifth floor. We go down the hall and the adults hand us our room keys before going into their own room.
There are two beds, but they look so comfortable that I almost want to sleep then and there. Besides, it's not like I haven't shared a bed with all of the three guys in the room. I throw my bag onto the floor and leap onto the fluffier looking bed.
"Dibs!" I yell as Gerard crashes down next to me.
"Second dibs!" He cries out, "You two are too slow." This last comment directed at Mikey and Ray.
They both shrug and sit on the other bed.
"So...whad'ya guys wanna do?" I ask, kicking my feet in the air.
Gee stifles a big yawn,"Maybe we should just sleep tonight? We've got a month to enjoy this place. And I don't know about you, but I'm totally jet-lagged."
Mikey and Ray mumble their agreeances and I follow suit despite the fact that I'm not tired at all. Still, I lay my head on my pillow and attempt to sleep.
...
I wake up the next day at two in the afternoon. Guess I was more tired than I thought.
"I know where we're going tonight," Gerard's voice cuts through my morning fog, "Underage club just down the street. Time to hook Frankie up with a hot Canadian chick!"
Mikey and Ray nod, then Ray says, "For now, let's go get breakfast. I'm starving."
None of us can argue with that, so we quickly make our way downstairs, still clad in yesterday's rumpled clothes. Breakfast is amazing; so many different foods. Both familiar ones and ones I never imagined existed. We all eat until we're full to bursting before finally going upstairs to get ready for the day.
...
Nerves attack my stomach as I look into the "underage" club Fireflies. From what I can see from outside, there are flashing lights and girls showing way too much skin. This is not the type of place I like to come too. However, the others (mostly Gee) shove me in anyway. I sit at a table in the back and Mikey goes to get us cokes.
That's when I see her. Her back is to me, but I can tell she's really hot. Her body moves in a lithe way, showing off her curves. She's dressed in a tight fitted T-shirt and skinny jeans. Her hair tosses this way and that, a small cascade of black and...something else. The lights make it hard to tell Blue? Purple? Red? Either way it's mesmerizing. She turns around slowly...
...And I almost choke on my soda. She's a guy! She...er...he notices me watching and throws a wink my way. I feel my jaw drop, but I am unable to bring it back up. When the music stops, he saunters over and three others separate from the crowd to follow.
"Hey," he says when he's in front of me, "I'm Josh."
"Frank," I respond as calmly as possible.
"Sorry, but...I couldn't help but notice you staring." He licks his lips. he has a tongue ring. Just a small silver bar but...God it's hot.
Wait...did I really just think that?
Josh's POV
I lick my lips at the delicious treat in front of me and watch the uncertain flicker in his eyes. He doesn't think he likes guys. Either that, or he's very deep in the closet.
A guy with blinding red hair pushes his way in front of Frank, "I'm Gerard,' he says, "This is Ray," he points to a guy with a much more impressive 'fro than the thing Ian has going on, "and Mikey," he points to an awkward lanky blonde kid in the back. I want to groan. Closet cases are harder to deal with when they have friends who think they're straight.
So, I bide my time and introduce my backup. "This is Matt, Mike, and Ian," I say as I point to them in turn.
The red haired guy nods, but I look around him at Frank, "You wanna go somewhere...less crowded and talk?"
His adorable hazel eyes widen and he chews on his lip ring irresistibly. Then he looks at the red guy who shrugs.
"If you want to, go."
Frank gets up, his long brunette hair bouncing, and I realize he's a lot shorter than I thought. Maybe 4'9 at the most. That's okay with me. I don't pay much attention to height. He pulls his friend...fine, Gerard down so he can whisper in his ear. Then he turns to me and I lead him away.
The guys try to follow, but I wave my hand at them, "Stay. Make friends," i say without looking back.
I lead Frank outside and down the street to a small, stone bench. It's technically a bus stop, but it's also a little late for buses to be running. We sit down and I decide to give him his space...for now. Nobody likes a guy who comes on too strong.
"Look, Josh, I--"
"Closet case or unsure?" I cut him off.
His eyes bug again, "Wh-what?"
"Are you in the closet or are you unsure whether you like guys or not?" I elaborate.
"Oh," he says softly, "Look, I...I don't have anything against gay guys. I'm just not one myself."
"Well that's fine. I'm not either."
"Huh? But you just..."
I laugh, "Frankie, it is possible to play for both teams. Just not at the same time. That ends messily."
He blinks, "Did you just call me Frankie?"
"Oh...I guess i did...Too familiar?"
"no...no, it's just that Gee's the only one who ever calls me that."
"Gee?"
"Oh, um, Gerard. You met him in there," he motions to Fireflies, but I'm focused on his face which is telling me everything I need to know.
"Well, Frankie, I think you have more homosexuality in you than you know."
"Huh?!" I swear his eyes are gonna swallow the rest of his face.
"Tell me something: Does Gerard have a girlfriend?"
He nods slowly, "Yeah, Lindsey. He spends all his time with her. I barely ever see him and when I do, she's there. So it's like we're not even hanging out. Heck, I wouldn't even be here if she hadn't gone on some trip to Japan."
I nod my head as his tone gets more and more bitter. And it's hard to tell in the low light, but I think his eyes tear up.
"Frankie, I know you don't wanna hear this, but...you've got it bad for Gerard."
He blushes the most adorable shade of red, "What? No, that...that's not possible..."
Vancouver is beautiful. If you've never been there, you really should go. That expression "the grass is greener on the other side"? Well, if you're talking about the U.S. / Canada border, it's true. The grass is greener. The water is bluer. Everything screams "natural beauty." I swear, even the birds sing prettier.
"All right, passengers. Please fasten your seat belts and prepare for landing," a flight attendant says in her way-too-cheerful-to-be-real voice.
I do so and the plane glides effortlessly into the airport. Apparently nothing about this place is supposed to feel real. We get off the plane and go to baggage claim. Thankfully, everything is here. I would have been pissed if there had been a problem.
"All right boys, our hotel is only three blocks away so expect you all to be capable of walking," Mrs. Way says in her motherly tone.
We all groan in unison, but frankly I'm just glad to be here. Three blocks? That's nothing! In fact, it only takes us about ten minutes. The hotel really is something. It's got too many stories to count with huge windows. The concrete seems to glitter in the evening sun.
The inside is just as great. All the walls are painted in bright colors and there appears to be an astonishing chandelier in every section of the lobby.
"We're on floor five. Donald and I will be in room 515, you boys will be in 516. Yes, this means you will have to share beds or sleep on the floor. No, I don't want to hear any complaints. Any questions?"
We all mumble out different forms of, "No, Mrs. Way," and then we are in the elevator, traveling up to the fifth floor. We go down the hall and the adults hand us our room keys before going into their own room.
There are two beds, but they look so comfortable that I almost want to sleep then and there. Besides, it's not like I haven't shared a bed with all of the three guys in the room. I throw my bag onto the floor and leap onto the fluffier looking bed.
"Dibs!" I yell as Gerard crashes down next to me.
"Second dibs!" He cries out, "You two are too slow." This last comment directed at Mikey and Ray.
They both shrug and sit on the other bed.
"So...whad'ya guys wanna do?" I ask, kicking my feet in the air.
Gee stifles a big yawn,"Maybe we should just sleep tonight? We've got a month to enjoy this place. And I don't know about you, but I'm totally jet-lagged."
Mikey and Ray mumble their agreeances and I follow suit despite the fact that I'm not tired at all. Still, I lay my head on my pillow and attempt to sleep.
...
I wake up the next day at two in the afternoon. Guess I was more tired than I thought.
"I know where we're going tonight," Gerard's voice cuts through my morning fog, "Underage club just down the street. Time to hook Frankie up with a hot Canadian chick!"
Mikey and Ray nod, then Ray says, "For now, let's go get breakfast. I'm starving."
None of us can argue with that, so we quickly make our way downstairs, still clad in yesterday's rumpled clothes. Breakfast is amazing; so many different foods. Both familiar ones and ones I never imagined existed. We all eat until we're full to bursting before finally going upstairs to get ready for the day.
...
Nerves attack my stomach as I look into the "underage" club Fireflies. From what I can see from outside, there are flashing lights and girls showing way too much skin. This is not the type of place I like to come too. However, the others (mostly Gee) shove me in anyway. I sit at a table in the back and Mikey goes to get us cokes.
That's when I see her. Her back is to me, but I can tell she's really hot. Her body moves in a lithe way, showing off her curves. She's dressed in a tight fitted T-shirt and skinny jeans. Her hair tosses this way and that, a small cascade of black and...something else. The lights make it hard to tell Blue? Purple? Red? Either way it's mesmerizing. She turns around slowly...
...And I almost choke on my soda. She's a guy! She...er...he notices me watching and throws a wink my way. I feel my jaw drop, but I am unable to bring it back up. When the music stops, he saunters over and three others separate from the crowd to follow.
"Hey," he says when he's in front of me, "I'm Josh."
"Frank," I respond as calmly as possible.
"Sorry, but...I couldn't help but notice you staring." He licks his lips. he has a tongue ring. Just a small silver bar but...God it's hot.
Wait...did I really just think that?
Josh's POV
I lick my lips at the delicious treat in front of me and watch the uncertain flicker in his eyes. He doesn't think he likes guys. Either that, or he's very deep in the closet.
A guy with blinding red hair pushes his way in front of Frank, "I'm Gerard,' he says, "This is Ray," he points to a guy with a much more impressive 'fro than the thing Ian has going on, "and Mikey," he points to an awkward lanky blonde kid in the back. I want to groan. Closet cases are harder to deal with when they have friends who think they're straight.
So, I bide my time and introduce my backup. "This is Matt, Mike, and Ian," I say as I point to them in turn.
The red haired guy nods, but I look around him at Frank, "You wanna go somewhere...less crowded and talk?"
His adorable hazel eyes widen and he chews on his lip ring irresistibly. Then he looks at the red guy who shrugs.
"If you want to, go."
Frank gets up, his long brunette hair bouncing, and I realize he's a lot shorter than I thought. Maybe 4'9 at the most. That's okay with me. I don't pay much attention to height. He pulls his friend...fine, Gerard down so he can whisper in his ear. Then he turns to me and I lead him away.
The guys try to follow, but I wave my hand at them, "Stay. Make friends," i say without looking back.
I lead Frank outside and down the street to a small, stone bench. It's technically a bus stop, but it's also a little late for buses to be running. We sit down and I decide to give him his space...for now. Nobody likes a guy who comes on too strong.
"Look, Josh, I--"
"Closet case or unsure?" I cut him off.
His eyes bug again, "Wh-what?"
"Are you in the closet or are you unsure whether you like guys or not?" I elaborate.
"Oh," he says softly, "Look, I...I don't have anything against gay guys. I'm just not one myself."
"Well that's fine. I'm not either."
"Huh? But you just..."
I laugh, "Frankie, it is possible to play for both teams. Just not at the same time. That ends messily."
He blinks, "Did you just call me Frankie?"
"Oh...I guess i did...Too familiar?"
"no...no, it's just that Gee's the only one who ever calls me that."
"Gee?"
"Oh, um, Gerard. You met him in there," he motions to Fireflies, but I'm focused on his face which is telling me everything I need to know.
"Well, Frankie, I think you have more homosexuality in you than you know."
"Huh?!" I swear his eyes are gonna swallow the rest of his face.
"Tell me something: Does Gerard have a girlfriend?"
He nods slowly, "Yeah, Lindsey. He spends all his time with her. I barely ever see him and when I do, she's there. So it's like we're not even hanging out. Heck, I wouldn't even be here if she hadn't gone on some trip to Japan."
I nod my head as his tone gets more and more bitter. And it's hard to tell in the low light, but I think his eyes tear up.
"Frankie, I know you don't wanna hear this, but...you've got it bad for Gerard."
He blushes the most adorable shade of red, "What? No, that...that's not possible..."
Notes
ok two quick questions1: was it easy to guess that the "girl" was josh before he turned around? and
2: are you able to tell that I'm making this up as I go? I honestly have no plot line here....
oh and two quick explanations:
1: i meant to explain this last chapter but forgot...when I don't have a love plot planned for one of the guys I like to put them with their respectable wives. None of that creepy original character or putting yourself in the story crap.
2: sorry if josh's attitude is wrong...I dont know Marrianas trench as well as I know MCR. I only know the few videos of m trench that ive seen whereas ive watched LOTMS about a dozen times....
thats all chao!
6/29/13