you are another me

I woke up to the sound of loud taps on a window. The only window.
In the kitchen
I groaned and got up lazily walked to the kitchen looking out the big glass window.

There he was. Standing in my lawn throwing rocks at the thick glass.
I stared at him for a bit wondering what he was doing when he could just knock.
Opening the window a little,

"Kid, can you stop. Please?" I yelled down at him
Frank laughed and ran to the front door.
Closing the window and walking to the door.


Three knocks and i opened the wooden door,
I waved. Walking upstairs as Frank follows.

"You look tired" Frank said while him and i sat at the kitchen table

"Well, youre the one who woke me up by practically breaking my window" I yawned
Frank looked down blushing.

I smiled.
"So why'd you stop by, thought you would of got bored of me by now" I laughed

Frank looked up surprised with his lips curving into a beautiful smile
"Not even!" He said punching me playfully in the arm

"Hey keep your hands to yourself" I said, as i got a pencil from the cup on the table. Sketching on the wood to amuse myself while Frank got a pencil, also started drawing on the wood table.

After about 5 minutes, Frank put his pencil down and sighed.

"How do you do this? its so boring. Lets go back to my house and play video games!" Frank got up but i swiftly grabbed his arm.

"Games aren't true art. Now thats boring" I look at him and he rolls his eyes

"And ruining your table is?" He asked

"I'm not ruining it, im creating. More details. I can figure out to create more and more" I was drawing Frank's green eyes, but with pencil. I'll add colour once fully done.

"Thats stupid," He huffed
"I disagree" I answered calmly as my drawing came along

"Of course you do, all you care about is pencils and paintbrushes" Frank said taking the pencil he once dropped in his hands again and stared at my creation

"It disappoints me that you think that" I put my pencil down. Getting up and getting paint. Paintbrushes. Coming back to sit down. Placing the supplies on the table in front of Frank.

"Are you just like, going back in your loop again or something?" He asks
"hm?"
"You know, you were actually doing people things for a week then you stopped and went back to .." "painting"

"It surprises me that you can be okay with wasting your life" I dip a paintbrush in the light green paint.

"Are you fucking serious? Youre the one wasting your time painting and staying in your house all the damn time"

"I know things. You know why?"

"I know more than you Gerard. I actually go out" Frank says sternly

"Maybe you should look at things in another point of view" I furrowed my eyebrows

"How are you okay with all this?" Frank gestures around my house

"Im not, im still figuring stuff out" I whisper

Frank puts his face in his hands.


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Frank's been walking in circles around my house for the past hour, sometimes humming, sometimes stopping to stare at me unamused.

"Frank" I say loudly

Frank walks in the kitchen stopping in front of me
"You called?"

"Take these to my paint room, the door thats always closed on the left of my room" I give him all my paint supplies

Frank looks down at the stuff i gave him
"Alright" And he goes down the hallway.

I add a few touches to the drawing/painting ive been working on until i hear stuff fall and Frank scream. I cock my head up at sudden noise.

What the fuck happened? Part of me thinks he's fine, part of me thinks that something legit bad happened.

I speed walk to the art room, and Frank is standing on one of the tables.

"What on earth are you doing up there?" I ask as i look at all the paintings that have fallen to the ground

"T-Theres a-a s(mumbles)" Franks starts crying and i squint my eyes trying to think why.

"Honey?" I walk to the table he's on, looking at him

"Spider, theres a fucking spider and its going to kill me!" Frank yells looking everywhere all shaky

"Oh my god" I whisper
I cant hide the smiles appearing on my face
"Oh my god" I laugh looking up at him

Frank frowns wiping tears from his eyes.

I Look at his situation and i stop my laughter picking him up bridal style

Frank hides his face in my chest.
"Aw baby, im sorry. Youre just really cute" I say walking to my room, placing him on my bed.

He doesn't let go.
"Youre okay now"
Frank shakes his head.
"Teenagers" I whisper
"Meanie" He breathes
"Want me to bring you back into that room?" I smile
Frank widens his eyes
"Nonono"

"Thats what i thought."

I tuck Frank in my white bed sheets.
He looks at me unsure
"What is it hun?" I ask softly

Frank bit his lip. Not in a sexual way though. Like in a nervous way.
I crawl in beside him.
"You gonna share or should i just drop it?" I rub his chest and stomach.

"When i was putting your shit away, one of your paintings caught my eye and like" Frank was babbling

"Well, what was it? What did i paint thats bothering you right now?"

"Well i .. uhm it had me and a guy standing beside each other right? and like behind us were these people with guns and masks and then i saw writing at the back.. i don't know if you did it when you were drunk but.. i-it scared me yknow?"

Oh shit. I stared at him in shock. Out of all paintings it had to be the one i was indeed scared of too.

"That painting scares me too Frankie" I whisper into his ear
Frank nods sitting up a bit and pecking my lips then turning around.

I smile, my eyes flutter close as i hear Frank's sleepy noises.

Notes

Hey its been a month.
How're yah?
School makes me want to die