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Morning Talks And Midnight Kisses
There’s a guy named Frank at my school.
really?? thats so weird bc there is a guy named gerard at my school. i dont personally know him tho I thought about the coincidence for a bit
Wait, do you go to Bellville High? I asked. It was too big of a coincidence that we both knew someone with those names. Especially mine.
yeah!!!
We have English together, don’t we?
yup. hey i gotta go. you should meet me back here at 1 tomorrow I looked at the clock. It was already 12:48
Alright cool. I responded, clicking the power button on the laptop.
I woke up around eleven, and couldn’t go back to sleep. It was finally Saturday but I had no plans. I was actually pretty eager for one o’clock. I wanted to talk to Frank again. It was actually pretty cool that we went to the same school.
The first two hours of my day were mainly uneventful. One came around and I logged onto the site. I repeated the steps that I did the last time. Logging on, typing art into the interests box, clicking on the one labeled Art and waiting.
hey you actually came back! Frank typed first.
I told you I would! Plus it’s fun talking to you :P I playfully typed. We talked for a couple more hours when he suggested that we meet up at the park. I know that it sounds really creepy, but I was a grown boy and I could protect myself.
I told mom that I was going to Ray’s but walked to the park instead. We agreed to meet by a large tree by the fence. I cautiously walked up to the tree and saw Frank sitting underneath its branches.
“Hey!” His eyes lit up when he saw me.
Frank’s P.O.V
I waited for a little bit under the tree, hoping he would show up. When he finally did, I shot up from my seat on the ground and greeted him. He was taller than I remembered, but then again I never really looked at him before now. We sat on the ground and talked for about three hours until it was around 8:00. The stars finally started to show and everyone had already left so I dragged him to the middle of the field where we could see the stars better. We laid close to each other, pointing out stars and shapes. I looked at him when he was distracted by an airplane.
God, he was beautiful.
Yes, I’m gay. And yes, I thought Gerard was the most beautiful man I had seen. He looked over at me and giggled
“What?” He chuckled. Without my permission, my face leaned in towards him, planting my lips on his. They were smooth and warm and made me feel safe. When he didn’t pull back, it shocked me. I leaned closer to him, halfway lying on his body. Suddenly he flipped me over so he was the one on top of me. It startled me, but I went along with it anyways. My right hand moved to his jet black hair, entangling myself in it, while my left hand moved to his hip. I couldn’t believe I was actually kissing him.
Gerard’s P.O.V
My eyes trailed along a line of pollution that a plane was leaving behind, when I noticed that Frank was staring at me with a smile on his lips. He was actually pretty cute. I giggled before asking “What?” with another giggle on my tongue. The next thing I knew he was kissing me. But the weird part was, I liked it. He moved a little more, resulting in him laying his chest on mine. I decided to take a little dominance and flip him onto his back and be the one on top. His hands moved around my body and mine moved to his hair and shoulder. I bit his bottom lip asking for entrance, that he quickly granted me. Our tongues swirled over each other as a few moans escaped our mouths. A few minuets later my phone buzzed from my pocket. I reluctantly stopped kissing Frank to find a text from my mom telling me to come home. I huffed and stood up.
“I gotta go. I’m sorry.” I said helping him up. He was a shorter boy with short, black, floppy hair.
“It’s fine.” He said with an almost disappointed tone “You should come over to my house tomorrow, if you’re not busy.” He scribbled something down on a piece of paper and handed it to me.
“I’ll be there.” I said in an almost flirty way. I kissed him once again before walking away.
On the walk back I had time to reflect on what had just happened. I just kissed a boy. One that I had known for two days but had only really met four hours ago. But I kissed him. What’s happening to me? Last time I checked, I wasn't gay. Or even bi, for that matter.
The rest of the night was uneventful. I didn’t want to get on the chat site for the rest of the night because I was too busy thinking about Frank and what happened to actually talk to him. I went to bed a couple hours later, hoping I would dream about him.
I woke up around twelve and hurried to get my necessities done. I knew it would take about an hour for me to do all of my stuff before I could finally go over to Frank’s. I pulled my blankets and sheets off of myself, dragging my feet to the bathroom connected to Mikey’s bedroom and mine. Once fully awake, I locked the door to Mikey’s room, making it impossible for him to walk in on me. It had actually happened a couple times. On accident, of course. I could hear a light snore coming from his room, signaling he wasn’t awake yet. I locked the door to my room as well, assuring complete privacy, until Mikey would wake up and pound on the door, making me leave. I turned the knob on the shower wall and water sprayed from the faucet. I stripped my clothes off of my body and stepped underneath the warmth of the water. I only spent about twenty minuets in there total. After I was done, I grabbed some clothes from my drawer. A Misfits shirt and some black skinny jeans. I grabbed some cereal before telling mom I was heading out.
“Where are you going?” She asked sweetly.
“My friend Frank’s house.”
“Frank?” She looked confused. “I’ve never met this boy before. Who is he?”
“He’s a friend. We go to the same school. We have English together.” I answered, putting on my white converse as a contrast to all of the black.
“Okay, well have fun.” She smiled and kissed me on the cheek. I walked out of the house and my stomach started to knot. I walked until I met Washington Avenue, turning onto the street. The neighborhood here was nice. It was right on the other side of Ray’s house. In fact, I could actually see his house from the corner. I walked up to his house, taking a deep breath before knocking. When I did, I was met by a short Frank.
“Hey!” He smiled at me and pulled me into his house. It was nice. It had a slight cinnamon-y sent. It was a bigger house than it looked like on the outside. His room was pretty big as well. The walls were littered with band posters and a couple guitars leaned on stands.
Frank’s P.O.V.
I was in the middle of practicing my guitar when I heard a knock at the door. I was in my boxers still, so I rushed to get some pants on. I raced down the stairs, hoping it was Gerard behind the door. I opened the door, and there stood him in all of his beauty.
“Hey!” I said. Maybe a little too excitedly. He greeted me back and I grabbed his wrist, pulling him past the threshold of my home. His eyes darted around the rooms, taking in the view. I gave him a brief tour of the house and when we finally got to my room and a smile instantly pulled onto his face.
“Cool guitars,” He said, looking at my crappy, blue acoustic and my white, beat up Les Paul. He walked over to where they were steadily leaning on their stands. His fingers trailed along the custom stickers I had put on my white Les Paul.
“Pansy,” He whispered
Gerard’s P.O.V.
His white guitar looked perfect sitting there, frozen. I wasn’t exactly in love with guitars, but for some reason, I was entranced by this white one. Maybe it was just because it was Frank’s, but it was beautiful.
“What k-” Right as I turned around Frank’s lips collided with mine, causing me to stumble a bit before settling into the kiss. My hands migrated to his hips, pulling him closer to me. To my surprise, we fell onto the bed, him on top of me. His tongue snaked into my mouth as we fought for dominance. I tugged at his shirt, causing him to take it off. I did the same, throwing it on the floor. I flipped him over as I unbuckled his pants pulling them down to his knees.
Frank’s P.O.V.
I wasn’t even thinking when I kissed him, but it was obviously the right choice. We fumbled on the bed, kissing without our shirts, when he flipped me over and unbuckled my jeans. Oh my God… This is happening. I thought to myself. He slipped them off completely and I helped him with his. He grabbed my hard on, causing me to moan loudly into the kiss.
“Frank I need to bor- OHMIGOD!” My body tensed as I saw my sister’s figure in the doorway. “Frank what the FUCK!?!”
really?? thats so weird bc there is a guy named gerard at my school. i dont personally know him tho I thought about the coincidence for a bit
Wait, do you go to Bellville High? I asked. It was too big of a coincidence that we both knew someone with those names. Especially mine.
yeah!!!
We have English together, don’t we?
yup. hey i gotta go. you should meet me back here at 1 tomorrow I looked at the clock. It was already 12:48
Alright cool. I responded, clicking the power button on the laptop.
I woke up around eleven, and couldn’t go back to sleep. It was finally Saturday but I had no plans. I was actually pretty eager for one o’clock. I wanted to talk to Frank again. It was actually pretty cool that we went to the same school.
The first two hours of my day were mainly uneventful. One came around and I logged onto the site. I repeated the steps that I did the last time. Logging on, typing art into the interests box, clicking on the one labeled Art and waiting.
hey you actually came back! Frank typed first.
I told you I would! Plus it’s fun talking to you :P I playfully typed. We talked for a couple more hours when he suggested that we meet up at the park. I know that it sounds really creepy, but I was a grown boy and I could protect myself.
I told mom that I was going to Ray’s but walked to the park instead. We agreed to meet by a large tree by the fence. I cautiously walked up to the tree and saw Frank sitting underneath its branches.
“Hey!” His eyes lit up when he saw me.
Frank’s P.O.V
I waited for a little bit under the tree, hoping he would show up. When he finally did, I shot up from my seat on the ground and greeted him. He was taller than I remembered, but then again I never really looked at him before now. We sat on the ground and talked for about three hours until it was around 8:00. The stars finally started to show and everyone had already left so I dragged him to the middle of the field where we could see the stars better. We laid close to each other, pointing out stars and shapes. I looked at him when he was distracted by an airplane.
God, he was beautiful.
Yes, I’m gay. And yes, I thought Gerard was the most beautiful man I had seen. He looked over at me and giggled
“What?” He chuckled. Without my permission, my face leaned in towards him, planting my lips on his. They were smooth and warm and made me feel safe. When he didn’t pull back, it shocked me. I leaned closer to him, halfway lying on his body. Suddenly he flipped me over so he was the one on top of me. It startled me, but I went along with it anyways. My right hand moved to his jet black hair, entangling myself in it, while my left hand moved to his hip. I couldn’t believe I was actually kissing him.
Gerard’s P.O.V
My eyes trailed along a line of pollution that a plane was leaving behind, when I noticed that Frank was staring at me with a smile on his lips. He was actually pretty cute. I giggled before asking “What?” with another giggle on my tongue. The next thing I knew he was kissing me. But the weird part was, I liked it. He moved a little more, resulting in him laying his chest on mine. I decided to take a little dominance and flip him onto his back and be the one on top. His hands moved around my body and mine moved to his hair and shoulder. I bit his bottom lip asking for entrance, that he quickly granted me. Our tongues swirled over each other as a few moans escaped our mouths. A few minuets later my phone buzzed from my pocket. I reluctantly stopped kissing Frank to find a text from my mom telling me to come home. I huffed and stood up.
“I gotta go. I’m sorry.” I said helping him up. He was a shorter boy with short, black, floppy hair.
“It’s fine.” He said with an almost disappointed tone “You should come over to my house tomorrow, if you’re not busy.” He scribbled something down on a piece of paper and handed it to me.
“I’ll be there.” I said in an almost flirty way. I kissed him once again before walking away.
On the walk back I had time to reflect on what had just happened. I just kissed a boy. One that I had known for two days but had only really met four hours ago. But I kissed him. What’s happening to me? Last time I checked, I wasn't gay. Or even bi, for that matter.
The rest of the night was uneventful. I didn’t want to get on the chat site for the rest of the night because I was too busy thinking about Frank and what happened to actually talk to him. I went to bed a couple hours later, hoping I would dream about him.
I woke up around twelve and hurried to get my necessities done. I knew it would take about an hour for me to do all of my stuff before I could finally go over to Frank’s. I pulled my blankets and sheets off of myself, dragging my feet to the bathroom connected to Mikey’s bedroom and mine. Once fully awake, I locked the door to Mikey’s room, making it impossible for him to walk in on me. It had actually happened a couple times. On accident, of course. I could hear a light snore coming from his room, signaling he wasn’t awake yet. I locked the door to my room as well, assuring complete privacy, until Mikey would wake up and pound on the door, making me leave. I turned the knob on the shower wall and water sprayed from the faucet. I stripped my clothes off of my body and stepped underneath the warmth of the water. I only spent about twenty minuets in there total. After I was done, I grabbed some clothes from my drawer. A Misfits shirt and some black skinny jeans. I grabbed some cereal before telling mom I was heading out.
“Where are you going?” She asked sweetly.
“My friend Frank’s house.”
“Frank?” She looked confused. “I’ve never met this boy before. Who is he?”
“He’s a friend. We go to the same school. We have English together.” I answered, putting on my white converse as a contrast to all of the black.
“Okay, well have fun.” She smiled and kissed me on the cheek. I walked out of the house and my stomach started to knot. I walked until I met Washington Avenue, turning onto the street. The neighborhood here was nice. It was right on the other side of Ray’s house. In fact, I could actually see his house from the corner. I walked up to his house, taking a deep breath before knocking. When I did, I was met by a short Frank.
“Hey!” He smiled at me and pulled me into his house. It was nice. It had a slight cinnamon-y sent. It was a bigger house than it looked like on the outside. His room was pretty big as well. The walls were littered with band posters and a couple guitars leaned on stands.
Frank’s P.O.V.
I was in the middle of practicing my guitar when I heard a knock at the door. I was in my boxers still, so I rushed to get some pants on. I raced down the stairs, hoping it was Gerard behind the door. I opened the door, and there stood him in all of his beauty.
“Hey!” I said. Maybe a little too excitedly. He greeted me back and I grabbed his wrist, pulling him past the threshold of my home. His eyes darted around the rooms, taking in the view. I gave him a brief tour of the house and when we finally got to my room and a smile instantly pulled onto his face.
“Cool guitars,” He said, looking at my crappy, blue acoustic and my white, beat up Les Paul. He walked over to where they were steadily leaning on their stands. His fingers trailed along the custom stickers I had put on my white Les Paul.
“Pansy,” He whispered
Gerard’s P.O.V.
His white guitar looked perfect sitting there, frozen. I wasn’t exactly in love with guitars, but for some reason, I was entranced by this white one. Maybe it was just because it was Frank’s, but it was beautiful.
“What k-” Right as I turned around Frank’s lips collided with mine, causing me to stumble a bit before settling into the kiss. My hands migrated to his hips, pulling him closer to me. To my surprise, we fell onto the bed, him on top of me. His tongue snaked into my mouth as we fought for dominance. I tugged at his shirt, causing him to take it off. I did the same, throwing it on the floor. I flipped him over as I unbuckled his pants pulling them down to his knees.
Frank’s P.O.V.
I wasn’t even thinking when I kissed him, but it was obviously the right choice. We fumbled on the bed, kissing without our shirts, when he flipped me over and unbuckled my jeans. Oh my God… This is happening. I thought to myself. He slipped them off completely and I helped him with his. He grabbed my hard on, causing me to moan loudly into the kiss.
“Frank I need to bor- OHMIGOD!” My body tensed as I saw my sister’s figure in the doorway. “Frank what the FUCK!?!”
Notes
Yay second chapter! It's getting better now, and I think i got it planned out for a couple more chapters.
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2/23/15