Contagious

The sympathy in Frank's eyes, I've never seen them before. His smile widened unnaturally and he pulled me into a hug. What alternate universe have I fallen into? This doesn't happen in the real world.

I felt really warm. "Thanks for that, Frankie," I replied sweetly.

Mikey happened to walk into the room in the middle of the hug, motioning to the spark plugs. I mouthed a rude 'scram!' to him, not breaking the hug between Frank and I. He let go.

"Gerard...you can count on me, I'll be there for you," Frank sniffed, and his eyes sparkled.

Mikey, being the ignorant brother he is, broke into our moment. "Spark plugs!" he yelled dramatically, giving Frank a jumpscare. He settled himself and grabbed the materials, going to his part of the apartment. "Frank, do you want to hang out with Gerard and I tomorrow?"

"I'd love to," he smiled to me and I squirmed. I was fangirling about some random boy asking for fucking spark plugs. I couldn't think.

Do I like like him? Or do I like him as a pal or something? I don't even know if he likes me. I don't even know if he likes men. Maybe he doesn't. Dear God why aren't I a girl? I'd be attractive and I'd have Frank right now.

Wait a second. No I wouldn't. Frank doesn't need a sick thing like me. Even if we did fall head over heels for each other, I would die and he would cry. It wouldn't work.

I jumped on that sofa again, realizing that the alcohol didn't do as much as I wanted. Mikey followed, bringing his unfinished glass. "So, you want to go travelling tomorrow morning or midnight tonight?" It was eleven thirty.

Idea flowing through mind...okay...lightbulb! "Hey, Mikes, don't you think Frank will be lonely without us?" I pouted.

"Well, he is going with us," Mikey laughed. "I asked him about five minutes ago."

"Where was I when this marvelous moment commenced?" I raised a brow quizzically.

"You were standing next to me," he laughed even harder this time. "What the hell was going through your mind?"

I froze. Mikey wasn't going to know my crush, he'd spill it to Frank, and Frank would freak out. Frank wasn't gay, he was working with SPARK PLUGS for heaven's sake. He probably had girls lining up his doorway asking for his number. I mean, to put it quite simply, he was hot. Dripping with sweat kind of hot.

"Spark plugs," I answered dreamily. "I was thinking of spark plugs."

Notes

new chapter! c: