The Angel In My Attic

*Frank’s P.O.V.*

I stayed home from school today, it’s not like my mom would notice because she was gone when I got up in the morning and wouldn’t get back till very late at night. When I woke up I had a pounding headache, I almost didn’t get up. I stumbled down the stairs to the kitchen to make myself some coffee and to take about a bottle and a half of painkillers. After I took a few sips of my heaven in a cup all the events of last night seemed to flood back to me, making my head hurt even more. The guy had to be part of my imagination right? I have taken so many drugs my brain is so fucked, could it be playing tricks on me?

I decided to walk around saying “I know you’re here” until something happened. I made it through the whole house without anything materializing in front of me, which further proved that I was crazy. Sighing I went back to my room to take a nap when I realized we had a freakin’ attic. I got up and walked around for a while trying to figure out how to get up there. After a while I figured it and found myself in an extremely dusty room with old boxes and things everywhere.

“I know you’re here, stop hiding.” I said looking around as I did. Nothing popped out.

“Come on stop fucking with me!” I said annoyed.

“Finally figure out you have an attic?” He said smirking.

“Wow, how long did it take you to think that one up?” I said getting more annoyed with him.

“Well, I guess when you started walking around whining about knowing I was there or something.” He said smiling at me.

“Oh shut up, I thought I was imagining you. Am I imagining you?” Smooth Frank, real good job, it’s not like he’s going to come out and say “yup I’m fake!”

He laughed and said “Frank I’ve been here for awhile believe me you’re not imagining me.” Yup, just like he thought he’d deny it.

“Holy shit is that coffee? I LOVE coffee. Ugh, it smell so good!” Well lookie here he’s a man after my own heart. Wait he can smell? He’s weird, what ever he is.

“Aren't you supposed to be in school or something?” He said looking very confused at Frank.

“I don’t want to go it’s not like I actually learn something, I just get punched, or will get punched.”

“I understand Frank, is that partly why you hurt yourself last night?” I nodded looking at my feet. All of a sudden I felt cold around me and realized he was trying to hug him. Right now I wish I could touch him, it would make me feel much better.

“I’m sorry I shouldn’t have done that.” He mumbled walking over to look out the small window.

“No, its ok I wanted you to hug me, I just wish, you know?”

“Me too Frankie, me too.”

“What should I call you by the way? I mean I could call you attic boy.”

“Ha no way call me, uh Gee.”

“Cool, but why G?”

“Dunno just kind of like it.”

“So you want to go watch something? Or you just going to sit in here?” He agreed to come down and we agreed on watching Halloween. we sat on the couch next to each other but on opposite ends. It was fun, we even had small conversations during the movie on what things that occurred during it. After it was over I needed to smoke so I went outside and finished the two remaining cigarettes off. I really needed to get that homeless man to get me some more. I walked inside and Gee was nowhere to be found. I decided to leave him alone and went to my room and got my guitar out to play. God I loved to play my guitar, I could forget the world for hours and today I did. When I finally finished and was putting her away I turned around to Gee standing by my door clapping.

“Wow Frankie, you’re amazing!” Gee said, eyes wide.

“Thanks Gee, you’re like the only person besides my mom that’s heard me play.” I said blushing.

“Dude you should play in band or something! You’re really that great!” Gee said looking really excited.

“Thanks Gee.” Gosh he was cute. His cute little nose and small teeth, he was perfect. I had a really good imagination.

Notes

Thanks for reading. Sorry it's so short I'll be able to post more tomorrow for you guys!