You Can Run Away With Me Anytime You Want.

You Can Run Away With Me Anytime You Want.

Chapter 7

"Bye Frank." I spoke quietly from the doorway, kissing his cheek before watching as he walked down the front path and further away from my house. Quietly I turned and shut the front door before walking into the living room and sagging down onto the sofa next to Mikey.

"He looked young." Mikey commented whilst the adverts for one of his many programmes was still on.

"He's a couple of years younger then me but nothing drastic." I muttered, standing up and going into the kitchen to avoid any further questions. Just as I flicked the switch for the kettle, my phone which I had left in the kitchen cupboard (strictly following Mikey's rules for once) began to vibrate. Curiously I pulled the sleek, black metal device from the safety of the cupboard and watched as it flashed - alerting me I had one new message. Quickly I unlocked the device and opened the message to see it was from Frank.

"This afternoon was beautiful Gerard ... I love you, Frank xxxxx"

Smiling I placed the device in the safety of my pocket and carried on waiting for the kettle to boil.

"So apparently I have to do art with you all for this afternoon," I began to explain to my class, their eyes already beginning to glaze over with boredom (well all apart from Frank who hadn't been able to take his eyes off me since the two days we'd been back at school), "I thought we could do something more interactive rather than just sketching so I brought along the art supplies I've stolen from that cupboard down the hall-" I paused momentarily for even a mere chuckle but was given nothing so hastily carried on speaking - "I thought we could do some abstract art and get you all out of this horrible zombie state." a small handful of girls looked up in horror at the fact that I had mentioned zombies in a so called art lesson. "Well, Indy and ... Patrick was it? Can you two hand everyone a pallet, brush and piece of paper whilst I get set up?" Before the two could answer I turned and sat down on the over sized chair lurking behind my desk and switched my laptop on; bringing up the basic lesson plan I had quickly sketched out and typed up the previous lunch time. The lesson went rather smoothly, of course paint had been flicked at other students numerous times throughout the lessons but, frankly, it was only to be expected from an age group that didn't deal with the more artistic side of life on a daily basis. Thankfully most of the students seemed to enjoy or at least felt less boredom during my art lesson which was a good sign that maybe this job was going to be okay like Mikey had said ... but then I saw Frank. Of course this job wasn't going to be okay ... not with him and what I'd done with him lurking around every corner of my life and pressing the weight of the world down against my (unstable at the best of times) shoulders. "Frank?" I spoke fairly loudly so the teenager would hear me as he walked out the door on his way to his locker to collect his jacket.

"Yes sir?" He paused, walking away from the door and towards my desk by which time the classroom was now empty aside from myself and him.

"I was wondering," I paused, walking over to the door and shutting it; twisting the key I had been given to lock it in the keyhole, "are you going to tell anyone?" As I walked past the rancid yellow blinds I twisted the small chain of beads causing them to turn and block out the outside world making it seem as though myself and Frank were truly alone within the building.

"Why would I do that?" He whispered, a look of confusion slowly spreading across his delicate features.

"Well, I'm not sure I mean I'm only supposed to be guiding you. Preferably onto the path of a better life but instead I'm screwing with your head and making you think with your pants instead of your brain." I spoke calmly, walking back over to him to lean against my desk.

"Gerard, I know what I want. You're not screwing with my head." He spoke in a matter-of-fact voice and moved closer next to me, so close I could feel his cool breath on the bare flesh of my neck as he spoke.

"Do you really though?" There was a strong note of seriousness in my voice. Before I could say anything else though, Frank leaned over and placed his soft, cool lips upon my own, allowing his tongue to explore the inside of my mouth.

"Yes Gerard, I know what I want. I want you." He whispered, smiling. I grinned back at him and grabbed my satchel and pile of books before unlocking the classroom door and shoving him out and further towards the far side of the car park. Without any hesitation Frank opened the passenger door and sat down on the comfortable, dark coloured material of the seats whilst I shoved my belongings onto the backseat of the car.

"You better duck when we go by the school kids." I mumbled as I shoved the key into the ignition.

"Or what?" He asked, grinning before giving me a quick wink.

"Or else I'm not letting you think with your pants instead of your brain tonight, that's what." I grinned as his bottom lip stuck out. "Aww there there Frankie, if you're good and duck I'll let you!" I ruffled his hair playfully before placing my hand on his seat and looking backwards; making sure it was safe to reverse my car out of the car park. "Now, don't forget to duck Frankie!" I smiled, stroking the inside of Franks leg gently as he rolled his eyes, sighed and finally ducked out of sight of any passersby. "That's a good Frankie." I laughed, leaning over and kissing the top of his head whilst there was still no one around to see us together.

/ I was sat at home on my own drinking coffee writing this chapter on my birthday last week ... this shows just how much fun my life is xD /