I sit on this guys lap as we fall off of the couch.
"By the way, my names Mikey. Yours is, mr. Hotstuff."
"Frank." For some reason, I want him to not only know my name. I want him to pry into my past, then hold me, and..... what I am I saying?
Without warning Mikey pushes so I'm laying on the floor. Straddling me, he leans down to kiss me again. For some reason I hold up my hands. This just seems wrong.
"What's wrong Frankie?" Mikey looks at me like he really cares.
Frankie. I like it.
"I just don't think it'd be right, having sex without knowing you. It's sounds stupid I know." Shut up Shut up Shut up. This is why no one likes you. Can't just go along with what's normal.
"Okay, well, I'm Michael Way. My older brothers name is Gerard, and he's due back any minute. I guess it's good we get to know eachother. He'd freak if he knew I was a prostitute. Gerard's very protective of me. I take music classes over at the local collage. I couldn't find a job, so this is how I pay for it. Yes, I'm only seventeen. I graduated early. Your turn."
Oh, geez. I didn't think he'd take me seriously.
"I'm uh, Frank. Frank Iero. If you ask my parents though, I'm just staying with them for a while. I'm gay, so they disowned me. I go to Battery High. I have no friends, only one sister. Her names Lindsay. She's fouteen. I protect her all I can. Uh, I'm also seventeen. I guess that's all."