Frankie Baby

It took the rest of the week for Frank’s broken rib to partially heal. He was so fragile , so breakable , like glass. It was horrible to see him in pain , to watch his face scrunch up in agony when he moved. He scared me , our future together scared me. I didn’t want him to leave me , I wanted to experience all the 4 seasons together. I love him for christs sake , if Iost him , again. I pack everything and move to god damned California if he were there. For once Frank was actually asleep. He was beautiful , the moonlight hitting off his face radiantly , giving his milky skin a glowing affect. The hickies I gave him from earlier this night stained his skin in dark purple blotches. His prominet collarbones were littered with the purplish stains , along with the faded , yellowish ones. The open window let in a gust of cool air , the light curtains billowing out. The wind shifted his hair , blowing the dark strands from his face. I took a deep inhale from my cig before exhaling the smoke , the cherry burning a deep amber. The thick blanket was pushed down , exposing his back. His shoulder blades protruded slightly and the curve of his spine was precious. It was these times in the early hours of morning when I would stand back and just admire his sleeping body. He was beautiful , absolutely gorgeous. He was oblivious to the hungry looks either girls or boys gave him when we would go out. It seems as if he could have anyone he wanted , boys or girls. But i did not want to share Frank with anyone. He was only mine. Mine to hold. Mine to touch. Mine to kiss. He looked serene , his muscles relaxed. His smallish hands balled up into fists , clamping down on the blanket. I took another drag of my cigarette , wary of the burning ashes. Before dating Frank I never thought I would be this reliant to one person. I was so carefree , irresponsible. Getting absolutely trashed at parties and having meaningless hookups. Never in a million years would I have ever thought about settling down with one person. Frank’s shoulders twitched then he sighed and rolled over. The guys must hate me for leaving them. But i dont regret it , I don’t miss the hookup and I most defiently don’t miss the drunken nights. They were truely horrible. Every night of my highschool career there was some type of alcohol involved. It all felt the same , a numbness and blur. Not to mention the burn of the rancid liquid down my throat. I took another angry drag , pulling in the poisonous fumes , somehow relaxing my uneasy mood. I wasn’t going to deny the fact that I was trying to find love throughout those nights. I was fucking unstable and I needed someone to bring me down from that goddamn teenage cloud I was on. Sure , I got the sex but the emotion wasn’t there. There was no cuddling after sex , there were no long talks at ass o’clock in the morning. It felt good to share a bed with someone , feel their heat pressed into your chest. To have someone there for you through all emotions , no matter what. My favorite was just to study Frank’s face , just to gaze into his seemingly endless hazel orbs. Another cold gust of wind made the curtians flap around crazily. The sound of dead leaves moving filled the silent room with a comforting backsound. “Gerard?” Frank’s sleep endorsed voice cut me from my thoughts , bringing me back to reality. “Huh?” I responded stupidly , stubbing out my cigarette. Frank was sitting up , exposing the large bruise that decorate his side. He looked tired , his eyes droopy and his hair mussed up adorably. “Come back to be m’cold.” he said , falling backwards and pulling all the blankets ontop of him in a small heap. I chuckled groggily and flopped down on the springy matress , rolling over and enveloping Frank into my arms. We both laid huddled together under the thick blankets , relishing eachother’s warmth. “What were thinking about?” Frank asked quietly , turning over to face me. His eyelids hooded his eyes , his fingers found their way into my hair. I rubbed down his back , tracing his spine and shoulder blades , his skin like slik under my fingertips. I sighed , “Just everything.”
“Don’t worry about it , we still have time.” he sighed quietly , scratching my scalp. “I love you.” I said shakily , pulling us closer together. “I love you too.” he said , his voice muffled slightly. I smiled and closed my eyes when he planted a butterfly kiss to my neck. “Now go to bed.” he giggled , his breath hitting my neck in warm puffs. I chuckled along with his and listened to his breaths getting deeper , more even. I listened to him breathe for a while , then my own eyes lulled shut , my brain forgetting the uneasy feelings and just concentrating on Frank’s even breaths. We were the original teenage overs between the sheets.

Notes

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