Please Stay, Baby.

The next morning, I wake up late and I have 10 minutes til my first class. I snuggle closer to Frank and squeeze his waist and breathe in his scent. He smelled like stale cigarettes and his vanilla coconut body wash. I fall in love with the smell immediately. "Wake up, my love. It's morning and we have to get to our classes," I whisper in his ear. He wriggles around and stretches and turns to face me, leaving a trail of kisses down my neck and my chest. After a few more delicate kisses, he climbs on top of me and I grab his hips. "How much time do we have?" he asks me. I roll my eyes at him. "Not much. Get dressed or you're going to be late." He sighs and climbs off, going to the bathroom to brush his teeth. I get up and throw on a comfy navy sweater and some jeans, and my beloved converse. After finally deciding I didn't have enough time to wash my hair in the sink, I pour me and Frank french vanilla cappuccino into some foam cups and press lids on top of them. Once he comes out of the bathroom, dressed lazily in some sweatpants and a school logo tee, he grabs the coffee out of my hand and kisses my cheek. "Thanks, baby doll."He genuinely smiles and places another kiss on my forehead. He races over to his shoes and yanks them on, and grabs his books for his first class. "Laters, baby," he tells me as he walks out the door. I sip my coffee and let the warm liquid heat my body, as it was chilly in the room this morning. I grab my art pencils and sketch book and head towards my first class.
I walk into the art room and sit next to Billie Joe. He smiles a cute smile when I offer him coffee, and he takes a generous sip from the cup. "Thanks dude, I'm awfully tired from thinking up song lyrics last night," he hands the cup back. "No problem. Mind if I read them? Your lyrics, I mean." He shakes his head and pushes a decorated notebook in front of me. The front in big letters read 'Green Day' and under that in smaller print read 'lyrics written by Billie Joe Armstrong'. I flip through the pages and I'm astonished at how many songs he's written. I stop at the newly written page and read the lyrics. The song's name was Good Riddance. He wrote:
Another turning point, a fork stuck in the road
Time grabs you by the wrist, directs you where to go
So make the best of this test and don't ask why
It's not a question but a lesson learned in time
Its something unpredictable, but in the end its right
I hope you have the time of your life.
I stare at the pages and gaze up at him, impressed that he could write something so meaningful. "These are.. There are really good, Billie." I smile at him and he smiles back. The teacher comes in as the bell rings, and we start class.
When we walk out of class, Billie catches up to me and asks me if I would like to hang out sometime. I accept, and we decide on going to see the new horror movie that came out yesterday. "So, I'll see you tonight then," he says. "Yeah, see you tonight!"
I walk back to my dorm and open up to find the room empty. I lay down on my bed and plan to sleep until my next class in a few hours. I'm just about to drift off to sleep, when the door swings open, and I hear two people laughing. I look over and see Frank and some guy laughing. I think his name is Kenton, I have calculus with him in sixth period. They both stop laughing when they see me lying on the bed. "Oh hey, Gee. How's my little baby boy doing?" Frank smiles at me. He looks high. "What the fuck are you doing, Frank?" Kenton stares at me and swallows. "Just having a little fun, that's all baby. Wanna join us?" he grins goofily. I sit up in my bed and walk towards Frank. I get a good look at Kenton, who is really good-looking. He has dark brown hair that was wavy and it looked soft to the touch. His eyes were dark drown, almost black. He was tall and skinny, and he wore a jacket over a Metallica tee, with khaki colored skinny jeans. Even if I stood on my toes, I wouldn't be his height. "No, I don't want to join you. Did you even go to first period?" I interrogate him. He slips over to me and kissed my nose and cheek and jaw. "Come on, Gerard, loosen up," he giggles girlishly. That had to be the most adorable laugh I've ever heard. I had to let him know that it wasn't okay to walk in with some guy, obviously high off his ass, and skip classes during the first week of school. I look at the clock and see that we have about 20 minutes until fourth period, sighing. "Get in bed and go to sleep. Please leave, Kenton. He needs rest." Kenton makes eye contact with me and replies with, "Yes ma'am," and runs his fingera through his floppy hair. He walks out the door, shutting it behind him. "Oh, you're such a killjoy!" he yelled at me, crossing his arms and almost losing his balance. "Frank, this is not okay. You cant just do this, especially without warning ne first. I dont care if you get high, that's you're choice. But you can't miss school in the first week and walk in our room acting crazy," I try to scold him but he gets sad and saunters towards me. "But baaabbbyyy, don't be mad at me," he whimpers and he wraps his thin arms around my hips. "I'm not mad, just don't do it anymore. Okay?" "Okay, my love."

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