i think he likes you, man

For the 12th time that evening I found myself wondering why the fuck I'm at a party. I've been at this school, this town, for less than a month. I had been stood awkwardly with a cup of god knows what in my hand, in the middle of a heated drunk discussion with one of my only friends that I had decided to follow round all evening. Only I wasn't drunk, and they were off their heads.
"frank- frank. Frank!" Ray slurred and laughed at himself.
my head was pounding and I generally felt ill watching my generation of 17 year olds pouring god knows what down their throats. There was times I though my smashing pumpkins tee would be completely annihilated with vomit. There was about 40 is people in the small apartment room, and I swear to god I was the only one not so drunk they couldn't remember their name.
I had moved to this state, NJ, in hope of finding a better future. This was not what I had in mind.
"oh fuck this..." I stepped over a few couples on the floor making out like tomorrow didn't exist, and straight to the vodka tap.
"hey frank!" A cheery voice shouted my way. It was Hayley, my other friend. She looked reasonably sober so I approached her and a few others in a circle.
"come play dares!" I couldn't really get out of this one. A boy with dark hair covering his eyes caught my eye in the dingy light. I couldn't really see his face but he was hot. I sat down, next to Hayley as the others laughed and gave me the who-the-fuck-are-you look. I was very used to that look by now.
I accidentally caught the beautiful stranger's eye. I bit my lip ring as the empty cheap beer bottle was spun in front of us.
the drowned out noise of drunk shouting continued behind us as the bottle landed on the aforementioned boy. He looked around at his friends and laughed. I genuinely couldn't tell if he was drunk or not and knowing me, I'm usually good at being able to tell. Either that or he was just incredibly good at faking it.
"uhh, oh oh I know. I dare you to make out with the new kid in the back room" a drunk slur erupted the circle in laughter and mostly an extra sip of the shit beer they were drinking.
judging by the fact everyone was staring at me, I guessed the 'new kid' was me.
"come on then..." The boy stood up and wobbled a bit, stepping over drunk people and more couples on the floor. Was this really happening?! I didn't care to be honest, having him in a room by myself was more than what I bargained for. He led me back to a small, dark room and opened the door.
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okay, that boy is hot. Everything about him is gorgeous. His jaw, his lips, his smile and the way he went bright red as soon as I started my way over the drunk people on the floor. I guided him back to the room, much to my surprise to see him following, and smiled to myself as soon as we were in the room. He was cute. He must have been about 5"4 and couldn't stop blushing.
"so uh, what's your name?" I attempted to talk before aggressively making out with him.
"frank...iero. Im new to like. This whole place." He stuttered a little bit. I thought I didn't recognise him. I slowly edged closer to him and could hear his rugged breathing. He was as sober as me. There's no denying we were both in exactly the same position. Friends forced us to be here, had to pretend to be wasted. I got it.
"are you drunk?" He sounded cautious.
"no. I'm not. You're not either, I can tell." I whispered back to him.
I wanted to chew his face off right here, right now and I could tell he did too by the look in his eyes I could only just make out through the light.
"I'm Gerard. Way. I know this is a bit forward but honestly, can I fucking make out with you now?" I had to say it at some point, there was no way I wasn't leaving with a satisfied sex drive and a new number in my phone.
"go for it" he growled before I pushed myself onto him, and locked our lips together, him holding my waist into his small physique. His hands ran up to my head, and he tugged on my hair which made me want to fuck him right there, right then. I deepened the kiss, accidentally seeming really rough- which I'm not- my friends know I'm the biggest dork on the face of the planet. The darkness gave me confidence.
"how would you feel" I tried to say, between kisses, "about-" frank cut me off.
"shut up and kiss me" he was holding the back of my neck into his face.
"okay shutting up now" I giggled. Trying to kiss someone and remain mysterious wasn't going to happen at all. We both burst out laughing and tried to kiss whist smiling. It didn't really work.
"you know, I feel like you're more than a stupid dare at a stupid party. I really like you." He stroked the side of my face and grinned up at me.
"you know? Me too." I pulled him in by the shoulders and held him close.
"aw shit..." Frank rolled his hazel eyes at the time on his phone.
"I have to leave. Im sorry. Hey, can I have your number?" He asked me, he seemed really annoyed. I was annoyed too, it was only midnight.
"yeah sure." I said to him as I put my number in his phone as he pinched the bridge of his nose. I pulled him in to hug him one last time, and kissed him lightly, but it was meaningful. I stared into his eyes. They were a beautiful shade of hazel brown and reminded me of my own.
"okay. I have to go. I'll call you?" He rushed out the door and I nodded to him. I slumped down on the floor and focused on my awful headache. I was supposed to be moving to LA the next day and id probably never even see him again. I lay on the floor and closed my eyes.
Oh, and he never called me.

Notes

yo kids. this is an idea I had at 3 am so if its utterly shit I'm sorry :') rate comment and subscribe ye