You know what? Fuck it. Fuck it, it was apparent I wasn't going to ever let myself stop liking him, since I actually had still liked him even when he was in L.A. I wouldn't have even known, maybe when he got there he became a murderer. I just didn't know and I still liked him which make literally no sense.
Oh, and he's now less than meters away from me and has me exactly where he wanted me- emotional and not murderous.
So, I did it. I kissed him. I think it may have taken him by surprise as much as it surprised me that he actually kissed me back? Well that's not shit.
We were kind of glued to each other for a minute, until I heard someone behind Gerard.
"uuh, hey..." Hayley started giggling. But not as much as the two other boys I had seen before behind her.
"shut up you douchebags!" Hayley spun around and silenced them, quite effectively. she was good at that.
"nice to see you too..." Gerard rolled his eyes at them.
One of them had brown flippy hair. He looked like he just rolled out of 2005 and got attacked with eyeliner and hair straighteners. The other was taller, and had brown hair and eyes.
"oh yeah, this is frank..." Gerard mumbled, looking down at his feet.
"hey, I'm Brendon, this is Pete"
The taller one was still watching Gerard as I half smiled back at them.
"uhh, we were wondering if you guys wanted to hang out this weekend?" Hayley suggested and Gerard was first to answer. As per fucking usual.
"yeah sure. Are you going to..?" Gerard looked at me with a hopeful look in his eye and I didn't want to disappoint him. Fuck it.
"yeah sure" I shrugged. I didn't have anywhere else to be.
"cool, see you later" Hayley walked off and Brendon and Pete followed.
Brendon wiggled his eyebrows at me as he went past and the inner murderer was struggling to be suppressed again...
"frank." Gerard grabbed my wrist and pulled me down a back alleyway thing I had never noticed before.
"come with me..." There was something ridiculously hot in his voice and I couldn't tell what it was. He was just...hot. So hot. He still had hold of my hand and was still dragging me down the alleyway until we got to a small row of pretty houses.
"what are we-" he pulled me into the porch of one of the houses and looked me in the eye.
"we have 20 minutes until my parents get home."
Hearing that was like fucking Christmas.
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I pulled him underneath the white porch of my house and was already making up excuses of why he could be here, in case my parents actually were home. I unlocked the door and after shouting up the stairs to see if anyone was home, it was apparent there was no one there. Thank god.
I picked him up bridal style, much to his disapproval, and carried him down the stairs.
"what the fuck are you doing you tit, I know im small bu-" frank repeatedly hit my arm.
"shut the fuck up" I smiled at him sarcastically.
We got to the basement, which is where I pretty much lived. There was a tv, fridge and everything, plus my room was down here too. And the door had a lock.
I put him down, and kissed him like I'd never seen that boy before. I grabbed the collar of his shirt and put my other arm around his back as I pushed us both back onto the couch. He started giggling, which was amusing. I'd never really seen frank happy. I ended up straddling him and we were making out like we were completely drunk. My lips went to his neck, and I could hear him supress a small moan as I left my mark on him. His hips pushed up into me and I let out a moan, probably louder than I should have, when I saw, in the corner of the room, a pair of terrified eyes watching our every move. No, we don't keep children in our basement. My brother had come home early.

Notes

I smell a harry potter marathon today
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