The Highways I Call Home

Frank texted Ray that he would be at least an hour late as he began his search for the perfect suit. Some were too small, some were too big, and some just gripped him in the most awkward places. It was impossible. Buisiness was slow, so eventually Gerard was given permission to "help customers", so he basically went straight towards where Frank was and helped him choose.

"Does this make my butt look big?" Frank asked, modeling one of the suits for Gerard. He struck a few fabulous poses, then strutted through the empty dressing room. "I think the other one was softer.."

"Let me check," Gerard said with a wink, walking over and trailing his hands over Frank's tightly clothed body. "Hmm.. the other one was softer, but this makes your ass look delicious," he said, squeezing it.

"I guess I'll get this one then, just for you," Frank said, laughing.

After changing back into his normal clothes, he bought the suit and raced home to change and grab a towel. It was almost two by the time he arrived at the beach. Ray was out on his surf board riding a killer wave. Once he saw Frank, he easily guided himself over and jumped off, running towards him through the water.

"Hey man! What took you so long?" he asked, wrapping Frank in a large, cold, wet hug.

"I got side tracked.." he replied, blushing slightly.

"Was it that guy from the coffee shop?" Ray asked, winking.

"Yeah," Frank answering, blushing deeper.

Ray laughed and pulled him along the beach. "Well, now that you're here, let's start!"

Frank looked at him quizically. "Start what?"

"I'm gonna teach you how to surf, little man!"

Frank's heart dropped and buried itself in a small tomb below the sand. "I can't.."

"Yes you can! It'll be fun, trust me!"

Ray found the extra board he had stored on the beach and handed it to me. Then, setting it on the sand, he began showing Frank how to get on and stand up. He felt like an idiot. He couldn't get the movements down even out of the water. After a while, Ray gave up on the intial instructions, and brought Frank out into the water with him.

"Now, do you see that wave?" he pointed to a small ripple approaching behind him. "You are going to get on the board and ride it. Okay? This is your first try, so you probably are going to fall off. But try it. Paddle, now!"

Frank, sprawled out awkwardly on the board, dug his hands into the water, propelling himself slightly along the water. Upon hearing Ray shout, "Stand up!", he positioned himself and brought one foot up, then the next, and five seconds later his foot slipped and he was splashing into the water.

He resurfaced, sputtering out a mixture of salt water and profanities, before swimming back to Ray.

"Hey, good job, man! Try again on this one," he said, with no other encouragement, just another wave to catch.

Frank crawled forward on the board again and positioned himself; he got two feet on the board when the wave caught, but he lost control and met the water again. A series of attempts and splashes occurred, and Frank was about done with the whole idea of surfing. It was like he was cursed or gravity just hated him, because he could never stay on the dang board. After a while, his arms were soar, his body was soggy, and he hadn't eaten all day. He needed a break.

"Hey Ray," he said after another glorious plummet into the ocean,"what do you say we go have dinner or something? I'm exhausted."

Ray looked at him with a sympathetic smile, then turned toward the water behind them where a huge wave was building up. "Alright, Frankie! I just have to catch this wave first!"

Frank paddled himself to the shore and sat down with the warm, white sand sticking to his wet suit. He watched as Ray easily slid up on the board in one solid motion, and rode the wave, doing a bunch of fancy-ass tricks. His muscles rippled with each movement and his hair was a beautiful, flowing fluff behind him. Frank was mesmerized.

Once Ray was done, he took his and Frank's boards and ran off to put them in storage, then came back and handed Frank his towel. They walked along the beach and then made their way to a small restaurant just off the beach. Frank ordered a veggie burger and Ray ordered a taco.

"Did you like surfing?" Ray asked, munching his taco.

"Hell no! I never even got one good ride. I suck at surfing!" Frank replied with a mouth full of vegetables. "Thanks for showing me, though."

"Hey, no problem! You were very entertaining to watch," he said, chuckling.

"Thanks," Frank replied, sticking his tongue out.

"Well it takes practice, though. We'll have to work on that," Ray said, winking. "I come out here almost every day. You can join me any time!"

Frank considered it, but he knew he had other priorities to take care of. His school hours matched with Gerard's work hours, lucky for him, so he knew he wouldn't be spending much time away from him. He definitely didn't mind the slightest, though.

"I'll come when I have the time," Frank said, and they continued to walk along the beach. It was already well past the time Gerard was off work, so Frank decided to part ways with Ray and went home to grab his phone and call Gerard.

"Where did you get that from?" his dad asked as soon as he walked into the house, confused as to why his antisocial, emo son was wearing anything other than his normal jeans and hoodie.

"I got it this morning because I went surfing," Frank replied, staring awkwardly at his feet.

His dad was astonished and literally dropped the papers he was holding.

"Well, I'm glad you're liking it here now, son! Just don't forget about us." he said, gesturing towards himself and Taylor.

""Course not, Dad. See ya later," I said. rushing up to my room. I grabbed my phone to see a few missed messages from Gerard offering to pick me up as soon as I got back from hanging out with Ray, I replied with a "yes! xo" before changing my clothes and waiting outside on the sidewalk until I saw his car driving up the road.

Notes

Frank surfing!! hehe xD Hope u guys liked itt

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