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Splashes
Gerard’s POV
Frankie smiles nervously. His perfect, rosy lips are upturned slightly at the corners. A light colour sneaks across his milky skin, showing how anxious he is. This boy is going to be the end of me, I swear. He’s got one of those rarely found, completely pure smiles that could melt butter, or make an innocent rose feel unclean on his face. His clear skin is practically luminous, and as cheesy as it is, I could get lost in his vivid hazel eyes forever.
He move his head in a tiny nod towards me, which makes me feel like my heart is going to positively explode. I slink an arm around his waist, pull him close to me and rest my chin on the top of his head, feeling the texture of his silky raven hair tickling my neck. He giggles at this, nuzzling his nose into the crook of my neck. Of course, his giggle made me laugh, and soon we are both crying of laughter, clinging onto one another in a desperate attempt to stay upright.
“Okay,” I say, still chuckling a little. I wipe laughter tears off of Frankie’s joyful face.
“That’s the first time I’ve laughed like that in ages.” Frank admits, and then smiles at me gratefully. He wraps his arms around me again, squeezing me tight.
“Alright, get your shoes on and we’ll go,” I say gently. I kiss his forehead, and then untangle myself from his grasp.
I reach over to where my shoes are lined up against the wall and out of the way. I pull each converse on with little difficulty, since I wear them close to every day they are well moulded.
Frankie laces up his shoes and then shrugs on a jacket even though the sun is shining. I grab mine too in case the weather turns. I really hope it doesn’t. That would completely spoil my plans for our date.
I pull my phone from the pocket of my school bag to check the time. I click it on. I have multiple new texts, each one showing an abusive preview of the message. I immediately feel sick. I quickly thrust it back into my bag and zip up the pocket, breathing slowly in and out through my nose. This is something to deal with tomorrow. I look through the window; judging by the sun’s low position it is about four o’clock already. I wonder what time we woke up! The sun will be setting soon, which should create a perfect, romantic setting. Listen to me, getting all fucking sappy and ridiculous.
I ask whether we should let his mum know that we are leaving, but he tells me she has already left. Frank locks the door, breaking our contact momentarily, and then re-joins me at my side. He takes my hand again, which makes me feel all fuzzy. We start to wander down the pavement. Frank’s guesses as to where we are going are similar to that of an excited child’s. I indulge him in the act, purely humouring him.
“Are we going to…” he pauses to think, “the park?”
“Close,”
“Um…are we going to feed ducks?” his eyes light up at the thought of ducks. I will have to remember to take him duck feeding someday.
“Close,” I sing-song. He groans, giving up on our game. Almost every guess I told him he was close just to throw him off.
Frankie leans against me, my shoulder supporting him.
“Carry me?” he whines, letting his feet slap heavily against the pavement to emphasise his point. I can see the bus shelter right ahead, but I pick him up anyways. I scoop him up bridal style, surprised at his light weight. Frankie giggles and wraps his arms around my neck. He kisses my cheek chastely and blushes.
I lower us onto the bench at the bus shelter and position Frankie so he is sitting on my lap. He leans back against me, smiling contentedly. Our legs tangle together as we wait. Frankie begins to swing his in anticipation, an annoying habit both of us have. I spot the bus chugging up the road in the distance. Though I would never say it I am glad for the excuse because due to the bench's position I poke Frankie in the ribs and he yelps and jumps up from my lap. I chuckle.
“Look, the bus is coming!” he throws me a dirty scowl and shows me how pretty his middle finger is. I crinkle my nose at him, a grin stretching across my lips.
We board the bus and sit near the front. I let Frankie have the window seat so he can dog spot. I sit next to him, rubbing little circles all over his thigh. He looks keenly out the glass pane searching for anyone out for a walk with their puppy.
By the time we’re at our stop, we’d spotted a total of three dogs, two of which Frank snapped a
photo of with my phone. I press a red button, which makes a ding noise and alerts the bus driver to stop. The driver pulls slowly over to the side of the road at the stop, and we thank him and descend. Once out of the bus, Frank forces me to pinkie promise him that I’ll send them the photos him, which makes me laugh. He is completely serious about it too; in fact he doesn’t let me move from the sidewalk until I send them. Just to be sure I do it with him watching.
“There you go,” I chuckle. He thanks me sheepishly, quickly realising how pushy he was being. Pushy, but endearing all the same.
“I really like dogs.” He states.
I reach out and cup his face in my hands, pressing in with my thumbs slightly.
“You’re so adorable honey!” at this he blushes again. I let go of his face. “Frankie?” I question. He swallows and then lets himself relax.
“Yeah Gee?”
“Is this your first proper date?” He briefly looks ashamed, and then nods slowly. I smile at him. “Mine too,” I stage whisper. His eyes go wide, and he shakes his head.
“B-but, I’ve seen you with all those girls and s-stuff?” I chuckle lightly. Frankie furrows his brows and cocks his head to the side.
“Yes, but they weren’t proper crushes, you know? Just people I was having fun with, I guess.” I watch as Frankie’s thought process develops. Then he shrinks down into himself, eyes downcast. Fuck, did I say something wrong?
“I-is that w-what I am, then? Something to play around with?” he queries quietly, dejectedly. His voice shakes marginally.
“No! No, no, no, no, no! Frankie you’re so much more than just a stupid fling or something! You mean so much more than that to me!” I exclaim. I pull him into a hug, squeezing him hard and rocking from side to side. As stupid as it is, I feel my throat begin to close up uncomfortably and tears are pricking the backs of my eyes.
“G-Gee, I c-can’t breathe,” he chokes out. Oh my god! I quickly release him from my iron grip and apologise. God fucking dammit, I can’t do anything right today!
Frank takes my hands which I had been subconsciously running through my hair. He laces his fingers in between mine, smiling up at me innocently. I give him my best apologetic look, and breathe slowly to calm myself. Frank realises our surroundings, and his face takes on an expression of childish ecstasy.
“Oh my gosh, we’re at the beach!” he squeals, pulling me towards the sand. I guess we’re alright, then.
He folds his legs, sitting in the sand, and works at taking off his shoes. He finally gets his feet free and yanks on the socks from the ends. They get shoved inside his sneakers, and he sprints towards the shoreline. I stand by the shoes, grinning to myself. Then I copy him and dump my bag and footwear onto the sand. The golden grains fly from behind me as I dash to join my Frankie.
He’s waiting for me to join him where the water meets the sand. We take each other’s hands and wade out to ankle depth. The cold of the water shocks me. Even though it’s a really nice day and the sun is out and shining, it’s the middle of autumn so really the cool shouldn't surprise us. A salt infused breathe of air breezes over us, chilling any exposed skin.
Frankie draws in a sharp breath and shuts his eyes tight. I bend down to roll our pants up so we can walk deeper into the water. Since we made the mistake of wearing skinny jeans, I can only pull them up to mid-calf height. The water laps at our legs in a relaxed, repetitive pattern. It is clear, so I can see Frank’s and my legs through the water. I laugh out loud.
“Look how pale we seem!” I exclaim. Frankie’s eyes shoot open and he glances down. He wiggles his toes.
“Oh my gosh!” he giggles. He continues marvelling at how white we are, a faint smile on his lips. I dip my fingers into the water and drag them through it. He copies me, doing the same. I look away from the glare of the ocean, and instead admire the reflection of the sunset in the clouds. They are a magnificent swirling of oranges, pinks and reds, wispily decorating the horizon. I am overtaken with a desire to paint this all, the entire picture. The trees on the edge of the sand and the pathway partially frame my view; birds swoop in and out of the scene. I look back down to Frankie, and I am immediately splashed in the face with cold, salty water. I make a strangled noise of confusion, and then burst out laughing. I rub my stinging eyes, trying to clear the water from my face.
“It is on!” I declare once I can see properly.
Frankie smiles nervously. His perfect, rosy lips are upturned slightly at the corners. A light colour sneaks across his milky skin, showing how anxious he is. This boy is going to be the end of me, I swear. He’s got one of those rarely found, completely pure smiles that could melt butter, or make an innocent rose feel unclean on his face. His clear skin is practically luminous, and as cheesy as it is, I could get lost in his vivid hazel eyes forever.
He move his head in a tiny nod towards me, which makes me feel like my heart is going to positively explode. I slink an arm around his waist, pull him close to me and rest my chin on the top of his head, feeling the texture of his silky raven hair tickling my neck. He giggles at this, nuzzling his nose into the crook of my neck. Of course, his giggle made me laugh, and soon we are both crying of laughter, clinging onto one another in a desperate attempt to stay upright.
“Okay,” I say, still chuckling a little. I wipe laughter tears off of Frankie’s joyful face.
“That’s the first time I’ve laughed like that in ages.” Frank admits, and then smiles at me gratefully. He wraps his arms around me again, squeezing me tight.
“Alright, get your shoes on and we’ll go,” I say gently. I kiss his forehead, and then untangle myself from his grasp.
I reach over to where my shoes are lined up against the wall and out of the way. I pull each converse on with little difficulty, since I wear them close to every day they are well moulded.
Frankie laces up his shoes and then shrugs on a jacket even though the sun is shining. I grab mine too in case the weather turns. I really hope it doesn’t. That would completely spoil my plans for our date.
I pull my phone from the pocket of my school bag to check the time. I click it on. I have multiple new texts, each one showing an abusive preview of the message. I immediately feel sick. I quickly thrust it back into my bag and zip up the pocket, breathing slowly in and out through my nose. This is something to deal with tomorrow. I look through the window; judging by the sun’s low position it is about four o’clock already. I wonder what time we woke up! The sun will be setting soon, which should create a perfect, romantic setting. Listen to me, getting all fucking sappy and ridiculous.
I ask whether we should let his mum know that we are leaving, but he tells me she has already left. Frank locks the door, breaking our contact momentarily, and then re-joins me at my side. He takes my hand again, which makes me feel all fuzzy. We start to wander down the pavement. Frank’s guesses as to where we are going are similar to that of an excited child’s. I indulge him in the act, purely humouring him.
“Are we going to…” he pauses to think, “the park?”
“Close,”
“Um…are we going to feed ducks?” his eyes light up at the thought of ducks. I will have to remember to take him duck feeding someday.
“Close,” I sing-song. He groans, giving up on our game. Almost every guess I told him he was close just to throw him off.
Frankie leans against me, my shoulder supporting him.
“Carry me?” he whines, letting his feet slap heavily against the pavement to emphasise his point. I can see the bus shelter right ahead, but I pick him up anyways. I scoop him up bridal style, surprised at his light weight. Frankie giggles and wraps his arms around my neck. He kisses my cheek chastely and blushes.
I lower us onto the bench at the bus shelter and position Frankie so he is sitting on my lap. He leans back against me, smiling contentedly. Our legs tangle together as we wait. Frankie begins to swing his in anticipation, an annoying habit both of us have. I spot the bus chugging up the road in the distance. Though I would never say it I am glad for the excuse because due to the bench's position I poke Frankie in the ribs and he yelps and jumps up from my lap. I chuckle.
“Look, the bus is coming!” he throws me a dirty scowl and shows me how pretty his middle finger is. I crinkle my nose at him, a grin stretching across my lips.
We board the bus and sit near the front. I let Frankie have the window seat so he can dog spot. I sit next to him, rubbing little circles all over his thigh. He looks keenly out the glass pane searching for anyone out for a walk with their puppy.
By the time we’re at our stop, we’d spotted a total of three dogs, two of which Frank snapped a
photo of with my phone. I press a red button, which makes a ding noise and alerts the bus driver to stop. The driver pulls slowly over to the side of the road at the stop, and we thank him and descend. Once out of the bus, Frank forces me to pinkie promise him that I’ll send them the photos him, which makes me laugh. He is completely serious about it too; in fact he doesn’t let me move from the sidewalk until I send them. Just to be sure I do it with him watching.
“There you go,” I chuckle. He thanks me sheepishly, quickly realising how pushy he was being. Pushy, but endearing all the same.
“I really like dogs.” He states.
I reach out and cup his face in my hands, pressing in with my thumbs slightly.
“You’re so adorable honey!” at this he blushes again. I let go of his face. “Frankie?” I question. He swallows and then lets himself relax.
“Yeah Gee?”
“Is this your first proper date?” He briefly looks ashamed, and then nods slowly. I smile at him. “Mine too,” I stage whisper. His eyes go wide, and he shakes his head.
“B-but, I’ve seen you with all those girls and s-stuff?” I chuckle lightly. Frankie furrows his brows and cocks his head to the side.
“Yes, but they weren’t proper crushes, you know? Just people I was having fun with, I guess.” I watch as Frankie’s thought process develops. Then he shrinks down into himself, eyes downcast. Fuck, did I say something wrong?
“I-is that w-what I am, then? Something to play around with?” he queries quietly, dejectedly. His voice shakes marginally.
“No! No, no, no, no, no! Frankie you’re so much more than just a stupid fling or something! You mean so much more than that to me!” I exclaim. I pull him into a hug, squeezing him hard and rocking from side to side. As stupid as it is, I feel my throat begin to close up uncomfortably and tears are pricking the backs of my eyes.
“G-Gee, I c-can’t breathe,” he chokes out. Oh my god! I quickly release him from my iron grip and apologise. God fucking dammit, I can’t do anything right today!
Frank takes my hands which I had been subconsciously running through my hair. He laces his fingers in between mine, smiling up at me innocently. I give him my best apologetic look, and breathe slowly to calm myself. Frank realises our surroundings, and his face takes on an expression of childish ecstasy.
“Oh my gosh, we’re at the beach!” he squeals, pulling me towards the sand. I guess we’re alright, then.
He folds his legs, sitting in the sand, and works at taking off his shoes. He finally gets his feet free and yanks on the socks from the ends. They get shoved inside his sneakers, and he sprints towards the shoreline. I stand by the shoes, grinning to myself. Then I copy him and dump my bag and footwear onto the sand. The golden grains fly from behind me as I dash to join my Frankie.
He’s waiting for me to join him where the water meets the sand. We take each other’s hands and wade out to ankle depth. The cold of the water shocks me. Even though it’s a really nice day and the sun is out and shining, it’s the middle of autumn so really the cool shouldn't surprise us. A salt infused breathe of air breezes over us, chilling any exposed skin.
Frankie draws in a sharp breath and shuts his eyes tight. I bend down to roll our pants up so we can walk deeper into the water. Since we made the mistake of wearing skinny jeans, I can only pull them up to mid-calf height. The water laps at our legs in a relaxed, repetitive pattern. It is clear, so I can see Frank’s and my legs through the water. I laugh out loud.
“Look how pale we seem!” I exclaim. Frankie’s eyes shoot open and he glances down. He wiggles his toes.
“Oh my gosh!” he giggles. He continues marvelling at how white we are, a faint smile on his lips. I dip my fingers into the water and drag them through it. He copies me, doing the same. I look away from the glare of the ocean, and instead admire the reflection of the sunset in the clouds. They are a magnificent swirling of oranges, pinks and reds, wispily decorating the horizon. I am overtaken with a desire to paint this all, the entire picture. The trees on the edge of the sand and the pathway partially frame my view; birds swoop in and out of the scene. I look back down to Frankie, and I am immediately splashed in the face with cold, salty water. I make a strangled noise of confusion, and then burst out laughing. I rub my stinging eyes, trying to clear the water from my face.
“It is on!” I declare once I can see properly.
Notes
Shout out to good old Google Chrome for insisting that my UK spellings are wrong...
Thank you for commenting, even if I don't reply I do read them and I probably hugged my computer :3
Also I while I was editing this I went to a new tab and accidentally closed out of this one *face palm* so sorry for any mistakes.
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