Strictly Forbidden
I Couldn't Resist
Gerard’s POV
What the hell am I doing? I don’t know why I kissed him. Or why I liked it. He was looking at his shoes, being all adorable and dorky and stuff. I couldn’t resist it, okay? But, God, are his lips soft! At first I think he was shocked, but after a couple of seconds I feel him begin to kiss back. Rather passionately, too, might I add? Without thinking, my arms automatically snake around his waist, pushing his tiny frame as close as possible to me. His hands drift up to my hair, entwining his fingers in it. Embarrassingly, I make a little noise into his mouth when he does that. That boy sure knows how to turn someone on. If we’re being perfectly honest here, I want to stay like this forever and never have to pull away. Frankie smiles into the kiss, and so do I. We briefly break apart for a few seconds, our faces still close. I can feel his warm breath on my lips; his attractive hazel eyes and pale milky skin are even more stunning up close. Just like I thought. I see everything in incredible detail, noticing the smallest things like the indented scar just before his left eyebrow.
“Goodnight, Frankie.” I say, voice surprisingly husky.
“G-Goodnight,” he stutters back. Literally everything about this boy is completely innocent and totally adorable.
I spin around slowly and start on the walk back to my house. Luckily, it’s only a short distance from his; the next block over. My parents shouldn’t mind all that much that I was out, they probably assume that I was just over at a friend’s place, or that I had another detention. I mean, I’ve only gotten four so far but, yeah. I might just stop there.
Our front door has been left unlocked for me. I walk in, and instantly note that Mum is making lasagne. I practically inhale half the oxygen supply in the house on my way to the kitchen.
“Hi,” she greets me distractedly.
“Hi,’ I hug her, and stick my finger in the corner of the oven dish. She swats me away, tsking her tongue as I laugh.
“Where were you?” she asks.
“Out.” I say non-discrepantly.
“Well I can infer that much.” She sasses.
I laugh tensely, shocked to find a minute ball of nervousness in the pit of my stomach. I'm kind of worried that she’ll find out where I was. I'm sure she won’t think of it as a date, right? Just friends hanging out. How is she meant to infer it when even I don’t quite know what it was?
“I’m just gonna go do my homework, now.” She releases me and I tread quietly down the stairs to my room in the basement.
My room is actually painted grey, believe it or not, though you would never know due to all the band posters stuck over the walls. The Misfits, Smashing Pumpkins and Iron Maiden are just a few of them. A massive double bed sits in the middle with a velvety comforter on top. The desk is tucked away into a corner, underneath a window pane framed by flowing burgundy curtains. I wheel out the chair and flop into it.
Inside my leather messenger bag I must have about three quarters of the entire city’s library. Or, at least, that’s what it feels like. My desk is cluttered with pencils and paper, both for drawings and homework. With a tremendous sigh I start on my homework. By mid-way I just want to give up, however that would mean another detention which wouldn’t look too good on my school record or my at home one. In all, it takes me about an hour to complete my homework.
There is a soft but insistent knock at my door. I call out a ‘who is it?’ and Mikey pops his head around the door. His darkish brown fringe gets behind his glasses and he tries blows it away, annoyed. It just flops straight back down. “Dinner’s ready.” He says. I thank him and put all my homework into a clear file so I can’t lose it, then back into my bag.
***
Later that night, I lie in bed. For some reason I can’t seem to get comfortable. When I think I find a position that works, my pants are halfway up my legs or the sheets are tangled. I give up and lie on top of my bed. I close my eyes, thinking about how my day went. Frankie is probably the sweetest person I have ever met. If I was gay, I would definitely date him. Whoa. Where’d that come from? I literally just met him. And besides, I'm not gay. Why did I kiss him, then, if I'm not gay? And why am I so nervy around him? To be honest, I kind of know why. Nope. I try to force the thoughts out of my head. Time to go to sleep, Gerard. Lalalalalalalalala. Sleep. Just go to sleep. I need to kiss him again. Sleep. Sleep, Gerard.
But I can’t, so I lie awake. My mind is whirring a million miles a minutes, thinking of every single possibility. This is not actually happening. And if it is, it’s happening far too fast. Am I really falling for Frank?
I feel sorry for most girls; boys are confusing.
Knowing I’ll never fall asleep, I just turn on my phone.
What the hell am I doing? I don’t know why I kissed him. Or why I liked it. He was looking at his shoes, being all adorable and dorky and stuff. I couldn’t resist it, okay? But, God, are his lips soft! At first I think he was shocked, but after a couple of seconds I feel him begin to kiss back. Rather passionately, too, might I add? Without thinking, my arms automatically snake around his waist, pushing his tiny frame as close as possible to me. His hands drift up to my hair, entwining his fingers in it. Embarrassingly, I make a little noise into his mouth when he does that. That boy sure knows how to turn someone on. If we’re being perfectly honest here, I want to stay like this forever and never have to pull away. Frankie smiles into the kiss, and so do I. We briefly break apart for a few seconds, our faces still close. I can feel his warm breath on my lips; his attractive hazel eyes and pale milky skin are even more stunning up close. Just like I thought. I see everything in incredible detail, noticing the smallest things like the indented scar just before his left eyebrow.
“Goodnight, Frankie.” I say, voice surprisingly husky.
“G-Goodnight,” he stutters back. Literally everything about this boy is completely innocent and totally adorable.
I spin around slowly and start on the walk back to my house. Luckily, it’s only a short distance from his; the next block over. My parents shouldn’t mind all that much that I was out, they probably assume that I was just over at a friend’s place, or that I had another detention. I mean, I’ve only gotten four so far but, yeah. I might just stop there.
Our front door has been left unlocked for me. I walk in, and instantly note that Mum is making lasagne. I practically inhale half the oxygen supply in the house on my way to the kitchen.
“Hi,” she greets me distractedly.
“Hi,’ I hug her, and stick my finger in the corner of the oven dish. She swats me away, tsking her tongue as I laugh.
“Where were you?” she asks.
“Out.” I say non-discrepantly.
“Well I can infer that much.” She sasses.
I laugh tensely, shocked to find a minute ball of nervousness in the pit of my stomach. I'm kind of worried that she’ll find out where I was. I'm sure she won’t think of it as a date, right? Just friends hanging out. How is she meant to infer it when even I don’t quite know what it was?
“I’m just gonna go do my homework, now.” She releases me and I tread quietly down the stairs to my room in the basement.
My room is actually painted grey, believe it or not, though you would never know due to all the band posters stuck over the walls. The Misfits, Smashing Pumpkins and Iron Maiden are just a few of them. A massive double bed sits in the middle with a velvety comforter on top. The desk is tucked away into a corner, underneath a window pane framed by flowing burgundy curtains. I wheel out the chair and flop into it.
Inside my leather messenger bag I must have about three quarters of the entire city’s library. Or, at least, that’s what it feels like. My desk is cluttered with pencils and paper, both for drawings and homework. With a tremendous sigh I start on my homework. By mid-way I just want to give up, however that would mean another detention which wouldn’t look too good on my school record or my at home one. In all, it takes me about an hour to complete my homework.
There is a soft but insistent knock at my door. I call out a ‘who is it?’ and Mikey pops his head around the door. His darkish brown fringe gets behind his glasses and he tries blows it away, annoyed. It just flops straight back down. “Dinner’s ready.” He says. I thank him and put all my homework into a clear file so I can’t lose it, then back into my bag.
***
Later that night, I lie in bed. For some reason I can’t seem to get comfortable. When I think I find a position that works, my pants are halfway up my legs or the sheets are tangled. I give up and lie on top of my bed. I close my eyes, thinking about how my day went. Frankie is probably the sweetest person I have ever met. If I was gay, I would definitely date him. Whoa. Where’d that come from? I literally just met him. And besides, I'm not gay. Why did I kiss him, then, if I'm not gay? And why am I so nervy around him? To be honest, I kind of know why. Nope. I try to force the thoughts out of my head. Time to go to sleep, Gerard. Lalalalalalalalala. Sleep. Just go to sleep. I need to kiss him again. Sleep. Sleep, Gerard.
But I can’t, so I lie awake. My mind is whirring a million miles a minutes, thinking of every single possibility. This is not actually happening. And if it is, it’s happening far too fast. Am I really falling for Frank?
I feel sorry for most girls; boys are confusing.
Knowing I’ll never fall asleep, I just turn on my phone.
Notes
Sorry for not updating yesterday! We have exams in about three weeks so I will be studying quite a bit. This means I will probably update every two or three days, but I will try as hard as I can to fit in one daily. Thank you for reading!
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Thank you! I'm really sorry it took so long, I use google to sign in and I was locked out of my google account and now the google connect or whatever is used to login to this site is outdated and yeah :// I'm just glad I could finish it and get back into my account!
6/8/15