Love Should Always Be Blind

My birthday. It landed on a Thursday this year. So Frank and I couldn't really do anything on such an awkward day of the week. Plus I had therapy on Thursday's now, once Ray left for the day. Mom came home early from work to drive me there, since my...incident. I hated it...but anyways. Frank promised we'd celebrate on Friday, the day after, but he still wanted to make the actual birth day special. I told him over and over that he didn't have to but he insisted. But I guess that's Frank. Stubborn. Just like me.

Waking up the morning of my birthday, I felt soft sweet kisses being planted across my face like seeds by their farmer. Ready to treat and care for enough to grow. Fluttering my eyelids open, I hummed in recognition to the warm breath ghosting over my skin.

“Good morning my beautiful birthday boy.” Frank whispered, his breath hovering over my face, before ducking down and offering me a kiss. I pressed back into his chapped lips, molding his mouth to mine. The kiss didn't last long, just enough to convey our love.

“Thanks Frankie.” I murmured, resting a hand on his cheek. I could feel his cheek tug slightly, indicating that he was smiling softly.

“I have a gift to give you.” He offered, his voice calm and quiet.

“Yeah?” I asked, feeling a smile of my own etch onto my lips.

“Yeah.” Frank confirmed, moving away for a moment. While he was gone, I sat up in bed hugging the blankets to my body. I was actually clothed though, because Frank and I didn't have sex the night before. Instead we merely cuddled watching The Crow until we fell asleep in each others arms. Honestly I preferred that more. Before my thoughts could wonder, however, I felt Franks weight dip back into the bed beside me.

“Here, Gee.” He said, grabbing my hand and placing a cold chain in it. Clasping my hand around the cold metal, I felt along the links. At the end was a heart shaped locket. “Here let me open it.” Frank breathed, taking the locket from me. I could hear a faint click and Frank gave it back. Touching it and rolling it over in my palm, I brought it between my thumb and forefinger. It was indeed opened; feeling around on the inside of the locket I felt the familiar touch of braille. Brushing the pad of my fingertip over it I could read ⠠⠋⠗⠁⠝⠅ on the left half of the opened heart, which was Frank and ⠠⠛⠻⠜⠙ which was Gerard, on the right. Feeling tears well up in my eyes, I looked up hoping my eyes were on Frank.

“Frankie.” I breathed, my voice choked, “I love it. Thank you.”

“I'm glad.” He grinned a warmth in his voice. “Here let me put it on for you.” He offered, moving behind me. I could feel his warm calloused fingers working with the clasp on the nap of my neck. After a moment of fumbling I heard a soft click. Frank patted my neck, then moved back around. Without a word he pulled me into a hug, then kissed the crown of my head. Snuggling my face into Franks chest I inhaled the sweet smell of him.

“I love you. So much.” I smiled.

“I love you too baby.” Frank murmured his breath moving my hair. Moving out of our embrace, Frank took my hand and lead us downstairs into the kitchen. The strong smell of cooking filled my nose, making my mouth water.

“Good morning my baby boy! Happy birthday!” Mom exclaimed once we'd entered, wrapping me up into a tight hug.

“Thanks Mom.” I laughed, hugging her back.

“I've made eggs, hash browns, and toast. All your favorites.” Mom explained moving away from me. Sitting down at the table, Mom set a plate of food before me. We all ate breakfast together before everyone had to move along for the day. Then Ray come over and we had lessons like usual. He did give me a birthday present though; a Ramones Vinyl which I was super stoked about. Then I had to go to therapy though, but all in all the day was nice; I had a good birthday. Mom had pancakes for dinner which is always exciting. David was even home for dinner. Although I felt bad because he wasn't even home for Frank's birthday dinner. Besides that, though after dinner we had cake; lemon with vanilla frosting. The same every year. Everyone sang me happy birthday while I blushed from the embarrassment of having all the attention on me. I blew on my candles with a wish in my breath; for Frank not to move to Ohio. I knew it was a fruitless wish but I couldn't help but make it nonetheless. Mom and David gave me a jean jacket I had been wanting. Y'know the punk kind with no sleeves and spikes and that you can stitch band patches on. Yeah that kind. Sarah gave me a book called Wonder in braille that she said was really good. Matt gave me a new pair of converse. So my birthday was great. That night I fell asleep in Franks arms again, while we watched Into The Wild. I'm glad I fell asleep before the movie ended because it always makes me cry.

The next day, Friday, went on like any other school day. Lessons with Ray and all that jazz. But the difference was that Frank said we were going to actually celebrate my birthday then. Mom and David were going out of town for a business trip David had to go to. Sarah had another date with that guy Dylan and Matt was going to his girlfriend's house. I couldn't even remember this ones name...But anyways. So when Frank walked through the door it was just him and I in the house. I could hear his footsteps running up the stairs then my bedroom door flew open.

“Gee!” Frank cheered, throwing himself onto the bed beside me. Once he landed I made an “oof” sound.

“Someones excited.” I pointed out, as he gathering me into his arms.

“Well we are going to celebrate aren't we?” He leered. I rolled my eyes.

“What is celebrating?” I inquired, “Fucking like usual.”

“Hey! You like fucking!” He cried out, sounding offended, “And no, in fact we are not going to fuck to celebrate...I mean if fucking ensues the celebrating part, I can't help that.” I rolled my eyes again, although I couldn't help but let out a chuckle.

“Okay, okay. So what are we going to do to celebrate.” I huffed, raising my eyebrows.

“Well...I did promise a certain someone I'd get them high.” He sing-songed. I furrowed my eyebrows, not knowing if I was understanding right.

“We're getting high to celebrate? And you're okay with it?” I repeated, dumbfounded.

“Yes.” Frank sighed dramatically, “I'm okay with it if it's just you and me hanging out. I don't want for the first time of you getting high to be around a whole bunch of losers we don't know. Trust me, it's better this way than at a party...Plus, you're eighteen now. A legal adult to make their own decisions.” He went on matter of factually.

“So now that I'm an adult you're not going to tell me what to do?” I asked, cocking an eyebrow.

“You wish.” He muttered, nudging my shoulder.

“Well it's not like it makes much of a difference anyways.” I countered.

“Yeah, whatever.” He sighed.

“So how did you get the pot?” I wondered, as Frank got off the bed. I could hear him moving about the room. “Where are we going to smoke it anyways?”

“Well first of all. I bought from Hambone. Secondly, easy. In here. I'll stuff the crack under the door with a blanket to bottle the smell and I'll open the window to let that smell out...And light a candle for good measure.” He explained, moving about doing said things for procedure.

“You seem to know a lot about this.” I pointed out, relaxing back onto my elbows.

“Please. You're talking to Frank Iero. Master partier back in the day.” He scuffed. “Also Freshman year, Hambone and I'd smoke like everyday at his house and get high. That's how we came up with this whole thing. Works like a charm.” He went on, the sound of him pulling the window open, sounding in my ears.

“My prince.” I cooed sarcasticly. Frank shoved my shoulder playfully, while walking by.

“Hey! You love me.” He demanded as I heard the sound of a lighter sparking up. Then the smell of a strong vanilla cupcake.

“Okay.” Frank started after a moment of continuous shuffling about, while I sat quietly on the bed, eyes closed. “I bought some snacks and drinks. The perfect stoner package. I stopped by the convenient store on my way home...be right back!” He announced, opening the door and left.

I was actually starting to feel nervous by then to be honest. I had no idea what it felt like to be stoned. But Frank would take care of me I knew it. I wouldn't have to worry about that. He would never let me get hurt or hurt myself. I was sure of it. And I had never heard of someone dying because of weed. That was just ridiculous. Silently I thanked him for not letting me do it at any parties. Before I could grow too restless, I heard Frank move back into the room, the sound of a rustling plastic bag accompanying him. Moving around me, my ears caught the sounds of him setting the bag on the bed then moving to stuff a blanket under the crack of the bedroom door. Then finally the dip of his weight on the bed beside me.

“So,” Frank began, taking the noisy plastic bag into his hands and moving around in it, “I got us chips. Sour cream and onion and barbeque. Pizza, and I know, corner store pizza, right? But trust me it's fucking delicious. M&M's, snickers, and 32oz soda pops. Coke for me. Diet for you.” He went on pulling, what I assumed to be said items out of the bag, and onto the bed, ending with setting heavy sounding drinks on the night stand.

“Damn.” I whistled, “We're going to have all that?”

“Trust me. It's barely enough.” He laughed, “Especially the drinks. Those are important. The first couple of times you smoke you can get wicked cotton mouth.”

“Cotton mouth?” I repeated.

“Yeah, your mouth gets all dry like cotton.” Frank explained. I nodded but didn't say anything else, trying to relax and lean back on the pillows behind me since my elbows were getting sore.

“So you ready?” Frank asked, making sure. I nodded again, deciding it was best to sit up.

“Yeah.” I replied trying to sound enthusiastic. Frank's weight left once more, along with the sound of his footsteps moving about.

“I had Hambone give me some papers to roll a few joints.” He explained, coming back to me within a mere few moments. I sat in silence not able to see exactly what he was doing, but at the same time I could smell a familiar scent from Hambone's Christmas party and profound scent I couldn't quiet describe, hitting my nostrils. It was earthy and sour. That's the best way I could put it.

“What you're doing?” I wondered quietly

“Rolling the weed into the paper. Then I have to lick the ends of the paper to make it stick.” He explained, his voice hushed.

“Oh, right.” I hummed although I didn't really understand what he was describing. I pictured him rolling weed, of which I didn't know what looked like, into school paper? That didn't make sense.

“Okay. All ready. I'll hit it first.” Frank offered, accompanied by the sound of the lighter sparking for the second time that afternoon. I could hear him inhaling deeply, followed by the smell of weed enhance by like a thousand. When the inhaling sound ceased, I felt smoke being breathed into my face and the sour smell of pot.

“Here, Gee.” Frank coughed, I reached out, brushing Franks hand. He grabbed me, setting the joint between my fingers, so I wouldn't burn myself.

“Just inhale and try to hold it as long as you can.” He wheezed out in explanation. I nodded, feeling nerves swarm my stomach. Licking my lips I brought the joint to my lips. Sucking in, I felt my lungs fill with the strong herb. Pulling the joint away, my lungs felt like they were going to burst and explode but I held the smoke in like Frank told me to, before I thought I'd pass out. Coughing and hacking out smoke, I gasped trying to fill my lungs with fresh air. Frank patted my back.

“Easy, Gee. Don't go too fast. You'll get vertigo.” Frank warned gently. I nodded, feeling like my lips were heavy and passed the joint back to Frank. We continued this, back and forth for a while. Before too long though, I could feel my head getting heavy and fuzzy. Like a wave of some kind of serenity was hugging me tight. Like someone was massaging the inside of my brain with cold spoons.

“You high?” Franks low lazy voice asked. It was far away, like the gentle crashing of waves.

“Yeah...I think so.” I answered, my own voice weird and foreign to me. This made Frank laugh, making me laugh too until I couldn't breath and remember why I was laughing in the first place.

“God, you're hilarious Gee.” Frank giggled, grabbing my hand. His hand felt so big and warm like a little fire was kindling beneath his skin.

“I know.” I drawled back. “...You have big hands.” I noted, making Frank giggle again.

“You're hands are tiny.” He countered, trying to stifle more uncontrollable giggles.

“They are not!” I fought, “They're normal.”

“It's not bad. You're fingers are long. It's sexy. You have sexy hands.” Frank concluded. But this caused me to erupt into howls of laughter.

“I...have...sexy? H-hands?” I gasped out, as if it were the most preposterous thing I'd ever heard in my whole entire life. Frank chuckled back lightly.

“Yeah. They're sexy.” He agreed, still holding my hand. “God, you've got the giggles, Gee.” He noted. I just giggled again in response.

“I can't help it.” I shrugged, then smacked my lips together. Suddenly I realized they felt like the Sahara Desert. “Frankie, my lips are sticking together.” I whined, feeling it difficult to pull my lips apart properly to talk. Frank chuckled, then handed me my diet pop. Wrapping my lips around the straw I gulped hungrily, feeling as if this drink was the most refreshing diet coke I'd ever encountered. The liquid was cascading down my throat in the most heavenly way possible. I felt like I couldn't stop, as I began to pant through my nose and drink at the same time, pausing every now and then to breath, yet still keeping my mouth around the straw.

“Okay, okay.” Frank's voice slowly sounded in my ear like slow motion, “That's enough.” He said, tearing the drink away from me, causing as few drops to splatter on my face.

“Hey!” I yelped, “I wasn't done.”

“You were going to drink the whole damn thing at once.” Frank laughed.

“Fine.” I rolled my eyes, feeling like they could fall back into my head if I wasn't careful.

“You want me to put a CD on?” Frank suggested. I nodded excitedly.

“How about Nirvana? Or Nine Inch Nails? Nine Inch Nails is great high music.” He went on.

“Yeah, whatever.” I hummed.

Hearing Frank move around the room, I pictured his footsteps lighting up in neon colors. I mean I remembered what colors looked like. That's what I did to keep myself company until Frank came back on the bed, the sound of Nine Inch Nails, Downward Spiral following behind him. Frank started talking then to me about nonsense, while lighting another joint. We passed it back and forth but I wasn't really listening to him talk. I just pictured his tongue moving around in his mouth, I felt like I was on a rollercoaster cascading down his words. Without warning I launched myself forward, wrapping my arms around his neck and shoving my tongue down his throat. Frank made a yelp of surprise but started moving back almost instantaneously. He wrapped his own strong hands around my waist, stroking my side, guiding his calloused hands beneath my shirt. I shivered and moaned. Making out high was amazing. Our tongues moved together as I pictured worms fighting in the most sexual way possible. Like our tongues were worms having wet sex inside a moist cave...Okay that sounds gross. But you get the idea.

Frank pulled away, causing me to whine, but he dove in to attach his lips to my neck sucking and nipping. It felt amazing. Everything high felt amazing. I moaned and clawed at his back, while I'm sure he was leaving massive hickeys all over my throat. He was like a little leach hungry for blood. God I would have had sex with him if my mind wasn't in a million places. We made out for a long time though, rolling around on the bed to Nine Inch Nails, dry humping and grinding. Frank stuck his hand down my pants and jerked me off slow and sensual. I cam in no time all over his hand. Bringing his hand to my mouth I licked him off clean, hearing his moans vibrate in my ears. Getting to my knees, I pulled his pants down, sucking him off fast and sloppy. Frank cam in my mouth and I swallowed greedily, licking his dick clean just like I did to his hand earlier.

After this escapade, we smoked more, as I felt the high begin to wear off. Then we finally ate the food Frank bought. And we ate all of it. I just couldn't stop. I felt as if my stomach was a bottom less pit. Somewhere in our eating, Frank got off the bed to turn off the music and turn on a movie. We chose a slasher. I don't even remember which one it was. I just knew I felt like I was in Heaven. Curled up next to Frank, I inhaled his always intoxicating smell, nuzzling my nose to him. Frank squeezed me tight beside him. We kept eating and drinking while settling down to watch the movie. I started to doze off though after too long, the high getting to me. It was a great experience. I've heard plenty of horror stories of how people had freaked out when they first got high or how scared they felt. I was glad I had my first experience with Frankie. No matter what kind of first it was he always made sure I was safe and happy. I couldn't ask for anything more.

“I love you Frankie.” I mumbled into his shirt, somewhere during the movie, eyes closed.

“I love you too baby. Happy eighteenth.” He replied, kissing my temple. Sighing contently it was then that I fell asleep peacefully, followed by the weirdest dreams ever.

*****

It was prom night and I was admittedly freaking the fuck out. While sitting on Sarah's bed, I rung my hands together. She was doing my hair, carding her slim fingers through it, pushing stands of hair here and there. I was already dressed in my suit, tie tied, leather boots shined. I'd showered, lotioned up, put on deodorant and cologne; everything I could think of to make me look and smell nice. I even had Sarah put on some eye liner for me; now all that was left was my hair. Picking at my nails, I felt like my heart was going to explode in my chest and I was going to sweat through all the layers of my clothes.

Frank was waiting downstairs for me with Mom, David, and Matt. I guess we were trying to make the whole experience as normal as possible. Like Frank and his Dad had just arrives and were waiting anxiously for me to come downstairs. Whatever. I'm pretty sure it was Mom's whole idea. I just wanted to get to prom already. The anticipation was killing me. I was going to Frank's public school for Christ's sake! And there was going to be a million people there I didn't know, but he did. What if they looked at me weird because I was blind? What if they judged me and Frank got mad? I knew this was preposterous thinking, yet my mind couldn't help but go to the most worst case scenarios possible.

“Gee, relax.” Sarah chastised, all too familiar with how my body language got when I was nervous. Fidgeting hands, slumped shoulders, biting my lip/nails, etc.

“I can't help it.” I whined, bringing my finger to my mouth to chew on the cuticles.

“Stop that!” Sarah demanded, ripping my finger from my mouth, “It's going to be fine. You're going to have a great time.”

“I hope so.” I mumbled glumly

“You will...All done!” She cried, removing her hands from my hair. I sighed, getting to my feet. Sarah stood in front of me, her breath warming my chest, as she shipped her hands across my shoulder.

“Let's go honey.” She went on, taking my sweaty hand, firmly into her cool ones. Lacing out fingers together, she lead us out the room and down the stairs. Taking the steps slow and precise so I wouldn't fall, my heart was seriously acting like it wanted to rip my chest apart, break my ribs and set itself free. I could tell when we were reaching the end, but the living room was silent. This only fed my worry. Did I really look that bad? Did I smudge my eyeliner? Did Sarah fuck up my hair on accident?

“Ohhh!” Mom breathed loudly, enough for me to hear once Sarah and I had taken the last step down, “You look so handsome!”

“Thanks ma.” I mumbled, while she gathered me into a tight embrace, after Sarah let our hands drop. I could feel her soft skinny arms contract, trying to hug me as tight as possible. When she let me go, I felt another warm calloused hand replace Sarah's previous one. Frank of course.

“You look breath-taking.” He whispered low in my ear, making me blush.

“I bet you do too.” I whispered back, sadly, furrowing my eyebrows. That night, I really felt sad that I couldn't see him. Of course every day if I thought about it, it would make me upset or gloomy. But prom night, I was especially troubled by it. I'd have given anything to just get a glimpse of him.

“It's okay, baby.” Frank reassured, knowing my thoughts on this, as we'd somehow discussed it one night. I offered a weak smile to the direction of his voice.

“Okay, let's get corsages on before pictures.” Mom announced, sounding giddy as Hell. I would have rolled my eyes any other night, but this was prom night and I knew she was excited. This made me actually smile properly. Frank let go of my hand reluctantly. Everyone began to shuffle around talking nonsense I didn't quit catch. Like 'come here, Frank', 'open the case, Sarah'. Pretty much just Mom giving instructions. David and Matt were quite but I knew they were there because Mom demanded everyone be there.

“...Okay...Sarah here's the camera. I'll help Frank with the corsage.” Mom told, then I felt some one take a hold of my right lapel. Then the sound of a camera snapping pictures. Two pairs of hands fumbled around together, one shaky. Frank's. I smiled slightly; it was endearing to know he was nervous too. Mom was mumbling soft instructions to Frank.

“Yeah, right there.” She approved, as I felt Frank pierce the flowers to the lapel. I guess we chose red roses and white baby breath for our corsages. I remembered the color red vividly most of all. The color of anger. The color of blood on your knee when you fell off your bike. The color of love; the beating heart inside your chest. I think the color fit very nicely for our prom together.

“Okay, good!” Mom cheered, and Frank sighed in relief. “Now Sarah will you help me get Frank's on...”

“I want to do it!” I insisted, cutting her off and feeling a bit irked Mom didn't even consider me being able to do it in the first place.

“Yeah, I'll help Gee.” Sarah chimed in, “You take the pictures, Mom.” She went on. I could feel more shuffling and the exchanging of the camera. Sarah took my hand firmly, placing the corsage inside my palm. Clutching the stem between my forefinger, Sarah directed my hand towards Frank's lapel. Moving our fingers in sync, Sarah helped my juggle my fingers along with the pin and the corsage all while I could hear Mom snapping rapid pictures.

“All done!” Sarah cheered, a big smile in her voice. I smiled brightly too, proud of myself. Someone bent forward planting a chaste kiss on my cheek. It was soft and smooth. Sarah. Frank's were more rough and chapped. Then an arm wrapped around my waist. Frank. I could tell my the firm and protective grip it held.

“Go stand on the bottom stair steps.” Mom directed, “That way we can take some good pictures.” I sighed, but Frank guided me. He took his place behind me, arms still wrapped around me. Honestly I think he was standing on a step taller than me; his head was hovering mine while still behind me.

“Okay...now smile big.” Mom ordered. This went on for a good twenty minutes, Mom having Frank and I move this way and that, doing this pose or that kind of pose. She even had Frank and I kiss for one; I thought I was going to die from embarrassment.

“Mom! No!” I whined at her request.

“Yes! Just a real quick peck! It'll be cute!” She begged, sounding whining too.

“C'mon Gee. Let's just do it, make your Mom happy.” Frank tried. I turned around to glare at him so only he could see.

“You just want to kiss me.” I grumbled under my breath, only wanting Frank to catch it.

“And?” He teased. I rolled my eyes, but faced forward nonetheless. Leaning in, Frank cupped my face and pecked my lips like Mom asked, resting there only long enough for her to snap a few quick picture.

“Aw perfect!” Mom cooed. I pictured her jumping in my mind and sniggered at the thought. Frank nudged me playfully, knowing all too well how sarcastic my thoughts could be. After that Mom had Sarah and Matt take separate pictures with me. Then David and Frank together. I felt like it was our fucking wedding or something, the way Mom was treating it. I did everything she asked, though. I wanted to let her have her fun. There were a few fleeting thoughts of Dad during pictures too, however. I wished he could be there to see me and Frank. To take pictures with me. With me and Mom, instead of just me and Mom. Quickly I pushed those morbid thoughts away, though. I missed Dad but I didn't want to make myself sad for the night. Just like I didn't want to dwell on the thoughts of not being able to see Frank. All thoughts like that were on hold tonight.

Once we were done with this ordeal, everyone broke away for a moment, to gather what they needed. Frank had to run up to his room to grag the tickets and wallet he forgot. Mom and David left to grab their car keys. They were going to follow Frank and I to Hambone's, as that's where we all were going to take yet more pictures. In the room it was only Sarah, Matt, and I. Sitting on the couch waiting, for not only but five minutes, there was a knock on the front door.

“Who's that?” I wondered, arching a brow.

“Oh, that's probably, Lindsey. We're going to go see a movie.” Sarah explained quickly, jumping to her feet. Lindsey? The Lindsey Sarah wanted me to date?

“Lynz!” Sarah squealed, after the sound of the front door being opened sounded in my ears.

“Hey, Sarah!” A unique voice replied. It was pretty and airy but different too, almost deep but not deep enough to be masculine. I could hear Lindsey's footsteps move over the threshold and into the house. I tried not to let my eyes wonder to their voice, but that's what they usual did when I picked up sound. But I didn't want to freak this girl out. I'd never even met her.

“Hey, Matt. Gerard. This is my friend Lindsey. We're going to the movies tonight.” Sarah introduced. I nodded, not knowing where she was standing. I assumed close to Sarah's voice.

“Hey.” Matt replied, sounding bored.

“Hello.” Lindsey offered sounding friendly.

“Uhm...hi.” I struggled sounding awkward.

“Hey.” She replied just as nice.

“Well, let me go grab my purse. I'll be two secs.” Sarah rushed, her feet already running up the stairs. Lindsey laughed, amused.

“Yeah, go ahead.” She waved off. Then Sarah was gone. I could hear Matt texting on his phone, not caring about the whole situation. I however, squirmed in my seat. I didn't like being alone with people I didn't know. Especially not having my sunglasses on. I mean it had been awhile since I'd worn them, but still. Meeting new people without them on, lead them to automatically know I was blind and I felt uncomfortable not knowing how they felt about it. I liked to get to know people better before letting them know. That way I could gauge their reaction. Lindsey, I heard made her way around the room and sat herself down in between Matt and I on the couch. Stiffening, I began to bite my cuticles.

“So...Uhm. Gerard? You're sisters told me a lot about you...” She tried to start. I laughed nervously around my fingertip.

“Oh? Yeah, she's mentioned you a few times.” I offered.

“I hope all good thing.” She chuckled. I chuckled too, it sounding too high.

“Y-yeah. They were...She actually tired to get me to date you.” I blurted out. Wanting to smack myself instantly, I felt my cheeks burn once the words were said.

“What?” She gasped and laughed at the same time. “Why?”

“I-I dunno. S-Sarah's crazy. She didn't l-like my boyfriend at the time” I tried to explain, stumbling over my words a bit. “S-she said you needed a d-date tonight actually.”

“Oh? Yeah, I was supposed to go to a family dinner tonight. I decided to ditch it. Too boring. But Sarah can be a bit overbearing. I can imagine that...She keeps trying to get me to date like everyone. I guess I should have figured she'd try her brothers.” Lindsey laughed warmly. I chuckled lightly. I liked the vibe she gave off. It was friendly and caring.

“So what's with the suit?” She wondered curiously. I could feel her touch my shoulder slightly, emphasizing the attire.

“Prom.” I answered

“Oh, how fun! ..Wait! How old are you?” She exclaimed first, then wondered last as if the thought just came to her.

“Just turned eighteen...Are you Sarah's age?” I asked back feeling more and more comfortable around her as we talked.

“Younger actually. I'm nineteen. I'll be twenty in May.” She told.

“Oh! Sarah's turning twenty-one in May! When's your birthday?” I asked excitedly. Lindsey giggled amused.

“May twenty-second.” She named proudly. I smiled.

“Only a few days before Sarah's!” I pointed out.

“I know, we joke we're Irish twins.” She said, her voice light and amused.

“Hey!” I heard, Frank almost shout. I snapped my head to the sound of his voice. “I'm ready. Where's our parents?”

“Uhm. They're still getting their stuff. Frank this is Sarah's friend Lindsey. They're going to the movies” I introduced, feeling awkward again, like I'd been caught doing something bad.

“Huh. Nice to meet you.” Frank greeted, his voice void of any emotion. I could hear his footsteps approach us. I must have been too engrossed with Lindsey and I's conversation to hear him coming down the stairs...

“You too. So you're Gerard's boyfriend?” She put together, her voice casual and maintaining friendly. I could only cringe at the looks I imagined he was giving her.

“Sure am.” He agreed almost threatening.

“Is everyone ready?” Mom's voice ascended into the room, growing louder and louder down the steps. Thank God! Perfect timing before Frank could get nasty for no reason.

“Yes!” I shouted back, wanting to relive the tension in the room.

“Good. Let's go.” She replied.

With that, I said goodbye to Lindsey as politely as I could without making Frank mad. I wished her fun with Sarah at the movies. Sarah ran down the stairs when she heard us leaving to give me a hug and kiss and wished for a good time. I gave Matt a quick side hug. He had been strangely distant since Frank and I's fight. I don't think he was happy with Frank still. Nonetheless he wished me to have fun too. Then Frank and I went outside and got in his car, while Mom and David followed. They wanted to get group pictures.

Arriving at Hambone's, everyone was there with dates. Neil and Sophie, Shaun his date Paul, Hambone and his date Martha, and Tim his date, some girl named Rose. Plus everyone's parents were there too on both sides. So a lot of people. Like a lot. Mom was giddy as fuck still, going wild with her camera. I could tell from all the clicking and sounds of flashing. The only good thing about being blind, was that all the flashing didn't burn my eyes, like everyone else that was complaining after the picture taking was done. Mom and David said goodbye to us when it was time to start heading over to the restaurant we'd set reservations for. They told us to have fun and be safe. Mom warned Frank to take good care of me. That she was trusting him to keep me safe. She was always the worrier, but I guess that's just being a Mom too.
So after pictures Frank and I and the group went to The Outback Steakhouse for dinner. Frank got shrimp linguine and I got chicken strips and french fries. Sue me; it was fucking delicious. I guess a lot of kids going to prom were there too. Some from Frank's school, some not. They were very busy and I was very nervous the closer we got to actually going to prom. Frank held my hand, rubbing the pad of his thumb over my knuckles in reassurance. I squeezed his hand back as a silent thank you. Then after we ate we all got desserts to share with our dates. Frank and I got a cheesecake. After dinner, a limo driver we paid for as a group came to pick us to take to prom. I felt like I was famous. The suit, the fancy dinner, the limousine. It was a lot of fun despite my anxiety.

On the drive to the prom venue, the boys brought out flasks, passing them around. I chugged it back, hoping it would calm my nerves. Frank chastised me, though, telling me to wait for the after party. I groaned but did as he asked like a good little boyfriend. Before I knew it, we had arrived. The driver parked the car and left, saying he'd be back in enough time to take us home. Whatever. Then everyone, I could hear began to scoot out of the limo. Frank however, took my wrist, stopping me from moving around.

“Wait.” Was all he offered. I shrugged, sitting back, happy to prolong the time until I had to enter the venue. I mean I was excited but at the same time I just wanted to go home. Does that make sense?

“You comin' Frank?” Hambone asked, once they'd all gone.

“Yeah, give us a moment. You go ahead.” Frank called.

“Sure, whatever.” Hambone agreed, sounding nonchalant, then slammed the car door shut.

The moment I heard the slam of the hinge connect with the lock, Frank was on me, kissing me. I tensed for a second not at all excepting the movement, but melted into the passionate kiss nonetheless. Frank grabbed my face with one hand and tangled the other into my hair. Moving his tongue inside my mouth, I groaned in the back of my throat. Bringing both my hand to tangle in his growing hair, I tugged causing Frank to groan back, the sound getting swallowed in my mouth. Frank moved his hands to my waist pulling me into his lap and trading his lips on my mouth to my neck. Panting, I ground down my hips.

“You drive me fucking crazy in this suit.” He growled against my skin. I could only moan in response, tilting my neck back, giving Frank more access.

Diving back in, his lips began to suckle at the patch of skin he'd been working on. I could practically feel the capillaries bursting at his touch. Licking over the marks, Frank held a death grip on my hips. I reached around, feeling for his buttons, beginning to undo them, while Frank still worked on giving me a massive hickey. Ripping the coat back, I moved to unbutton his shirt.

“Too many damn buttons.” I grumbled, feeling a sudden need for Frank wash over my bodies senses. Frank chuckled at my comment, starting to help me undress him. “I need you now Frankie.” I whined, “Make love to me.” Frank made a noise between a growl and a moan in response.

Quickly we worked together in undressing each other. Before I knew it we were naked; me sitting on Frank's lap still with his strong hands roaming my body. All that time I had taken to get ready earlier, was gone faster than I could comprehend a blink. Reaching down, I took Frank's cock into my hand, stroking him slow and languidly. I wanted to drive him crazy even more. Frank whined, thrusting up in my grip. I loved touching him, feeling all the different textures his body had to offer. Swiping my thumb over the tip of his rock hard dick, I gathered pre-cum and smeared it down his shaft.

“Baby. Your gonna make me cum.” Frank warned, so I stopped movement all together. I wanted more than an exchange of handjobs. I wanted Frank inside me too. I wanted him to fuck me hard. Frank whimpered at the loss of contact, but I braced myself up, taking hold of his strong shoulders. Hovering over his cock, I spread my legs out kneeling on my knees. I didn't want prepping. I just wanted him, now. I was impatient I'll admit. Frank helped me, guiding me over him, holding his dick with one hand. Sinking down slow and steady, I felt his tip press at my entrance. Pushing further, soon I consumed all of him until I has sitting on his lap again. Ass to hip.

Moaning loud, I felt the sting from not prepping, but I relished the sensation at the same time. The burn was Heavenly. Panting out, I could feel my chest pump forward and back while I sat there waiting for the pain to ebb. Before too long, in seconds really, I started bouncing up and down. Grinding on his cock, I couldn't stop moaning and screaming. God, I never knew one person could drive you so insane.

“Uh-uh. J-just like t-th-that baby.” Frank panted, his hot breath wafting over my bare chest.

“You're so Goddamn tight. Feel so good.” He praised. His compliments only drove me forward, picking up my pace. The locket Frank gave me for my birthday, that I'd been wearing since, bounced against my chest; the cold metal hit in repercussion with my bouncing. The rhythm of the heart locket was mirroring the heart inside my own chest. It was going to explode.

“So big, Frankie. I can't get enough of you.” I whined, moving at different angles until I heard myself scream loud like a whore, my body reacting without my brain comprehending what was happening. His cock had slammed right into my prostate.

“Ohhh.” I groaned, the sound vibrating around my throat, with my mouth open.

“God, Gee. You look so fuckin hot. I could cum just looking at you. Fucking yourself on my dick.” He went on, making my body tremble. I could feel my skin rapidly heat up, sweat dripping down my back. I could feel Franks skin create sweat too, his body slick against mine. Leaning forward I buried my face inside his neck, my sounds getting muffled against his damp skin. I was probably sweating off all my makeup.

“Fuh-Frank-ie” I chocked out, still bouncing and grinding on his lap. Frank grabbed my face away from his shoulder, smashing our lips together. Kissing him back with force, I felt my stomach twist up in that familiar heat, indicating I was approaching my climax. Tongues caressing each other, I whined into his mouth.

“Frankie. I'm so close.” I warned, my voice desperate.

“I got you baby.” Frank reassured like he did every time we had sex, moving a hand down my back and guiding me to lie down, without breaking our connection. Wrapping my legs around his waist, I pulled on his hair, his heavy breath washing over my face. Frank fucked into me hard and ruthless, making me howl and literately scream at the top of my lungs.

“Frankie! I'm gonna cum!” I shouted.

“Good.” He moaned, “Cum with me. Wait for me.” Mercilessly, he pumped his hips back and forth, slamming inside me. He was getting sloppy and desperate; he was just as close as me. Reaching a hand down our bodies, Frank gripped my dripping cock, pumping me fast to the same rhythm our bodies were moving at. I couldn't hold back anymore, my orgasm was hitting me at full force. Crunching my eyelids tight, I furrowed my eyebrows, and dropped my jaw wide open, letting out a strangled moan.

“FRANKIE!” I shouted his name, cumming hot on his hand and my stomach. Constricting around Frank, he cam into me simultaneously. Shouting my name into my ear, as well we rode our orgasms in unison. I felt like I was on cloud nine. Once the climax had evaporated within us, Frankie slowed his thrusting then stopped all together. Collapsing on top of me, we panted trying to catch our breathes. Weakly I brought a hand into his hair, petting the sweaty strands down in affection.

“I love you Gerard.” Frank's wrecked voice sounded out. I smiled all dopey.

“I love you too, Frankie.” I said, voice just as damaged.

*****

I have no idea how long Frank and I stayed in that limo. After fucking we fucked again. Once Frank and I composed ourselves though, we quickly dressed. Hand in hand we left the limo and into the comfortably warm April night. Frank then guided me towards the entrance to the venue. There was lady taking tickets, in which I had to show ID and paper work to saying I was allowed to go, since I didn't go to Franks school. Once that was over with, we were allowed to enter. Before we could find the group, first we had to take professional pictures that were set up off to the side. Mom and her pictures... We just had to pose in the same kind of ones we had already taken at home. Only these actually cost money, but whatever. It was Mom and David's money that was paying for it.

Anyways. After that we finally entered the dance room. The picture area was as Frank told me, off in the room where you entered before entering the dance room. If that made sense...It made sense to me...kinda. It was a hotel the prom was held so I just went along to what Frank was describing to me. He did that a lot lately. Describe to me where I was. I found it cute, because he knew how uncomfortable I got in knew places I wasn't familiar with. This information made sense though, because when we were getting this professional pictures done, I could fear muffled music. Like it was loud music yet muffled at the same time. Entering inside the dance room, however, that music became clearer, I could make out the lyrics and it was like ten million times louder. I had to stop myself from covering my ears with my hands. Frank pulled me gently along, trying to scout out his group of friends. I kept close enough to where I could feel his body heat. Anything farther made me uneasy.

“Fuckin finally!” I heard Hambone yell over the music, his voice getting closer and closer with each word. “You guys have been gone for like an hour.” He went on. I couldn't help but blush, hoping that the room was dark so no one could tell.

“Whatever. We got lost.” Fran lied cooly, guiding me to take a seat. I guess they'd managed to snag a table for the group.

“Sure. Lost.” Hambone teased, “Lost inside Gerard.” Oh my God! No matter how many times Frank or his friends made crude comments, I couldn't help but feel mortified.

“Shut the fuck up Hambone. Do you see this kid in that suit?” Frank defended, only making me blush harder.

“Yeah, yeah.” Hambone scuffed, sounding suddenly embarrassed himself, as if he wasn't expecting Frank's reaction. It almost made me giggle. “Let's get this prom into motion.”

And it was with this Frank dragged me to my feet and onto the dance floor. Hambone came with us and his date. I actually had a lot of fun. The experience was nothing what I had anticipated it to be. Frank and I danced until I felt like I couldn't breath. We left a few times outside to sneak a smoke from the chaperones. Speaking of sneaking, the boys kept passing their flasks. They weren't drunk, just tipsy by the end of the night. Frank didn't let me have any though, telling me again to wait for the after party we were going to. I huffed a sigh but agreed. I hated when he told me what to do.

There were a few slow songs to which Frank danced with me. I felt like I was in one of the romance novels I'd read before yet only dreamed of experiencing. I rested my head on his shoulder, while we spun in slow motion circles to the soft music. We would go back and forth from the dance floor to the table and make out a few times. People would come up to us, in between those times, that Frank knew and he'd introduce me to them. It was nice. No one seemed mean or judgmental from what I could tell. I was having the time of my life... I felt like Charlie again from The Perks Of Being A Wallflower. I felt infinite...Or at least until prom was officially over and we all had to leave and head for the after party.

Notes

Don't do drugs with people you aren't best friends with or people that make you uncomfortable. My advice for the day.
One more chapter and epilogue...then the sequel! Are you getting nervous? Cause I am.