Love Is Insanity

It had been five hours since getting off the plane and we were now in a quaint cafe. It seemed like this morning had rushed by, the flight attendants almost pushing us off the plane to leave their airport. I had to revisit that thought a couple of times because of the reasons they might of been so willing to kick us off so quickly. It was most likely because they'd heard me and Frank last night, no suprise either, if the situation was a big noise it would be the sound of a foghorn which is bound to disturb the staff and passengers.
It was funny though, the evening and their faces when we left. One of the women, who had passed me at lunch for coffee was staring at me like she had witnessed a murder, me and Frank left sniggering..
"What do you want to eat?" Frank murmered from the restruants leaflet jammed in his face. You could see his eyelashes batting against the card. "I'd like a burger but that seems to poor for the quality of this restruant."
"Yeah?" I laughed back, my hands fiddling with the curved ends of the paper white tablecloth. I could fill my heart stuck in my throat as i spoke, this was our first date, me not having a clue on how to romatisize it.
"Yeah, sure! The customers are already giving us strange looks for wearing ripped jeans and leather jackets." He held my glaze for a bit longer, his long greasy black hair flying all over his face. "Look at what they're wearing too! I'm not posh!"
"Is everything alright here?" A tall chubby man had appeared at the table, his furrowed eyebrows staring down at us. I had to hold my breath for a couple of seconds so i didn't chuckle at his face or attire.
He had on a flowery button up shirt, pink jeans and an apron made out of the material you would wipe your ass with. I think Frank was holding his breath too because he hadn't spoke for over a minute.
"Is everything alright here gentleman?" He repeated, voice raspy like a wheezing led balloon.
"Uh, yeah." I bit on my finger as Frank spoke, breath still held. "Sorry, just deciding what we should eat." Man he dealt with that well...
"And that would be?" His note book was resting on the table, him leaning forward slightly, a smell of cheese wafting through the air.
"We'll have the prawn cocktail special for two please!" I answered, Frank beaming across at me, probably relieved that i answered, he looked breathless.
"I thought you didn't like that?" He whispered to me.
"Ah fuck it,who gives a shit!" He laughed at my reply. It had probably gone on for more than five minutes, but the tension in the air was incredible, it was either the waiter was going to shout at us soon or that i would smash Franks lips into mine and knock over all the precious wine glasses across the table.
"Right then....you're a couple right?" I shifted in my seat a bit more as he spoke, i had already spoken to him a couple of times and he was already pissing me off.
"Yeah..." I stared back a little longer.
"Ok then." He coughed behind his clenched hand for a second. I turned to Frank, the most inquisitive look on my face. Why wasn't he closer so i could whisper everything? Everything i could whisper now, the waiter would easily hear so i didn't bother, just stare. "Have a good meal gentleman." And then he disappeared.
We burst out laughing.
"Here's your meal."
"What?" The man had reappeared by our table as quick as just under a minute, his pink face glowing.
"Here it is!" He lay down a big dish of prawn cocktail and marintated chicken if that's what it was named. I took in a breath, the scent pleausre my nostrils, the thought of how quick it took the guy to make our meal, vanishing.
"Well...thanks." Frank added as the guy left. As i looked it seemed he was dragging out his leave, walking out slowly but staying by the kitchen door to observe the many people eating.
"I don't like him much." Frankie commented, playing with the shrimp on his dish. "Smells like this fucking shrimp....fishy." My knee hit the table, laughing out loud as Frank continued to play with the shrimp.
"I fucking love you Frankie!" I laughed down at my plate. I'm pretty sure the waiter and some others were staring at us shouting and playing with our food but i was just out of it. Frank frankly (*Ha) didn't give a shit and at the moment i couldn't be bothered to either, i've been kicked out of places because of table manners before.
"What did you say?" Frank mumbled at his dish.
"I love you." I whispered, my chair shuffling around the table to near him easier.
"What?" When he answered again i just grabbed him by the neck and kissed him forcefully. At first he gulped and moved back a bit but then steadied himself to pushing his lips further up against mine.
Now i was pretty sure we had an audience.
The kiss continued, him breathing heavily from the suddeness, his pace slow but passionate.
"I said, i love you, you fucking idiot." I said against his lips, smelling his deodrant flood around me.
"That is not acceptable behaviour in this restruant!" The waiter came along, boots stamping across the tiles. I almost laughed as i jolted back in my chair and hit the wall, Frank was in hysterics. It seemed every had been watching us, forks held upwards, eyes wide.
"I'm afraid you'll have to leave!" He tutted, already pushing the chairs out of our way and leading us to the doorway. Straight away i had grabbed Frankie's hand and kissed him chastily at the doorway, letting the audience get the idea.
"Right, goodbye!" And with that he ushered us out.
"Good bye asshole, don't forget to shower with soap and not moldy cheese!" Frank shouted back as we walked outside, his face still jammed in the doorway, closely watching us.
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We told Ray and Mikey about the situation as we reached the concert venue later that evening. When we arrived they were already heavily making out with each other on the side of the stage against the amps; i managed to embarass them a bit when i wolf whistled.
It seemed like they knew something was up, once we told them straight away, smiling a bit through unimpressed faces.
"You idiots!" Mikey said, shouting a bit too loudly, the typical one to insult.
"He felt nice against my lips." I murmered back at Mikey, perhaps winking at Frank after too playfully for it to be mockery against Mikey.
"Suit yourself." The pair replied before heading backstage to carry on their session, me and Frank tapping at the mics on stage.
"We'll carry on
we'll carry on
and though your dead and gone believe me
your memory will carry on
you'll carry on
and though you're broken and defeated
your weary widow marches on!"
My lips left the mic just as Frank started to speak, my eyes slightly wet.
"Oh, i've heard that song, was that yours?" I grinned down at him, nodding slightly, hands on the mic stand supporting me.
"Your fucking incredible!" He grinned, drawing out a long and heavy breath before returning to silence.
"Do you think..."
"Think what?"
"That...t-that the band will ever break up?"
"That's a stupid question."
"It's not an insult to you? I me-"
"It wont happen. This is all i've ever wanted." I drew in another collective breath.
"Have you considered though..."
"It might happen.." I gulped. "One day i might just loose hope or want to carry on another journey."
"You think we'll ever break up?"
"We won't, you promised."
"When?" His eyebrows furrowed.
"Now." I gave him a short peck on the lips, his fingers going weak so i could seal my pinky with his.
"I guess so smart guy." He looked down at our pinky's as my lips left his, smooth and smoist.
"Promise?"
"Promise."

Notes

*Good news, i did not die, nothing happened, i'm just very irresponsible with my updates. I also struggled to get this dusty laptop to load anything so today was my lucky day. I promise i'll update quicker as were nearing the end, thank you!
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