Good Boy

A week has past since the ice cream incident. I tried to keep my distance as much as possible. I felt completely embarrassed for what I did. Frank is going along like nothing happened, but I think he's just trying to be nice. Thankfully, Frank got a job as a waiter at some local café. When I wake up is about the time he gets home, because I sleep in so late and he gets up so early. This kinda made me frustrated, I was hoping he would be gone more. I know that sounded mean, but I was trying to avoid him. I spent more time out with Lindsey and even hung out with my brother (which I hadn't done in a while). Anything to get out of the house. I also spent a lot of time online, trying to find a way to break the curse. Everything that came up was either some fake spell, or it told me Jamia would have to break the curse.

I walked into my apartment holding an armful of wicken books. I had been to the library for at least two hours trying to find anything that could help me out of Franks situation. I had a long afternoon ahead of me. When I walked in I saw Frank on the couch. His arms around some guy with their lips plastered together. For a second I stood in shock. I had not expected that. A sense of anger and jealously rushed through me, but I tried to conceal it. I watched Frank. The way his lips moved in sync with the other mans so naturally. His lips parted and his breaths choppy. I honestly paid no attention to the other guy, I just watched Frank. His hands rubbed down the guys back and I could almost feel my own spine shiver. Suddenly, the boys parted and looked over at me. The must have felt my presence, like how you can feel when someone is watching. Which I guess I was.

"Oh, hey Gerard" Frank smiled. His lips were swollen and his grin was wide. I stood dumbly for a moment until I was able to form words. My entire body had gone stiff. "What's that?" he asked curiously, pointing to the books in my hands that I had completely even forgot I was carrying.

"Uh, just books" I said. I didn't want to say they were witchcraft books in front of whoever this guy was. I was assuming he didn't know about Franks curse. "Who's this?" I asked.

"Oh! This is Zacky, we met at work" Frank started giggling and I felt myself become frustrated.

"Yeah, after he spilt coffee on me" The guy said. He had short black hair and two lip rings on his bottom lip. When I took a closer look, I saw he had a nose piercing. He was cute. I don't like him.

"How many times do I have to apologize!" Frank squealed and playfully hit Zack. Memories of us hitting each other on the bus came to mind and I envied him even further. I don't even know what I hated about him was, I just didn't like him.

"I still think you did it on purpose just to get me to take off my shirt" Zack said.

I took the books to my room and walked back to the kitchen. By the time I had grabbed a drink and madden myself a sandwich, he two were happily going at it again. I grounded and practically stomped back to my bedroom. Before I closed the door I shouted "No sex on my couch!"

Two hours later, I've skimmed through every book and read anything that may have helped me. It was hopeless. I had found absolutely nothing! They all said the some things as the websites had. I fell back on my bed and closed my eyes. I was surrounded in a pile of books, old and new. For a moment, I'm about to fall asleep when there's a knock at my door.

"Come in" I say, barely audible. Frank opens the door and steps into my room. My eyes are still closed and I feel the bed dip beside my feet.

"What are these?" he asks. I open my eyes to see he's rummaging through the books.

"I was trying to find something to help with the curse, but I couldn't find anything" I huff.

"You went through all of these?"

'Yeah, but nothing came up. I'm sorry Frankie" I say, not noticing that I used a nickname. He was looking down at me with wide eyes and I felt terrible. I sat up in the bed. We were now only a couple feet away.

"You'd do that for me?" his voice was slow.

"Well.... yeah. Of coarse" I didn't know what the big deal was. He already knew I had been searching.

"You already spent so much time and effort online. How have you not given up yet?"

"Well.... I care about you, I guess"

Frank launches himself at me in a bug embrace. I hug back and bury my face in his hair. I hoped he didn't notice or care. He smelt like the shampoo we used, but there was something else there. I could smell cigarettes, coffee, and musk. He smelt so good. I loved it. I wanted a candle with the scent 'Iero'. If hey made those I would buy the entire stock. "Thank you so much for trying, Gee. I don't care if you don't find it. I just can't believe your doing so much for me" his hold got tighter, but I didn't mind. After a while he pulls away and has a firm grip on my shoulders. He looks me in the eyes and suddenly looks very serious.

"Gee, why have you been avoiding me all week?" He asks. I was happy about his thankfulness and him calling me gee, but my heart sped too fast as I realized he had caught on to me avoiding him.

"I wasn't avoiding you" I shift my gave down and try to forces on my fingers. He sighs and lets go of my shoulders.

"Is it because of what happened with the ice cream?" he sighs. My eyes dart up to his and I suddenly feel like mush. I nod and look back down.

"Don't worry, it was just for fun, right?" he asks. I look up at him and try to think. Was it just for fun? I know I had enjoyed doing it, until I realized just exactly what I had done. I nod. "Good" he hugs me again and I hesitantly lean back into his touch. "I mean, it wasn't that bad" he chuckles.

"Your lips tasted like ice cream" I mumble. He laughs and pulls away again. This time, our faces are incredibly close. I can't help but scan his entire face. I start from observing his perfect eyebrows, to those beautiful shimmery eyes, to a small dent in between his eyes(its toward the right side of his face). My breathing stopped involuntarily. I looked at his small nose and the tiny bags under his eyes. He had a small bit of black stubble between his lip and nose. I could see how small his upper lip was compared to his lower lip. His lips were so plump and red. They were shinny, unlike my own chapped lips. Under his lips, was another small stubble of hair. His chin had a little bit more stubble on it and I could tell it was easier for him to grow a mustache than me. I thought it was kind of funny, considering he grew hair everywhere at night. I appreciated his high cheekbones and the way his face was sculpted. That's when I realized I could go on about his features. There was so much more to tell. So much more to look at and study. I had only taken a quick look over. I licked my own chapped lips as my eyes lingered on Franks intruding lips. It was like they taunted me.

You can't lie to yourself. You know you still like guys. You know you like Frank. You know you want to kiss me. Zacky was here, you should've been here. Come here, Gerard. Kiss me.

They said. I found myself listening to them. I found myself leading into Frank, getting my body and lips closer. I closed my eyes and listened to the crazed taunts. My lips brushed Franks for a split second before I pulled back a little. It was my way of asking Frank if it was okay. H e answered my question by pressing his lips back to mine. We didn't use tongue or even really move our mouths. We just stayed with our lips locked. My entire body went numb and it felt like my first kiss all over again. It felt fresh and scary. His lips were so soft and felt so much better than I hoped.

We pulled away from each other and just starred at one another. The kiss we shared was nothing like him and Zacky had shared, but I felt as if that was okay. I didn't know why, but I accepted it. He was smiling at me and I couldn't help but let a small grin escape my own face.

Then it came to me like a slap.

Lindsey.

How could I have forgotten about her? I had only been thinking of myself and the man sleeping on my couch. I stood up and quickly walked away from Frank. My breathing sped up even more and I felt guilty entarance my body. Lindsey had done nothing wrong, and I had cheated.

"What's wrong?" I heard Frank whimper from Bernd me. I went and sat on the couch, getting my hands grab my face as I hung my head in shame.

"Lindsey" I chocked out.

"shih, shhh" he cod into my ear after sitting beside me and holding me tight. It felt nice, but didn't call me all the way. "we don't ever have to talk about it, okay? It never happened?" he clarifies to me. I nod into his shoulder and let out a sob.

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