Teenagers
Fugitives
The small room I’m lead into is on the third floor. It’s dark. I’ve never seen anything like it.
The windows are nailed shut with only a few strands of light peeking through the old planks, displaying the dust flying around in the air. It is crowded by old desks, chairs and basically any school supply you can think of. It seems to be some kind of old storage room.
To my big surprise this is a part of the school and not from some old zombie horror film. The only things missing are screams and bloody hands breaking through the wooden plates concealing us from the outside world.
Frank smiles at me. “Pretty cool, huh?” He looks mighty impressed, lifting an eyebrow like he’s expecting an answer.
I’m speechless. I mean it’s awesome. It’s more than awesome. It’s fucking amazing, but why has he brought me here?
“Wow… I-I-eeh.” I shrug at a loss of words. What do I even say? What do I do? The silence is getting uncomfortable so I shift my weight and peer up from my shoes at him.
His brown/greenish eyes glance playfully at me through the ear-length black strands of hair covering his face. I see a side of him I’ve never seen before. He seems hesitant, unsure even. The way he’s bending his neck and kicking the ground makes me melt. It’s cute.
I break the silence, blurting out “Why did you bring me here?” I truly am wondering. Why? Why this room? Does it have some special meaning to him? Why is he acting so weird?
His piercing eyes stare at me for a couple of seconds as if he hasn’t heard me but he soon reacts.
“I don’t know… Gee and I used to go here when I needed to talk, when we cut class.” He proclaims.
“Do you want to talk?” I ask, barely finishing my question before I’m cut off.
“No.” he laughs, rubbing his neck.
I don’t get it. Is there something I’m missing?
He takes a careful step towards me and does not move his gaze, not once from my lips.
“No one ever caught us. No one ever comes up here. Talking is the last thing on my mind right now…” His tongue soaks his chapped lips.
I start to understand what he’s implying as he takes another step towards me. My teeth automatically sink into my bottom lip as I think about last night and I feel my stomach flip. I can’t help but blush while he just stands there, looking at me. Studying me.
“I don’t want to do anything you’re uncomfortable with.” he kindly explains, moving even closer. “I understand if you’re not comfortable with all the people right downstairs and what not.” He’s very close now. So close that I can feel every breath of his on my face. He smells of coffee and cigarettes. It reminds me of Gerard.
I smile. I hear everything he’s saying but can’t concentrate on anything but the movement of his lips. I just stand there and stare for a moment, slowly soaking in what’s going on and what’s about to happen.
This is going to be on my terms. He’s going to beg for it. He’s going to wantme.
My breath is shaky from excitement.
Ok, calm down Mikey. You can’t let yourself get carried away, not this time. Make him want it as much as you did and then leave him hanging. Make him feel the way you felt last night.
“So?” he’s getting antsy now, impatient.
I lean in and kiss him a way I’ve never have before. I kiss him softly, tenderly. He fights it, trying to take control but I refuse him, grabbing his hands and shoving him to the only bare wall in the room, right across from the door. He hits it with a thud and something heavy behind us falls to the floor. None of us bother to see what it was. I feel his lips pull into a smile as I run my fingers through his hair.
He definitely wants it rough, but I won’t give that to him yet. He needs to earn it.
We stand there for a couple of minutes, just kissing, him fighting me the whole time; trying to tug my shirt off and unzip my pants, whimpering when I don’t let him. He keeps moving his hands down towards my crotch, but I move them back up to the wall and hold them there for a couple of seconds before he wiggles loose again and tries over. He’s an animal.
Eventually, I give him what he wants. Not to take control but to get it rough. I determinedly push my body towards him, squeezing him to the wall. I feel his ribs expand and collapse as he heaves for air. I’m getting a bit too excited, but choose to ignore it and focus on him.
I run my hands up his shirt and gently trace his ribs. His whole being trembles beneath my fingertips as he shoves himself at me, grabbing a firm grip of my hair.
“Fuuuuck-” Ok, he’s starting to take control. I love it but he’ll never understand the way he makes me feel if I let him do this. What do I do? “-you…” I laugh into his mouth as I grab a firmer hold of his hair, practically tugging it.
I pull his shirt off and harshly claw my fingers up and down his chest, making him groan in pleasure.
I’m suddenly thrown off him as a loud bang sounds behind me.
Franks goes pale. “Shit!” he shouts at only a whisper.
I turn around and am met by the confused gaze of the janitor in the doorway with a broken chair in his hands. It falls to the floor as he just stands there, staring at us. My face heats up like the fires of hell. It takes some time for him to connect the dots, but he eventually seems to understand what’s going on and his expression turns from bewildered to furious.
“What the hell do you guys think you’re doing?!” he yells, veins popping out of his wrinkly forehead. He’s just as red faced as the rest of us.
I look to Frank for one of his smart ass answers, but he looks just as caught off guard as I probably do. Tears sting in the corners of my eyes and I’m on the verge of crying. I hate getting in trouble.
Frank glances at me quickly, wide eyed and trying painfully hard to hold back a smile, before grabbing his shirt in one hand and my hand in the other. Suddenly we’re sprinting past the janitor, almost knocking him over, and out the door. Our loud footsteps are the only noises that echo through the abandoned corridors. I feel like a fugitive as Frank hauls me after him. I guess we kind of are.
We break through the doors of this prison, rushing into the blinding light of this mildly warm day. Our feet keep pressing on until the school is far behind and they have no chance of catching us.
The road we are on is surrounded by widely set trees on either side. This is the road leading to the local park by the ocean. We’re not far from grandma’s old place, actually.
Here Frank bursts into laughter as he leans on my shoulder, wiping the sweat from his brow and completely out of breath. I sigh in relief as I struggle to catch mine. He falls to the concrete sidewalk howling with laughter, tears flowing from his hazel eyes.
“OH- MY- GOD!” he exclaims in-between breaths. I stare at him for a second before collapsing next to him, laughing uncontrollably.
“Fuhuhuck” I manage to spit out. “That was close!”
We lay on the sidewalk for several minutes, laughing hysterically before getting up and brushing off. Frank grabs my hand and we set off in no general direction, walking slowly.
We mess around, talking about everything going on in our heads as we got busted, and he does a perfect impersonation of the grumpy janitor when he first saw us, forcing an uncontrollable giggle from me.
I have been happier these past few weeks with Frank than I ever have been. I’m so grateful. He makes me forget. He makes me want to live again.
I shift my gaze from my shoes as we step onto some dry grass. “Thank you Frank.”
He doesn’t reply, so I look up to see what’s going on. I’m caught off guard when see that we’re standing in the front yard of Gerard’s house. Shit. My feet just led me here. None of us had any clue of where we were going, and Frank looks just as shocked as I am. This was my old route home from school.
Frank looks sympathetically at me as tears well up in my eyes and I notice the world around me start to spin.
All the feelings of Gee’s departure catch up to me. It’s worse than any physical pain anyone could ever cause me. I’m begging for someone to pull me away from this place, but on the other hand I never want to leave. I want to stay here forever and drown in the memories.
The house is completely dark and empty. It’s so cold. Looks like no one’s bought it yet.
My knees give in but for a difference someone is there to catch me. Frank is there to catch me.
He holds me as the air is forced out of my lungs and I clutch my chest. He holds me as unfamiliar screams escape my mouth and I feel my sanity disappear. He holds me as I feel myself become a complete stranger, incapable of any self-control. He holds me even tighter as I relive every moment in my head and as I plead and beg for him to come back. For Gerard to come back.
I collapse into Franks arms, sending him falling to the grass. He does not let go of me, not once.
The way he strokes my back depresses me. It reminds me of the way Gee used to comfort me. It reminds me of the night he told me he was going and I cried. I hated him for it, but not nearly as much as I loved him. I loved him for the way he always stayed strong. For me and for Frankie.
I clench my eyes shut, trying to escape this nightmare. Franks safe arms keep me here though. This is not a dream, and I can’t leave.
Through the sob-filled silence I hear a familiar tune my grandma used to hum to me when I couldn’t get to sleep. Suddenly I’m swept into an extreme exhaustion. The last thing I feel is Franks arms around me as I drift into a warm sleep filled with memories and nostalgia.
The windows are nailed shut with only a few strands of light peeking through the old planks, displaying the dust flying around in the air. It is crowded by old desks, chairs and basically any school supply you can think of. It seems to be some kind of old storage room.
To my big surprise this is a part of the school and not from some old zombie horror film. The only things missing are screams and bloody hands breaking through the wooden plates concealing us from the outside world.
Frank smiles at me. “Pretty cool, huh?” He looks mighty impressed, lifting an eyebrow like he’s expecting an answer.
I’m speechless. I mean it’s awesome. It’s more than awesome. It’s fucking amazing, but why has he brought me here?
“Wow… I-I-eeh.” I shrug at a loss of words. What do I even say? What do I do? The silence is getting uncomfortable so I shift my weight and peer up from my shoes at him.
His brown/greenish eyes glance playfully at me through the ear-length black strands of hair covering his face. I see a side of him I’ve never seen before. He seems hesitant, unsure even. The way he’s bending his neck and kicking the ground makes me melt. It’s cute.
I break the silence, blurting out “Why did you bring me here?” I truly am wondering. Why? Why this room? Does it have some special meaning to him? Why is he acting so weird?
His piercing eyes stare at me for a couple of seconds as if he hasn’t heard me but he soon reacts.
“I don’t know… Gee and I used to go here when I needed to talk, when we cut class.” He proclaims.
“Do you want to talk?” I ask, barely finishing my question before I’m cut off.
“No.” he laughs, rubbing his neck.
I don’t get it. Is there something I’m missing?
He takes a careful step towards me and does not move his gaze, not once from my lips.
“No one ever caught us. No one ever comes up here. Talking is the last thing on my mind right now…” His tongue soaks his chapped lips.
I start to understand what he’s implying as he takes another step towards me. My teeth automatically sink into my bottom lip as I think about last night and I feel my stomach flip. I can’t help but blush while he just stands there, looking at me. Studying me.
“I don’t want to do anything you’re uncomfortable with.” he kindly explains, moving even closer. “I understand if you’re not comfortable with all the people right downstairs and what not.” He’s very close now. So close that I can feel every breath of his on my face. He smells of coffee and cigarettes. It reminds me of Gerard.
I smile. I hear everything he’s saying but can’t concentrate on anything but the movement of his lips. I just stand there and stare for a moment, slowly soaking in what’s going on and what’s about to happen.
This is going to be on my terms. He’s going to beg for it. He’s going to wantme.
My breath is shaky from excitement.
Ok, calm down Mikey. You can’t let yourself get carried away, not this time. Make him want it as much as you did and then leave him hanging. Make him feel the way you felt last night.
“So?” he’s getting antsy now, impatient.
I lean in and kiss him a way I’ve never have before. I kiss him softly, tenderly. He fights it, trying to take control but I refuse him, grabbing his hands and shoving him to the only bare wall in the room, right across from the door. He hits it with a thud and something heavy behind us falls to the floor. None of us bother to see what it was. I feel his lips pull into a smile as I run my fingers through his hair.
He definitely wants it rough, but I won’t give that to him yet. He needs to earn it.
We stand there for a couple of minutes, just kissing, him fighting me the whole time; trying to tug my shirt off and unzip my pants, whimpering when I don’t let him. He keeps moving his hands down towards my crotch, but I move them back up to the wall and hold them there for a couple of seconds before he wiggles loose again and tries over. He’s an animal.
Eventually, I give him what he wants. Not to take control but to get it rough. I determinedly push my body towards him, squeezing him to the wall. I feel his ribs expand and collapse as he heaves for air. I’m getting a bit too excited, but choose to ignore it and focus on him.
I run my hands up his shirt and gently trace his ribs. His whole being trembles beneath my fingertips as he shoves himself at me, grabbing a firm grip of my hair.
“Fuuuuck-” Ok, he’s starting to take control. I love it but he’ll never understand the way he makes me feel if I let him do this. What do I do? “-you…” I laugh into his mouth as I grab a firmer hold of his hair, practically tugging it.
I pull his shirt off and harshly claw my fingers up and down his chest, making him groan in pleasure.
I’m suddenly thrown off him as a loud bang sounds behind me.
Franks goes pale. “Shit!” he shouts at only a whisper.
I turn around and am met by the confused gaze of the janitor in the doorway with a broken chair in his hands. It falls to the floor as he just stands there, staring at us. My face heats up like the fires of hell. It takes some time for him to connect the dots, but he eventually seems to understand what’s going on and his expression turns from bewildered to furious.
“What the hell do you guys think you’re doing?!” he yells, veins popping out of his wrinkly forehead. He’s just as red faced as the rest of us.
I look to Frank for one of his smart ass answers, but he looks just as caught off guard as I probably do. Tears sting in the corners of my eyes and I’m on the verge of crying. I hate getting in trouble.
Frank glances at me quickly, wide eyed and trying painfully hard to hold back a smile, before grabbing his shirt in one hand and my hand in the other. Suddenly we’re sprinting past the janitor, almost knocking him over, and out the door. Our loud footsteps are the only noises that echo through the abandoned corridors. I feel like a fugitive as Frank hauls me after him. I guess we kind of are.
We break through the doors of this prison, rushing into the blinding light of this mildly warm day. Our feet keep pressing on until the school is far behind and they have no chance of catching us.
The road we are on is surrounded by widely set trees on either side. This is the road leading to the local park by the ocean. We’re not far from grandma’s old place, actually.
Here Frank bursts into laughter as he leans on my shoulder, wiping the sweat from his brow and completely out of breath. I sigh in relief as I struggle to catch mine. He falls to the concrete sidewalk howling with laughter, tears flowing from his hazel eyes.
“OH- MY- GOD!” he exclaims in-between breaths. I stare at him for a second before collapsing next to him, laughing uncontrollably.
“Fuhuhuck” I manage to spit out. “That was close!”
We lay on the sidewalk for several minutes, laughing hysterically before getting up and brushing off. Frank grabs my hand and we set off in no general direction, walking slowly.
We mess around, talking about everything going on in our heads as we got busted, and he does a perfect impersonation of the grumpy janitor when he first saw us, forcing an uncontrollable giggle from me.
I have been happier these past few weeks with Frank than I ever have been. I’m so grateful. He makes me forget. He makes me want to live again.
I shift my gaze from my shoes as we step onto some dry grass. “Thank you Frank.”
He doesn’t reply, so I look up to see what’s going on. I’m caught off guard when see that we’re standing in the front yard of Gerard’s house. Shit. My feet just led me here. None of us had any clue of where we were going, and Frank looks just as shocked as I am. This was my old route home from school.
Frank looks sympathetically at me as tears well up in my eyes and I notice the world around me start to spin.
All the feelings of Gee’s departure catch up to me. It’s worse than any physical pain anyone could ever cause me. I’m begging for someone to pull me away from this place, but on the other hand I never want to leave. I want to stay here forever and drown in the memories.
The house is completely dark and empty. It’s so cold. Looks like no one’s bought it yet.
My knees give in but for a difference someone is there to catch me. Frank is there to catch me.
He holds me as the air is forced out of my lungs and I clutch my chest. He holds me as unfamiliar screams escape my mouth and I feel my sanity disappear. He holds me as I feel myself become a complete stranger, incapable of any self-control. He holds me even tighter as I relive every moment in my head and as I plead and beg for him to come back. For Gerard to come back.
I collapse into Franks arms, sending him falling to the grass. He does not let go of me, not once.
The way he strokes my back depresses me. It reminds me of the way Gee used to comfort me. It reminds me of the night he told me he was going and I cried. I hated him for it, but not nearly as much as I loved him. I loved him for the way he always stayed strong. For me and for Frankie.
I clench my eyes shut, trying to escape this nightmare. Franks safe arms keep me here though. This is not a dream, and I can’t leave.
Through the sob-filled silence I hear a familiar tune my grandma used to hum to me when I couldn’t get to sleep. Suddenly I’m swept into an extreme exhaustion. The last thing I feel is Franks arms around me as I drift into a warm sleep filled with memories and nostalgia.
11/2/13