The High School Experience

“that’s 3. And I am not pretty.”
“oh you frankie, dear, are very pretty. Your turn” why is him calling me pretty giving me butterflies?
“what makes you think im pretty” frank what the fuck are you doing.
“everything. Your hazel green eyes, brown short hair, and especially those little pink lips of yours. That’s 1”
Butterflies.
“do you like my lips” why cant I control my fucking tongue
“yes. I really do. Just like you like mine.”
“I don’t.”
“staring at my lips most of the time and sometimes licking your own lips while staring, I think that means you do like my lips, frankie. 1 question left.”
I was having so many butterflies at this moment and I was breathing weird.
“what are you thinking right now?” what the hell was I thinking
“im thinking that I really really want to kiss you right now.”
“do it.” I didn’t even have to repeat myself before gerard launched himself forward, pulling my face closer to his. This was new to me and I had no idea what to do. But I was really fucking liking this. Gerard fixed his legs and got closer and kissed me harder. We were both starting to loose breath so he pulled back, we were both panting.
“oh my god” he kept his eyes closed and rested his head on mine. i just looked at him as he tried to get breathing back to normal. He finally looked at me and smiled a little and I smiled, nervously, back.
“i gotta say, frank. For never having a first kiss, you sure are good at it.” He laughed and pecked my lips before pulling away and sat across from me, just closer this time. I pulled my knees to my chest
“frankie?”
“gerard.”
“who’s the person who makes you feel weird?” well no point in hiding it now
“you.” He smiled.
“did you like kissing me?” he asked. I really did
“I did. It was..nice.” I replied in a low voice.
“does that mean you like me?”
“i… i-I don’t know” I couldn’t possibly like him, could i? im not gay, right?
“I don’t think im gay” I said right after
“but you liked the kissing” I nodded slowly to his question. He silently did an ‘oh’ while looking out my window, then back at me. he smiled at me then started to get close to me again, and I wasn’t pulling away. I lowered my legs and he was face to face with me again. My breath hitched. He pressed a soft kiss on my cheek and sat with his legs hanging off my bed.
“what are you doing?” I asked him.
“putting my shoes back on”
“why? You’re leaving already?”
“yes,” he turned to look at me “or does frankie still want me here?”

Notes

HOLY SHIT IM SORRY IM TERRIBLE
okay so im so sorry i was gone for 2 months, at first in the beggining of summer i was camping for a week then started summer school and was way to tired to type anything always and i also couldnt find my charger but hey! im back and got much for you guys to read so here you go! SORRY I DIDNT UPDATE