We're reckless but it's okay

I awoke to something being thrown at me and hitting me in the chest. I slowly opened my eyes and saw a pill bottle lying on my chest. I sat up and allowed my eyes to adjust so I could read the bottle. I realized they were my anxiety pills I’d been putting off buying. I looked around and saw Mikey standing near my bed.
“You have to take them, Gee. I know you were putting off buying them.’’ I groaned and he walked out. I looked next to me and Frank was missing. There was a note on my nightstand and I picked it up. It was a note from Frank.

“I had to go home. I hope you sleep well and text me if you want. xofrnk’’ the note read with numbers scribbled on the bottom. I grabbed my phone from the nightstand and entered Frank’s number and named it ‘xofrnk’. I texted him a simple ‘Hey’ and laid back down on the bed with my legs hanging off the side. I got a rush of cold and realized I was still wearing my black and white speedo like underwear and nothing else.

Bruises had already formed on my chest and stomach and when I moved to sit up quickly, a sharp pain shot up through my spine. I was sore everywhere and it hurt to move now that I was more awake and alert. I was about to get up to get some painkillers when my phone went off.

Frank: Hey, Gee. How are you? I smiled at the nickname. A lot of people called me Gee but it felt a lot better to have Frank call me that.

Me: Hey, Frankie. And not so good, I feel like shit and hurt all over. I groaned as a sudden spark of pain shot up through my chest. It didn’t take long for Frank to reply, he obviously wasn’t busy or anything.

Frank: Aw, sorry to hear that Gee. Wanna come over? I can try to make you feel better :) Without really thinking I quickly texted back.

Me: Would love to. He texted me his address and I took a few anxiety pills before getting dressed. It wasn’t going to take long for the side effects to kick in. By the time I get to Frank’s my stutter’s probably going to be back. Fan-fucking-tastic. I quickly tugged on a pair of pants and a Misfits hoodie and my white converse before walking to leave. I limped towards the door, still sore everywhere. It turns out we were out of painkillers so I had to suck it up.

I climbed into my truck and drove to Frank’s house. I felt strangely better since my anxiety had began to subside. It didn’t take too long to get there. He lived closer than I thought. I nervously got out of my car when I arrived and walked up the pathway. I hesitantly knocked on the door and Frank answered relatively quickly.

“Mhm, hey Gee.’’ he said. He looked like he had just woken up but it was really hot. His hair was all ruffled and his eyes a little sleepy. He grabbed my wrist and led me inside. He led me down the same stairs as the other day and into the same room. He sat down on his bed and I stood in front of him. He kissed me and I winced as his hands ran across my chest. “You okay, Gee?’’

“My c-chest and back h-hurts.’’ Damn, the stutter’s back. He lifted up my shirt and examined the bruises. He looked at them for a few moments before putting my shirt back down.

“I’m sorry ba- Gerard. You should take a bath, it’ll help.’’ I thought about it for a second. The idea of taking a bath with Frank didn’t sound that bad.

“Mhm, only if you j-join me.’’ I said, fakley innocent. He smile and stood up and I took that as a yes.

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