Demoralized Prey

Song of the Chapter: With You -Chris Brown

Unfortunately, I did eventually pass out. I mean I hung on 'til I reached about 4 pints worth of blood fall. In all honesty I hadn't eaten much so that could've been why my energy gave out so quickly. Frank was quick to start patching me up, but I slapped his hand away up until I blacked out. Last thing I wanted was for it to end even quicker.

"Gerard!! Oh my god..s-stop it! I can't!" He giggled out between gasps as I tickled the living day lights out of him.

"Ah ah Frankie, what's the magic word?" I teased.

"P-p-please! Let me go! I..I..I can't t-take it a-anymore!"

"Say it."

"N-no. D-don't make m-me. Please!" He pleaded.

"Now Frankie." I demanded lightly.

"F-fine! J-j-just let me g-go!! I can't s-say it, if you're t-tickling me!"

I released my grasp on his chest and slowly pulled my hand away from his underarm. "Say it." I dragged out each word.

He panted for a second before catching his breath and stopping. "No."

And with that he took off down the field. I ran after him as the wind was whipping through the air. In my favor, it made him slow down significantly when he got to the skate hill. I immediately caught up to him and tackled him to the floor. Again.

"Okay! Okay! Fine. I'll say it! I'll say it!" He paused. "Gerard, I want to..." He cringed. "...go out with Laura Evergreen and...blah...tell her how much I like her." He shook in disgust.

"Aha! Why do you hate her so much? You look like you died saying that!"

"I don't hate her, I just don't like her like that. I haven't ever really liked anyone like that before, except recently..."

"Really? Who Frankie!" I smiled at the new information.

"Okay let me just state, it's not a chic. It's a dude. And before you gawk and ask, yes I'm gay and if you haven't realized than maybe I'll just get Mikey to give you his glasses." He stated bluntly.

"Frankie, I know you're gay! Obviously, I mean what kind of friend would I be if I didn't peer into your phone and read your poetry." I smiled a little sheepishly.

"You what?!"

"I'm sorry, I'm sorry! It's just that I was taking pictures on your phone and then a thing came up on your poetry app and then I read some and it was really good and I jus--"

He cut off my rambling before it got too out of hand. "Gee! Gee, it's alright, really. I just wasn't expecting you to already know. That's all." He paused. "..you don't, ya know, have a problem...with it, right?"

"What! Of course not Frankie!! I'm not a fucking hypocrite." My eyes grew wide as I realized that I just outed myself.

"Wait...you?" He looked confused, yet quite relieved.

"Uh, well, ya know..maybe, I mean...yeah I guess." I was fumbling with my fingers mindlessly.

It was quiet between us, but not uncomfortably. I could've sworn I heard him whisper "that's great" but I just brushed it off as a figment of my imagination. That was until he leaped up from the concrete ledge and straddled me. I was surprised but I didn't protest. He just started playing with my hair like he always had and I rested my head on his shoulder. I only wanted to make him feel more comfortable, but soon enough he'd lifted my head to his level and placed a small weak kiss on my cheek. I turned to look at him eye to eye and for a moment I swore the whole world had stopped around us and we were just frozen. We exchanged a look for a few moments before we simultaneously made the decision to crash into each other and kiss ourselves to sweet heaven. We eventually parted for air.

Once he'd caught his breath, he looked back at me. "Hey, can I ask you something?" He smiled.

"Of course Frankie, what's up?"

"Can you be in love at 15? Or is that just like a hormonal facade?"

"Well, unless I'm being supremely hormonal right now and for the past 2 years straight, I'm pretty sure it's possible." I looked away with the hope that he hadn't just understood what I was cluing to.

"Me too." And with that he grabbed me again and kissed me. This time it was full of lust and desperation, but still passionate and magical.

Yeah, I'm cheesy. Get over it.

That was the day that I found out that I was in love with Frank Anthony Iero. Or more accepted the fact. The rest was history.

Until I decided to go crazy.

Notes

Two in a night!
Alright, get ready for the next spin
Don't worry the coaster drops about 3 feet
After the second spin
So hold on to them seat holsters
Love You Pickles!
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-AToxicKilljoy