Sickness

Time has passed quickly at Frank’s apartment, hours turned into days and days turned into two whole weeks, my whatever I had went away just a couple days ago, thanks to Frank and his off counter medicine that he made sure I take them frequently and bought more just in case it returns, and no matter how much I protested that he needed to stop wasting his money on me he said that he will not have a missing person die in his apartment and have to face a bigger lawsuit at first I thought he was being serious and that maybe all the medicine he’s pumping into my body is nothing just to get me off his back quickly, but now it’s been a couple of days and I feel fine, no snot, no cough… okay that;s a bit of a lie the cough is still there but not that bad thankfully Frank has let me bum some cigarettes off him all I know is my first ever paycheck is bound to be my way of repaying him for all of this, he even went out to buy me some clothes, they’re not cheap nor expensive they’re okay, they’re enough for me and the thought is all that matters.

It’s Friday night and Frank has a gig tonight and he said that if I wasn’t on the news at all he would consider taking me with him and stay backstage till they finish the venue but even I know that if I go I might end up being ‘found’ when that’s the last thing I need right now. Frank has been going out more this week having band practice for this this upcoming event sometimes I miss him not being around I mean it’s his apartment there isn’t much for me to do although he did let me rummage through his comic book collection and his dvd which to my luck we shared the same love for horror movies, so I spent most my nights watching DVD’s and re-run shows on his Tv till he came back. So tonight I settled into watching Friday the 13th, because it is a Friday night and it so happens to be Friday the 13th, Frank made extra sure I’d have enough snacks lying in the cupboards and being here for two whole weeks he made made feel like it was my own home without a bedroom, but who needs a bedroom when I am crashing on a sofa bed as comfortable as a bed?.

I was only halfway through the movie till the apartment door opened up and in came Frank looking exhausted as always but as he saw me he smiles lightly and sets his guitar down next to the door;

“Hey” he says closing the door behind him and looking at the Tv “Oh Friday the 13th, I love this movie and luckily it’s only halfway through it” he continued sitting down on the sofa next to me and stealing my bowl of popcorn thats been sitting on my thighs. “Hey to you too, you’re home early” I say glancing at the clock and then back at him, he is earlier than usual.
He grabbed a handful of popcorn and stuffed his face with it; “Yea the boys stopped early cause they wanted to go out and grab some drinks” .

“And you didn’t go because?” I asked looking at him, my heart always missing a beat everytime our eyes meet and at this moment that exactly what is happening he shrugged and threw a popcorn at me. “Because, I don’t like to think how boring you must get all alone in this cramped up apartment so I decided to come home and binge watch movies with you, you’re like my roommate now” he said and this is the time I thank god the room is poorly lit cause I feel my cheeks burning up, aweh he missed drinking out with his buddies to spend time with me, the kid he found in the middle of nowhere. “Oh, wow thanks for the thought but I wouldn’t mind if you went out like it’s better here, I mean if I was at school I’ll probably be on my own in my dorm or behind a locker door” I said frowning a bit as I turned my gaze back to the movie watching Jason Slitting someone's throat with a chainsaw. “Yeah, about that Gerard, we seriously need to think about getting you back to schoo-” Frank was cut off by someone banging at the door; “HEY SHORT STUFF OPEN UP” someone could be heard yelling from the other end as their hand kept knocking at the frame, well I hope it’s their hand, I hear Frank curse underneath his breath and quickly stand up, pushing the bowl back onto my hips, he quickly made his way towards the door and hesitated for a moment before slightly opening the door. “PETE” he said trying to sound happy to see his friend?. “What are you doing here? Weren’t you guys suppose to be out getting drunk somewhere?” Frank said again I hear a giggle, I suppose those are his band mates? “Well, we did go out to the 24/7 convenience store and bought some good non-cheap beer” another voice said this time. “Uhm Frank, are you hiding something?” the guy who I think is Pete said, and then Frank was pushed with the door and two man walked into his apartment I was so confused as Frank cursed more and shook his head “Don’t you guy know what fucking privacy is?!” he said as he closed the door shut, I tried to become invisible like I was not there but I am not magician who can make myself disappear both the man which were about Frank’s height looked at me shocked and confused, one of the man had blonde hair and was rather skinny with a whole lot tattoo’s honestly he looks like he’s another version of Frank but Frank is more fucking gorgeous the other one was wearing glasses and his brown hair fell against his full cheeks and he was wearing a Fedora? People are still wearing those. “Fraaank? Who’s the handsome guy?” the blonde one asked setting one of their paper bags on the table. “Pete don’t fucking scare the kid with your creepiness” the other said following Pete behind. Frank looked at me a bit panicked and walked towards them sighing. “So who is he?” blondie said dragging a chair from the table, sat on it and dug out for I presume is a beer can in the bags. “He looks familiar” the other said and Frank ran a hand through his hair. “Yeah of course he looks familiar, he was on the news two week ago he’s the run-away. FRANK why are you keeping a Run-away-”

“Frank’s a kidnapper?! How come we didn’t know that we’ve known you for so lon-”
“Just Shut the fuck up! It’s not like that” Frank shouted over his friends voice, I sunk on the couch and tried to hide best I really don’t know what I should do, these people aren’t supposed to be here and they weren’t supposed to see me.

Frank started to say how he found me in the middle of nowhere and you know how it goes. They seemed to understand the story as they both apologised to ME for thinking Frank kidnapped me.

“They’re a bunch of assholes Gerard, That’s Pete the weird blonde looking one and the other is Patrick” they said Hi together and Pete dug back into the bag and brought out a can of beer “Beer?” he said followed by Patrick slapping his hand away “He’s a kid he’s not supposed to drink beer you fucking idiot”. “We’ll he’s not supposed to smoke and he’s smoking so a beer won’t kill him” Pete justified, I reached for the can, opened it with a click and brought it to my lips, it’s not my first and it’s been a while since I tasted the bitter taste of a good beer, I sighed at the taste and thanked them.

Through the night I found out how hyperactive Pete is, he’s like a child yet he’s fun to hang out with, Patrick he’s more serious he’s like the balance of them, Frank is a total different person around them he’s like Pete or it could be the beer, also I found out that these weren’t really his bandmates just a couple of ‘losers’ who hung out at their garage, apparently not everyone came to visit Frank cause his apartment is too shitty. Frank is more talkative and relaxed around them although they mostly insult each other in every possible sentence they seem to be used to it. Well me i’m just being awkward, talking to whoever acknowledges me and then that’s it, I never was great with big groups and my only friend back home was brother expect for Billie, but Billie was another story, when we hung out we usually just stay quiet in each other’s company we rarely spoke, unless moaning and cursing is a form of conversation than yes we did that, but no so much only when we had the chance. Thinking about it now our relationship was nothing but dull, in public we acted like we’re just friends.. Then again we rarely went out in public… A snap of fingers in front of my face brought be back to the real world from my thoughts they were Franks and he looked different?, his eyes were barely open and he had a dopey smile in his other hand he had a rolled up cigarette in it and brought it to my direction “I...know I may regret this in the morning be-cau-se I am an adult, but you seem tense here have some” he said his words slurring, he was swinging in his chair and then the smell hit me, it wasn’t tobacco what they were smoking this was something else, something I’ve tried before so I knew exactly it’s effects but smoking and drinking that’s just...something I never did. I looked around the room and Pete matched Frank right now he too was having trouble trying to stay still from swaying but he kept giggling every now and then, and Patrick boy Patrick was throwing daggers at Frank his piercing look and scowl could cut someone’s hand off. “Frank, don’t fucking dare do this he’s a kid it’s bad that he smokes and he’s drinking you can’t give him a spliff” Patrick protested trying to smack the roll up from Frank’s hand, Frank in his state was faster and everytime Patrick missed he would stick his tongue out at him and giggle with blondie in the back in a hysterical laughing fit. I reached for his hand and took the roll up and brought it to my lips “ I can make my own choices I’m not twelve I’m fifteen for crying out loud I’ll be legal in a few months” I said and Frank smiled at fedora hat dude and called him a party pooper, I brought the burning roll up to my lips and exhaled, the toxins from the natural plant filling my lungs and immediately relaxed my body, I could tell it was not synthetic I could feel my lips going numb while I passed the joint back to Frank his smile never leaving his face as he took a drag himself;

“I am thinking, we are passing the joint between us three does that mean we’re making out?” Pete says his eyes wide, I frowned and Frank did so,”I am thinking how much of a fucking idiot you are” Frank replies blowing the smoke through his nose looking at Patrick “Come on man, loosen up a bit take a drag and relax stop trying to be reeeesponsiiible” Frank continued leaning against the table and waved the roll up in front of Pat’s face, Pat looked at me and then sighed taking the thing and joining the party.

Pete kept going on about how we are basically kissing one and other from smoking from the same cigarette because according to his scientific calculations we’re exchanging saliva and that’s what happens when you make out with someone which caused Frank to shiver and say that the last person he wanted to kiss on earth was him.

Time went by slowly yet so fast and Frank’s friends decided it was time to leave by that time my body was already searching for something to huddle up against, I had one of the couch pillows hugged tightly against my chest but it wasn’t enough I felt like I needed something bigger, Frank plopped down on the couch next to me and rested his head against the back of the couch then he looked at me and smiled “I feel so fuzzy” he said and laughed, I laughed too and agreed with him cause so do I, looking at him isn’t helping my state right now and I knew that some pot has weird side effects to it and I know those side effects are the ones I was not prepared for tonight especially when you’re sitting next to an incredible drop dead gorgeous man who is twice your age. I felt the couch shift underneath me and then felt something against my thigh I looked down and noticed that Frank was incredibly close right now his thigh touching mine, I gazed up at him and he was still staring at me his eyes sparkling;

“You have no idea the self control I have right now” he spoke again and I couldn’t help but bite down on my own lips cause that self control is something I am dealing with it. “You look so innocent so fragile and there are so many things going through my head right now that even if you were an adult in the eyes of law they would deem my thoughts fucking illegal” he continued, his eyes never leaving mine.

“And what are those things?” I asked feeling my heart starting to beat faster in my chest as he inched a little closer to me, he bit his own bottom lip and his eyes scattered down and up my body; “You’d like to know huh?” he raised his eyebrows, his voice full of lust and his eyes darkening and fuck yea I want to know, my body is burning to know what he wants to do, and as much as I feel drunk and high off my socks I can still know that ever since I’ve laid my eyes on this stranger/roommate now is that I wanted him to just have his way with me. I smirked and cocked my own eyebrow at him; “Of course I do, there is no harm in saying stuff”, his smile turned into a smirk and turned himself looking at me “how about I show you?” and before I knew his lips were onto mine again sending waves of emotions down and up my body, his hand snaked onto my hair lightly tugging on it and instead of pulling back he depend the kiss, his tongue dancing with mine and that’s when I knew there was no turning back from this.

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