Vacation Doesn't Count

“POV Frank”

You know that drink called sex on the beach? Cool. Because even though summer went by too quickly, and most of it is a blur because I got so wasted all the time;

I’m certain that I actually did have sex. On the beach.

When my parents told me we were going to France in the summer I thought:
Oh fuck. I don’t know French. That’s way too much sun. How the fuck am I going to survive?!

So turns out we were going to an American camping with (thank god) lots of shade.
I never like to interact with people, I get isolated with my music and makeup, but for once in my life I am very happy my parents forced me to talk to other people. Kids. Teenagers. Some popular who were always at the pool (even though there was a beach like what) hanging out in big groups, and then the people that actually never talk to anybody. And then the people who did nothing all day and then around 7 (after dinner) go to the club to party, or go to the beach with this huge bonfire and lots of alcohol. Um, yes please. I never talk to people. But when I realized those people existed, I realized people can be like me, and I could actually get friends this summer.

So as I started hanging out with them every night I got to know them all better and better and I got along with some better than others, and could hang out with them during the day.
After about a week of my parents tanning during the day and having a nice glass of wine at night, and me sleeping till 4 and then eating a bit and then go party. That’s when everything changed. I thought this vacation was going well, thought it was the best I had had in so many years. But it just kept getting better.

As I went to the party one night, a little later than usual since my parents didn’t want me getting drunk again too badly; they had kept me to lecture me (ugh, always the same with parents no matter where and when you are). I walked in on Matt (one of my better friends) introducing the hottest human being I had ever seen in my entire life.

I mean girls with perfectly shaped bikini bodies wearing short shorts and a crop top are hot, but damn. This boy. It’s like angels decided this one should come down to earth, as he looked at me a felt my cheeks grow hot and him just looking at me. Hoping he would take me to heaven sometime I leaned in a little closer and took out a pen, at first the boy looked confused, then extremely happy, then confused again. Looking at his facial expressions made me desire him even more. I quickly wrote my number down on his hand, but before the night was even over; the number had washed off of his pale perfect skin, and we hadn’t talked all night. This boy was different, he was like me; not just with the fact he wore eyeliner and had dark long-ish hair. No, he wore the same type of skinny jeans, and wore tee’s from bands I like too. Also just the way he looked at me was different. Right about every night I would look around to see if I could find him, and I always found him with the same wandering look I had. We looked for each other; we’d stare at each other. But, we wouldn’t talk to each other for some reason.

One night Matt made us talk, and then left. This perfect human being stood before me and we just stared at each other. He was probably thinking what a potato I was and how ugly I am, as I was thinking quite the opposite; how could god have sent down such an amazing person and that I actually had the chance to meet him.

After a few minutes of just staring up at his beautiful face I closed my eyes thinking what an idiot I was and how I couldn’t talk to him; soon enough I felt something softly pressing against my lips, heat, movement. I slightly opened my eyes to make sure I wasn’t dreaming and to make sure it was really the angelic human who had stood before me just seconds before me. As I realized it was, that perfect person was kissing me. A potato. Woah. I closed my eyes again hoping he wouldn’t stop kissing me, pressing my lips to his. Ever so slightly opening my mouth; and immediately feeling his tongue glide in, licking my lips; and meeting my tongue. As our lips and tongues moved together it felt like nobody else was there, and it was only us on the camping; only us in the universe. I let my hands glide over his back, and felt him do the same. After what seemed like forever, I was pulled out of the trance of perfection because Matt was coughing overly exaggeratively to get our attention. As I felt myself get red, I looked at the boy next to me who was now holding my ass, smile slyly and keep his cool. Smiling shyly I looked back up at Matt and he grinned and said,

“well I think you guys will get along just fine… anyway, Frank; this is Gerard. Hope you have fun.”

After the last sentence he kind of winked at me which made me feel like this was a set up, but the fact that Gerard then looked at me and whispered,

“let’s get out of here”.

Made me forget my worries, and I let myself be practically dragged along over to a darker, more private area of the beach.

Notes

*smirk*
this is going to be a shitty smut fic lmao
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