Oh, Baby Let Me In

I stubbed out my cigarette on the concrete of the front porch as I bit my lip while thinking about Frank. I sighed to myself as I flicked the cigarette butt onto the ground. I'm not too sure what to think. I hardly know this guy and I can't help but to wonder if he thinks about me the way I think about him.

My train of thought was ruined when Mikey opened up the front door and stepped out onto the porch. He shut the door behind me and took a seat right next to me.

"You've been acting weird lately. Is everything okay?"
I turned slightly to face him. "Yeah. Everything is fine. Why?"
"I don't know. You're just more quiet."

I bit my lip softly before I answered him. Of course there's something wrong, but I was not gonna tell my brother that I may or may not be into his friend.

"Don't worry about me. I promise you, nothing is wrong."
"Okay. I was only making sure." Then he got up and went back into the house.

I lit up another cigarette before I went back inside as well.

I retired to the basement for the next 3 hours. I was drawing in my sketchpad for quite some time. Once I was satisfied with the sketch, I colored it in with colored pencils. I sat the completed picture next to me as I sat back on my bed. I drew a skeleton holding black roses. I usually draw the first thing that pops into my mind.

I carefully shut my sketchpad and out it away on top of my desk, placing the colored pencils next to it. I was thirsty now, so I decided to go to the kitchen to get something to quench my thirst.

What I didn't expect to see was Frank and Mikey coming out of my brother's bedroom laughing. I was so into my art that I didn't seem to notice anyone else was here.

"Hi." Frank greets me with a smile.

I can feel myself blush so I manage a tiny wave just as I made my way to the refrigerator. I took out a can of Dr. Pepper and cracked it open. I leaned back against the refrigerator and pushed a hand into one of my jean pockets.

"What are you two up to?"
"Uh, nothing really. I was just showing Frank some of my comic books."
"Yeah! Mikey tells me you love comic books too." He said with a smirk.
I nodded my head. "Mmhmm. I do."
"Sweet! Maybe you can show me yours some time? Mikey told me you that you own way more than he does."
"Haha. Yeah. That's true actually."
"Nice. Can't wait." Frank replied with a wink.

I giggled a bit and removed my hand from my pocket and took a few sips of my Dr. Pepper.

It was silent for a moment until a voice spoke.

"Do you wanna do something with us?" Frank asked me with a somewhat hopeful expression on his face.

I had to clench my mouth shut or else my jaw would have dropped open in shock.

"I-I would love to." I looked at Mikey, hoping he wouldn't mind me tagging along to whatever we will be doing.
"That's a great idea."

I sighed in relief. Thank God. I was hoping he wouldn't say no to me.

"Wanna go to the bar?" Mikey asked us.
"Hmmm..sure." I say. "Let me go take a shower first. That okay?"
Mikey agreed. "Yep. We'll leave in an hour. That gives you plenty of time."

With that said, I descended into my room and went to my dresser and took out yet another black pair of skinny jeans. After that, I headed to the closet too look for a shirt. I found one that seemed to work and gathered the rest of my clothes I needed and threw them on my bed.

I stripped my clothes off and put them in my white laundry basket. I flicked on the bathroom light and slid the shower door open and turned the water on before stepping in and closing the door.

****
I quickly turned the shower off, and stepped out of the shower onto the green carpet. I reached over to the towel rack and grabbed the fluffy purple towel to dry myself off with. Then, I dried my hair and got my clothes on. I put the towel back on the rack.

I gently brushed my hair and applied my eyeliner. I even put some reddish eyeshadow on. I walked back into my room, and rummaged through one of my plastic bins. I took out a hair dryer that our mom gave me. She said with how my long hair is, I need it.

I plugged it the hair dryer. I turned it on and tilted my head towards the floor and got to working on drying my hair. When my hair was completely dry, I plugged in my hair straightener and straightened my hair.

As I was finishing up getting myself ready, I hear footsteps coming near the bathroom. It was Frank.

****
(Frank's P.O.V.)

"Yo, are you ready dude?"

I gasped when I looked right at Gerard's face. He was looking even more gorgeous than usual. He did his hair and he put on eyeliner and eyeshadow! I was speechless. I could not believe I was looking at such beauty.

I was so entranced by Gerard, I didn't hear him talking to me.

"Frank? Hellooooo. Earth to Frank. Did you hear me? I said I'm ready."
"My face turned a bright red as I sputtered out a reply. "O-okay. Y-yeah. Good."

Gerard laughed at me and shook his head while grabbed his wallet off his dresser, stuffing it in his back pocket and went upstairs. I face-palmed myself when I knew Gerard was out of sight. Could I be anymore of a dork?

I took a deep breath and followed Gerard upstairs to meet Mikey so we could go to the bar. Within minutes, we exited the house and got into my car. Mikey called shotgun so he beat Gerard to it. I put the key in the ignition, turned the key, stepped on the gas, and sped out of the driveway.

Twelve minutes later, the three of us arrived at the bar.We got out of my car and I made sure all the doors were locked before going inside.

There weren't too many people there. It was going on 7:00 P.M. I didn't mind it not being so crowded. I liked it with less people. Less noise too. We each ordered a Miller Light beer and drank. There was a special that night on Miller Light so we got those since it was cheaper, even though that one isn't a particular favorite.

We now had two beers each. Except for Gerard who just ordered a third.

"Gerard, you should slow down."
"I'm good." He said as he gulped down some of the beer and sat it down on the bar top.
"Seriously, Gerard. You're already on your third beer." Mikey interjected.
"Pshh. It's fine. I'm fine."
I raised an eyebrow at him and sighed. "Fine. Just be careful okay?"

"Yep." Was all he said before he took another gulp of beer and ordered another one.

Gerard finished his beer. I ordered another one. Mikey said he wasn't going to drink anymore so we could get home in once piece. He's very responsible. Not saying that I'm not, but it's good to see someone doesn't want us to die on the way back.

"I have to piss." Gerard blurts out and slides off the bar stool. He was going in the direction of the bathrooms.

I bit my lip and told Mikey that I have to use the bathroom too. I hopped down off my stool and went into the men's bathroom. I looked around for Gerard and he was doing his business like he said he had to.

He zipped up his tight black skinny jeans and shuffled over to the sink. He turned the faucet on and started to wash his hands. He dried them off on his jeans. and looked up at me and grinned.

He must have saw I was staring..er..watching him. In all honesty, I just wanted to check on him. The alcohol seemed to be hitting him rather quickly. I gave a small smile back and unzipped my own jeans and stood in front of the urinal. I zipped my jeans back up and washed my hands. I was going to grab a paper towel when Gerard nearly scared the hell out of me. He was still standing there with that grin on his face.

"W-what are you looking at?" I stuttered in confusion.

He kept that same stupid grin on his face and didn't say a word. Instead, he inched closer to me. I could feel my heart rate speed up a little bit. Soon, the gap between us was closed and I felt Gerard's soft lips against my own. I managed to kiss him back, not really sure what was happening.

As fast it began, it was over even sooner and Gerard was giggling as he walked out of the bathroom leaving me dumbfounded.

What the fuck just happened?

When I got back to the table Mikey asked if I was ready to go. I nodded and we threw money down onto the bar and left. We got into the car and Mikey drove us back to their house.

Mikey told me that I could stay because he would feel better knowing I wouldn't be driving home after drinking even though he drank before he drove us. He's not so much of a light weight so he's normally the designated driver.

Mikey disappeared and returned with a pillow, a sheet and a blanket for me. We said our goodnights to each other and he went to his room to go to bed. Gerard already went to his room I was assuming.

He hasn't said a word to me since he kissed me in the bathroom. I figured he was drunk. I decided it was best to forget what happened. I removed my jeans and crawled under the blankets on the couch and shut my eyes. In no time, I was fast asleep.

****
(Gerard's P.O.V.)

I groaned and rolled over onto my side and pulled my blanket up over my head. My head was throbbing. How much did I drink last night?

I groaned again and rolled out of bed and went to my bathroom and took the Tylenol out of the medicine cabinet. I popped the pills in my mouth, one at a time, and stuck my mouth at the faucet. I tilted my head back as the pills slid down my throat.

I patted my hair down and layed back down on my bed. I was not ready to wake up yet. I woke up around 12:50 and sluggishly went upstairs. Mikey was on the couch with a cup of coffee in his hand. Mikey was sitting at the kitchen table eating a bagel.

I greeted Frank and Mikey. There was already a cup of coffee waiting for me so I just put it in the microwave for 30 seconds to warm it up. I took the cup out of the microwave and blew on it before I sipped it.

I sat down across from Frank and I remembered what happened last night at the bar. I kissed Frank! I nearly dropped my cup and gasped.

"Frank. I need to talk to you. NOW."

Frank made a surprised noise and stood up from his chair and I motioned for him to follow me into the basement.

"I kissed you. Didn't I?"
"Y-yeah you did."
Shit. "I'm sorry. It was stupid. It was a mistake. I was drunk. It will never happen again."
Frank actually seemed to frown a bit. "It's alright. I understand."
"You aren't mad are you?"
He shook his head. "No. No. Not mad at all."
"Good." I hugged him and Frank hugged me back with some hesitation.
I pulled away from him and smiled. "Let's go back upstairs."

I was mentally slapping myself. I drunkenly kissed Frank. He probably hates me now. I was just so attracted to Frank and couldn't control what I was doing. Ugh. I really fucked up whatever this is.

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