The Only Way

"Frank! Waitttt!" April was running behind me

Gerard had just dropped me off, a couple minutes ago and I was about to open my front door.

"Humm..what the fuck are you doing here?"

"I followed you."

I had just noticed her car parked on the other side of the street. An old crown victoria painted half blue and grey.

"Mr. Way dropped you off right?" She asked.

" Yeah, we took a walk after therapy.."

"But..." How could you.." I just realised...how could she have followed us?

"Yeah I've been stalking you a bit.." She admitted, blushing.

"I was in the neighborhood the other day and I saw you coming out of school and I..kinda followed you home. And well you mentionned that you had detention and that your mother wouldn't drive you so.. I ended up waiting for you at the end of the session, to give you a lift, but then I saw you leave with Mr. Way."

I looked at her wide eyed. She had the instinct of a serial killer.

"I'm kinda bored, alright? And I like you." She said, defending herself.

Bored was a way to put it...I took a moment to think. What did I do when I was bored?..Humm..
Let's see..playing video games, or guitar, watching t.v, reading, surfing online. Nope. Stalking someone was definitively not on my list.

"Well..now that you're here, we might as well hang out."

"Yeah it would be pretty rad." She answered, all excited.

I had no choice to get used to her weird ways of connecting with people. It was better to surrender to her friendship than to fight it.

"Alright, come inside then."

I knew my dad wouldn't mind since April was a girl. We went directly to my room.

"We are now entering in the natural habitat of the beast. I might be the first girl to enter her, folks." She said looking around, acting she was hosting a show on the discovery channel.

"Yeah, alright." I rolled my eyes.

"Yup, your room looks just like you. Depressing, dark but in a totally cute way".

"Thanks..I guess." I wasn't sure if it was meant to be a compliment or not.

She was touching everything around the room, commenting on the Misfits poster on my wall, on the color of my beadspread, even my fucking clothes.

"Digging the whole "I'm in pain, no one gets me" style."

"Go to hell." I said, not really upset.

"Oh baby we both already are" She winked.

"So you seem, preoccupied. What's going on in that little head of yours?" She asked, sitting on my bed.
Oh hell, I really needed to talk about the conversation I just had with Gerard.

"I don't know what to think about Gerard."

"Something's going on between you too."

"Nothing's going on, it's just that I have a crush on him."

"Tell me something I don't already know"

"What do you mean exactly by something's going on between us?"

"The way you two stare at each other. I mean it's pretty obvious you want to jump each other's bones."

"He does not stare at me"

"Omg, you're kidding, the guy can't keep his eyes off you. And today I had the "pleasure" to find out what a whole session with him must be like."

"Your eyes only show you what you wanna see."

"Oh of course Frank, I'm dying to watch you go all crazy over each other." That thought was nice but she seemed a bit disgusted by it.

"Anyway...One day he seems like he's into me, the other it's like I don't even exist"

"Sounds like he's acting like a motherfucking Katy Perry's song. " she said, laughing.

"He told me he was your former therapist."

"Yeah, we did not get along. Vivienne thinks it's because he is a man. What does this bitch knows about anything anyway?"

"Why do you hate men that much then?"

"I don't hate all men. It's just that I think that some of them are fucking shady."

"Is this about your science teacher?"

"Clever boy is clever indeed."

"Do you wanna talk about it?"

"I need some vodka to go down that road, good thing I came prepared." She went through her purse and digged out a 40 oz. of vodka.

"Are you gonna mix it with something at least?" I asked.

"Do I look like I'm walking around carrying a bottle of orange juice?" No but a bottle of vodka yes...?

"Do you wanna mix it with something then? There might be some in the fridge..I'll..check it out."

"You afraid of drinking from the bottle, puppy eyes?"

"Who said I'm drinking?"

"I did, I'm not at the point of drinking alone...just yet."

"Okay, alright." I knew she wouldn't leave me alone till I did.

She took the bottle and chug on it while making a face of disgust.

"I'm not sure I wanna .."

"Stop acting like a pussy and drink it already."

I took the bottle, took a sip and almost spit it out.

"Eww..man that shit tastes like a desinfectant that spent three days in the sun."

"But it'll make us drunk real quick. It's not about quality, it's about efficiency."

"So..about that teacher..?"

"Yeah his name was Frederick, he was and still is a science teacher."

"You mean mr. Bennett?" I said, surprised to hear the name of my current science teacher.

"I was afraid you might know him, hence the vodka." She said raising the bottle to make a toast.

"Yeah..you two had a thing or what..?"

"We dated for a year. He told me once I graduated it would be alright, that we wouldn't have to hide anymore. But then he changed his mind, two weeks before graduation. He met a girl, his age, you know. A pretty, blonde, obnoxious, retarded bitch. And he broke up with me."

"I...okay. But..and I'm just asking, not trying to piss you off or something..."

"Shoot."

"Wasn't...wasn't you reaction a bit intense?" I asked, closing my eyes, waiting for her to punch me.

"I got pregnant Frank. And I told him. And that's what scared him off. I think the worst is that he didn't even have the balls to tell me the truth. After all his big promises, all his fucking worthless lies, all the time we had spent together, he couldn't even look me in the eyes and tell me what he really thought. He sent me a fucking text!! Frank!? You imagine?! I was carrying his baby and all he could do was to send me a text!"

"I'm sorry..."

"Hey don't be. It's over now, I'm getting help, insert your favorite bullshit quote about moving on and happiness here and all.."

"But you know, he deserved everything I did to him." She said, drinking from the bottle then giving it to me.

"Yeah..he did." I took a bigger sip and tried to swallow it fast.

"That's why I'm pissed out all the time at Vivienne. She wants me to admit I overreacted and I won't."

"You shouldn't, then."

"Is that why you hate Gerard that much?" I asked, curious about the conversation they had in the hallway during group therapy.

"I don't hate him. I just...don't want him to hurt you, you know? Like, give you the moon, show you the wonder of the stars and then take everything back." She meant using me then dumping me but the way she had put it was more poetic.

"I..didn't think you cared that much about me.." I said, genuinely suprised.

"Silly, silly boy. You're like.. the best."

"That's what I told him, when we went outside at the group therapy."she said a machiavellian smile on her face.

"Wait..what..??" What did she had tell him?

"Yeah, I told him not to hurt you, cause I would kill him in the worst way possible."

"Haven't you learned something from this? Treaths won't bring you nothing but trouble..." I said, patronizing.

"Yeah that's what he said." She answered, laughing.

"Then I told him you two would make a great couple and he went to full panic mode." She laughed, proud of herself.

"Why would you say that!?" I asked, annoyed. What was her goal?

"Cause it's true. The way you two stare at each other like if you were the only ones in the room... I bet everyone else noticed."

"We should totally play an alcohol game!!!" She said excited about the fact that we weren't yet as fucked up as she wanted us to be.

"Okay so here's how it works.." She said, explaining the rules.

The game was pretty simple. We had to make three statements. One if them was true and the others were false. If the other player couldn't figure out which one was true, they had drink from the bottle for 4 seconds, then swallow. We had been playing for a while now and I was getting pretty hammered.

"Euhmm..my brother is an addict, my dad left us when I was 5 and...I made out with a girl once."

"Ahh man, that's pretty tough...Well, your parents are still together I think cause I saw you in the waiting room with your dad once..euhm I'd say the thruth is that your brother's an addict."

"You drink, sucker." She said, giving me the bottle.

"So you made out with a girl then?" I asked, drinking from the bottle. The taste wasn't that bad after all.

"Yeahh I did, at a party. It turns on guys so much it's pathetic."

"I kinda get why tho." I said, smiling and rising my eyebrows.

"Yeah I bet you do, general Frank Mcgay. Okay, my turn." She laughed.

"Alright, my parents are happily married, My best friend's gay and I once had a crush on Mr. Bennett." I said.

"I'll kick your ass if the last one is true so I'll go with the one about your best friend."

"Yeah, it sucks, you're good at this game."

"Okay here's another one, I think Mr. Way is cute, I saw Mr. Way's ex husband once and Mr. Way told me he actually has a huge crush on you."

"Euhmm..you think Mr. Way is cute?"

"No, I think Mr. Way is hot. Now drink."

"But which one is true then?" I asked while taking a sip.

"Hey that wasn't 4 seconds, drink again !"

"But tell me!"

" I saw his ex, but they were still together at the time."

"How was he?"

"You wanna know if you can compete?"

"Yeah..kinda?"

"Poor Frank, the guy's nothing like you. I wish I could tell you he's ugly as shit but he's gorgeous as hell and even has a better ass than Mr. Way. I mean, one look at him and you melt."

"Wow. Thanks April. So I'm ugly as fuck if he's nothing like me right?" I said, pissed off.
"I didn't mean it like that, silly boy."

"Then what did you mean?"

"That you should make a fucking move unless you want him to go back to that adonis."
"I should text him right?"

"Why not? Declare your eternal love for fuck's sake."

And it was the worst idea but none of us could see it cause we were both young and drunk as hell.

To Gerard:
I wish I was next to u righ fuckin now

I had trouble focussing on the tiny keyboard of my phone.

From Gerard:
Is there something wrong?

He answered quickly as always. I wondered what he was doing. Maybe sitting on a coach, watching t.v. or reading a comic book, or even better, touching himself, thinking about me.

To Gerard:
I am writi,ng to dec'are my eternal luve.

From Gerard:
Are you drunk?

To Gerard:
Yesss butt not that muchh.

This was a lie and I didn't care.

From Gerard:
Where did you get the booze from?

April took the phone from my hand.

To Gerard:
April says Hi.

From Gerard:
So you're drunk texting me even tho I asked you to give me some time?

I took back the phone.

To Gerard:
It wSnt specific enough. I mean "mor time" it dnst meAn shitt.

From Gerard:
I don't want to do this texting. Can I call you?

To Gerard:
Of courrze beautigul

Then the phone rang.

"Hey Gee."

"Hey Frank."

"So euhm, you need me to be more specific?" He said.

"Yeah. I mean, you suck, you get me all excited over fucking nothing with your nice ass and your hazel eyes that can see through my soul and then you just throw me away like some kind of garbage."

"Have I ever stop being there for you, Frank?"

"No but..I want more." I wanted so much more than he was giving me.

"You know why I asked you to give me more time?"

"No.."

"So I could figure out if you could act like a responsible adult and not an irresponsible child. And from what I'm earing tonight, I think I have my answer."

"That's not fair." He was the one acting like a child now.

"I asked you not to tell anyone and well, is that April I hear laughing in the back?"

I made her a sign to shut up.

"She..already knew. She says it's obvious that you like me and I don't understand why you're being so stubborned." I said, defending myself.

"Let me get this straight for you since you can't seem to wait. I'm getting a divorce, fighting for the costody of my little girl, my heart's broken to pieces and you're acting so fucking recklessly that I don't think I can trust you with it. You say you love me but you don't even love yourself Frank, and it's just not how it works in the grownup world."

"So you say we're over?" At this point I didn't even cared.

"I say we never even started."

"Alright..." Fuck him, fuck everything about him, fuck the world.

"Frank..I'm sorry, can we just talk about this face to face? Calling you was a bad idea. I'm kinda drunk too and I'm saying harsh things..I..I'm sorry."

"Don't be. It's pretty clear the alcohol finally gave you the balls to tell me what you really think about me."

"...I.."

"See ya Mr. Way. Sorry to have disturbed you in a such a fucking wonderful night." I said not giving him the time to add anything else.

Then I hanged up. I was too fucked up to care and he had got what he deserved. I would never forgive him for what he had said. Hell, I was kinda relieved now that I didn't have act like someone else just to please him all the time.

"What..happened?"

"He made it pretty clear. He doesn't want me."

"I'm sure it's not true. He loves you Frank, I can tell."

"He refuses to tell me then, so fucking stubborned and hurt. I give up." I said, shrugging.

"Does he really have to say it in order to make you feel it?"

"I mean when he looks at you like this..." She stared at me directly in the eyes.

"And he takes your hand like this.." She took my hand in hers. The vodka made my head spin.

"And when he slides his hand in your hair like this."

She brushed my jawline with her tumb. I didn't know why but I was starting to get turned on.

"And he pats your back or caresses your hips." Her touch was enducing shivers all over my body.

"And he leans in to talk to you. And whispers in your ear." I could feel her breath on my skin.

"And he kisses your cheek." How did she knew this?

"And almost kisses your lips." She leaned in to kiss me but then stopped.

"Doesn't it mean...that he loves you?" She asked, biting her lips.

My eyes were half closed and we were both heavily breathing when she kissed me. I slid in my tongue in and moaned like crazy. She took another sip of alcohol and I drank it from her mouth. I was so far gone. I didn't ask myself if I really wanted this, I didn't think about the consequences. All I could think about is that it felt good as we both laid down on the bed.

After a couple of minutes kissing and moaning she decided to take it to the next level.

"Mmm April..fuck." I said as she was biting my neck, caressing my waist and my inner thighs.

She touched my crotch then started laughing, sitting up next to me.

"Omg Frank, you..you're hard. I never thought I could turn you on. Yay me!" She said giving herself a high five.

I sat on the bed next to her, confused about what just happened.

"What...?" I asked. She was staring at me, still laughing.

"You really thought we were gonna do it?"

"No..I just.." Yeah I guess I really did.

"Were you thinking about Gerard or me?"

"Him..I. mean..you..I mean..both..I..I don't know.."

"You're really cute and all but..you're like a brother to me, Frank."

"Weird way to act around your brother tho..."

"Never said I wasn't into a bit of incest from time to time.."

"Man..are you listening to yourself?!?"

"Yeah I'm pretty drunk."

"Me too..I didn't mean to..I'm sorry."

"Don't be sorry, that's a total turn off dude, you ain't sexy when you're sorry."

"Well, It felt good kissing you so..deal with it." "Better?" I asked, biting my lips.

"It'll have to do." She said, still looking disappointed but laughing.

"You belong to Gerard, I could never make it all the way with you, I'm not allowed."

"I don't. Stop saying that." I said, annoyed. I didn't belong to anyone.

"You'll see. One day you are both gonna stop acting like whiny bitches and we'll go on a double date. You, Mr. Way, my girlfriend and I."

"Your girlfriend?"

"Yeah by then I'll prolly be done with guys..I mean look at you and Mr. Way..it's pretty discouraging." She said, smiling.

We both kept on talking about the future and how it might be like. Describing how we thought our lives where gonna be then. I was gonna be a rock star, married to Gerard, travelling around the world, meeting great people that were open minded and not homophobic like my dad. April was gonna be a makeup artist, living in California with her fifty cats and her girlfriend Kimmy, a tatoo artist that she had just made up.

Then we both fell asleep on my bed, hoping but knowing deep inside that none of this could happen in the world that we lived in.

Notes

Drunk texting is rarely a good idea, folks.

hope you liked this one <3