Red Is The Warmest Colour

"Frank?"

I looked up at her. That beautiful, wonderful, amazing girl. Who I could not love.

"Say something, please, babe?"

I couldn't look at her. I couldn't. It wasn't fair. Why was I lying to her?
I wanted to love her. I wanted to give her the love she deserved. But I couldn't. And I wasn't brave enough to tell her.
That night, we had slept together. I felt so dirty lying to her and using her as a disguise. And I was sorry. So, so sorry.
The only thing covering me was the sheet. She was kneeling on the bed beside me, completely naked. I felt bad looking at her. I felt bad that I dared to kiss her and tell her a lie.
Tears started to pour down my face.

"I'm sorry, Frank," She said, hugging me. "I really am. I shouldn't have pressured you into doing anything like this."

Fuck me. I had made her feel guilty.

"Emma," I sighed, pulling away. "It's not you, don't worry. I'm... Having trouble lately. And I can't stand making you feel guilty, okay?"

***

Emma had worn my jacket out to breakfast, and it made me strangely uncomfortable.
I didn't eat much of my meal, when she ate all of hers.
I felt rude doing that.

"So," She said, wiping her mouth with a napkin. "You wanna tell me what's up?"

I stuffed my hands into my hoodie's pocket, and forced myself not to sigh.

"Nothing's up," I whispered, avoiding eye contact.

"That's a lie," She swallowed, sounding hurt. "I wish you weren't so mysterious. Our relationship would be a whole lot easier if I didn't have to play detective."

I wish I didn't have to lie to you. I wish I could end this without hurting you. I am so, so sorry.
And though I said nothing, there was so much I wanted to say. She deserved better than this.

"You don't deserve this," I said quietly. "I can't.."

She took my hand, squeezing it tight, as if I was slipping away.

"Frank," She said firmly. "Look at me."

I did as told, and I was surprised to find that her eyes were watering.

"I'm not losing you, okay? We're nothing without each other."

I looked to the ground again, pain in my eyes.

"Okay."

***

I left the cafe soon after that. She was right. I couldn't lose her.
Walking down the crowded streets of our town, Monroeville, my head down, and my eyes half closed, I headed home. I would have to explain to my mum where I was all night.
She would probably be mad, to say the least.
I reached the street crossing, people everywhere I looked. And at the other side of the road, something, or someone, caught my eye.
His hair was the first thing I noticed. Red. Red like all things warm.
His denim jacket loosely worn, his brown jeans, his fingerless gloves, and his converse matched perfectly. He was almost like an art piece.
His arm was slung around a shorter boy's shoulders. The other boy didn't look as artistic as him, dressed only in black.
Hypocritical, you might say, since my wardrobe mainly consisted of black fabric.
My heart fluttered every time he looked at me.
The boy and him were laughing, talking, smiling, living.
I felt instant want. Need.
And god, he was so beautiful when he smiled.
When we crossed the road, our heads turned towards each other. I stopped, turning around.
He looked back forward, smiling slightly.
I then shook my head, ignoring the butterflies, and walked in the opposite direction.

I walked down the hall of my small apartment, hanging my coat up. My mum was ironing while my dad was watching TV, drinking beer; so nothing much had changed since I had left.

"Frank Anthony Iero," She almost gasped, walking towards me. "You must have left early this morning."

I had actually snuck out at around 1, but of course, she didn't suspect that.

"I did," I said as she hugged me. "Around 7. I got breakfast with Emma."

"Oh, so," She smiled. "You and Emma are.."

"Please don't tell everyone." I fake blushed.

She cupped my face, smiling sympathetically. "Don't worry, hun. I won't."

I sat down on the couch next to my dad, starting to watch an uninteresting football match.

"Hey dad," I greeted cautiously.

"Hey, Frank," He grumbled, avoiding eye contact.

I wondered why that red headed boy had smiled when he looked at me. I wasn't anything special.

Notes

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