The transition of Frank's mood was almost odd. He woke up with a major headache until he remembered the night before. The best part was, it was Friday. He had the weekend to hang out with Gerard-but he also didn't want to smother him. He messaged Gerard, "Is there any possibility we could hang out this weekend?" He locked his phone as he headed out the door at 7:00. The walk to school was short, only ten minutes. School didn’t start till 8, but Frank didn’t mind going to school early. When Frank walked on school grounds, Frank unlocked his phone, clicking on his messages.

"I'm not busy. But Mikey is moving in, so if you don't mind a cluttered mess, you can come whenever you want"

Frank smiled lightly, "I don't mind at all. I'll come over tomorrow morning, so we can have a lot of time to discuss our fic." Frank was too busy looking down his phone that he didn’t see another body walking straight to him, them being distracted as well. Their bodies collided abruptly, causing the two to fall onto the floor. They both groaned in agony before staring at each other.

Steven scowled as he gathered his binder and books. He frantically got up onto his feet before staring down at Frank. Frank sat there on the ground in the middle of the empty hallway. Frank didn’t know what to say or do, so he remained on the ground. He tightened his body, expecting some kind of threat or punch .. but Steven walked past him, ignoring the young teen on the floor.

Frank got up quickly, snatching his bag in the process. He turned and watched Steven walk around the corner, not giving Frank a second look. Frank took a couple steps back before turning his body around and continuing walking down the hall. It was an awkward scene, but Frank wouldn’t let it get to him.

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Gerard carried a big box filled with Mikey’s clothes in his apartment. He groaned as he set the heavy box down on the couch, “Are these even clothes?" He sarcastically asked. He added in briefly, "Fuck, that’s heavy.” He turned around just in time to witness a box slip from Mikey’s hand, thudding onto the ground. Mikey grinned awkwardly, “My bad.”

Gerard rolled his eyes as he picked up the box, “You’re such a clutz.” He set the box on the couch, “Listen, someone's coming over tomorrow-and I don’t want you to freak out on who it is.”

“It’s Patrick, isn’t it?” Mikey grinned and before Gerard could deny, he winked, “I knew you had a thing for the blonds.”

“No, it’s not Patrick.” Gerard muttered, “It’s someone you don’t know,” He walked into the kitchen to the fridge. As he opened it and grabbed a can soda he added in, “And well .. he’s 18.”

Mikey stared at him, “That’s young-are you dating him?”

“No.” Gerard’s cheeks burned as he cracked open his can, “He’s just a friend.”

Mikey let out a sigh of relief, “Ohthankgoodness,” He laughed, “I seriously thought you were dating an 18 year old. Believe me, we’ve seen a bunch of 18 year olds on tour and they’re bat-shit crazy,” He chuckled as he sat on one of the chairs next to the kitchen table.

Gerard raised a brow as he sat on the chair close to Mikey’s, “Well, so what if I was dating him? And he’s different, you know?”

Mikey snatched Gerard’s drink from his hand, “Is he a fan?”

“Yeah .. “

“Then no, I wouldn’t approve. Dating a fan is a bad idea,” Mikey shook his head as he took a sip from the can. He set it down onto the table and added in, “I’ll tell you what I think. I think he’s just trying to get into your pants and brag about it around his school and social media.”

Gerard grabbed his drink back, “No, he’s not that kind of person.”

Mikey rolled his eyes, “Sure he isn’t. Don’t come crying to me when you’re wrong and I’m right.”

Gerard stared at his brother. He didn’t understand why his brother was being so negative. He sighed softly before getting up from his chair. He pulled out his phone and opened up the message he received from Frank. Gerard said a loud, “He’s coming tomorrow morning. Please don’t be rude.”

“You have my word. Besides, later in the morning, I’m going to Ray’s.”

Gerard smiled at his brother, “Are you gonna-”

“No.” Mikey growled.

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The sun was slowly losing its light as Frank exited school grounds. His shoes shuffled against the ground, his music playing loudly in his ears. He stared out in front of him, drowning in his own thoughts. Frank paused suddenly and had a sudden realization: he's 18. A senior in high school. He had no idea what he was going to do after high school. He stood in the middle of the sidewalk, staring into nothing as other teenages past him by, not giving him a second look.
A hand rested on his shoulder, shaking him out of his head. He faced Sammy who frowned upon him.

"Wh .. what?" Frank asked, collecting himself.

"Are you gonna come over tomorrow?"

"No .. I .. I'm busy-but I can come right now if you want."

Sammy grinned, "Perfect. You can help me pick out clothes for the party I'm going on Sunday."

Frank asked puzzled, "A party on a Sunday?"

"I'm not drinking, calm down." Sammy laughed, grabbing his hand. Sammy stood really close to Frank, making him inspect her. He smiled a bit, realizing that her hyped personality made her eyes brighter. His eyes traveled down to her chest, making his body cringe. He quickly looked away as Sammy continued talking about the upcoming party. Frank could feel his jeans getting tighter than they already were. Before he could think of something to turn him off, he was already thinking about masturbating. He thought about rubbing the shaft of his penis, cradling his balls as his head tossed back. A soft moan would escape his lips-Frank stopped in his tracks when he noticed Sammy's expression.

His face was hot, "Wh .. what?"

Sammy giggled, before glancing toward his crotch. Frank swallowed as he glanced down to his obvious erection. He frantically took off his backpack and slammed it over his crotch. He kept his eyes lowered as he shamefully begged, "Please don't mention this."

"I won't, believe me." Sammy giggled again.

When a cringe worthy memory added into his head, he entered Sammy's house and followed her up to her room. The two spent time talking about each other's day as Sammy dug into her closet, searching for her top 5 shirts. She set them on the bed as she said, "there was this guy in my science class-who's an obvious perv-he kept looking at my chest. It was really uncomfortable. It's really good that we changed seats," She yanked off her shirt, revealing her blue bra.

Frank stared at her arms, "I'm proud of you, you know." His eyes traced along her scars from 6 months ago.

Sammy paused, "Thank you-you tell me that every day," She smiled softly as she sat next to him on the bed. The tip of her nose almost touched his, "I'm proud of you too." Her hand rested on his arm. Frank didn't know how to feel knowing that Sammy knew exactly where his scars were.

There was a moment of silence as they stared into each other's eyes. Frank felt his chest tighten when Sammy moved her hand up to the side of his cheek, cupping it lightly. They didn't say a word as Sammy confidently leaned in slowly. Her attempt was to press her lips against his, she was practically craving it.

Frank was distracted by her eyes. They were so bright and so beautiful. He didn't realize his hand rested on her thigh, almost bringing her in. Before he could break away, Sammy's lips touched his and his body stiffened. Sammy didn't feel what Frank felt-she felt free, lost in her own trance. Frank didn't know what to do as she led him onto the bed. She laid out onto the bed, bringing his body over hers. Sammy plunged her tongue into Frank's mouth and Frank was about to give in, wanting to grope her breasts and whisper how sweet she was, but he got off the bed, "Sammy, I can't. I .. I like someone else."

Frank wiped his mouth and stretched out the front of jeans allowing his erection to breathe.

Sammy reeled the bed sheets over her body, staring at Frank speechless.

Frank turned to her, "I'm sorry-besides, you and I are too close-"

"Get out." She cried in anger.

"Sammy please-"

"Get out!" She said through falling tears.

Frank took a couple steps back before grabbing his backpack and walking out the door. He jogged out the house but stopped, looking at Sammy's window. He sighed before running his hand through his hair, making his way back to his own house.

Notes

:) xo