The Kids From Yesterday

"Gerard?" Frank asked. We were both lying on a blanket it the grass, Frank's head on my chest. I had my arm wrapped around his shoulder, and his hand was placed on my stomach.
"Mm?"
"i was just thinking.. I know about all your interests, but i know nothing about you. Like, your life story." He laughed. I looked down at his tiny body and kissed his head.
"What do you want to know?"
He thought about that for a second.
"Did you grow up in your house?"
"Yep. Born and raised." l laughed, and so did Frank. I loved his laugh so much.
"And ... How old are you? Whens your birthday?"
"I'm nineteen and my birthday is April 9th." the hand that was around his shoulder crept upwards to stroke his hair. "When is yours?"
"Halloween."
"Ugh, thats so awesome."
"Meh. Some people cant visit me because they have ...plans. It kinda sucks." I heard a sad note in his voice and i was concerned
"Who doesn't visit you, Frank?" there was a long silence before Frank said,
"My dad." my heart broke at the crack in his voice. I sat up, and saw his face was contorted, as if trying not to let any emotions show. My heart ached to comfort him.
"Never?"
"Nope. Left when i was three. Never sent a post card in his life." Frank closed his eyes. I lay back down again, stroking his face, his hair. Then i pulled him close and hugged him tightly. I felt something wet trickle down the back of my neck. Frank was crying. I could feel my eyes welling up.
"Don't cry Frank, you'll make me cry." Frank laughed, and it wasn't the one i adored. It was shaky. "Well, whoever he is," i pulled back to look into Frank's tear-stained eyes, "he's missed out on the brightest, sweetest, cutest guy imaginable. He doesn't deserve to have you in his life, from what i can sum up." Frank smiled, leaning into my hand as i placed it against his cheek, wiping away a tear with my thumb. The sight of Frank like this made me feel just as bad as he did. And angry at the coward of a father that would leave him. I swore that if i ever met him, i would throw a good right hook into his jaw without thinking twice for making Frank feel this way.

"Im sorry i was so dramatic earlier," Frank said. We were in the coffee shop, upstairs where we sat yesterday. We liked to think of it as "our spot". He looked down at his coffee. I tooked his hand and held it in both of mine.
"Look at me, Frank." I said, and he looked into my eyes. "You can talk to me about anything, okay? I'm here for you, okay? No matter how dramatic." he laughed at this, and i smiled back at him.
"Okay." he smiled the half smile that i loved, and he was soon back to his old stuff, talking about complete nonsense, all the while me gazing at him like a lost puppy. Did he know the effect he had on me? I was sas when he was. When he was happy, i was.
Like Frank said this morning. If this aint love, i dont know what is.

Notes

Hey guys! Sorry its so short. Ive just woken up, so im kinda tired. And this chapter waa kinda personal to me as well. You got me - daddy issues. (laughs) anyways, hope you guys enjoyed this one. I really love seeing your comments. ^~^