All of the Stars

"It's 6:30." Frank yawned.
I shifted in his arms and sighed. "I know."
We'd gone through three more movies, four boxes of pizza, a tub of vanilla ice cream, and probably a lucky guess of over fifty kisses. We didn't really move from our spot on the couch, only getting up when the pizza came and when Sweet Pea had to taken outside. I somehow started warming up to her, letting her sit between Frank and I as we cuddled against each other.
I nuzzled my face in Frank's chest, "Do you want your clothes back before I leave?"
I felt his hand lazily stroke the back of my head, "No, sweetheart. I don't want you walking into your house smelling like bodily fluids."
I scrunched my nose and looked up at him, my chin resting on his collarbone. "You can literally just say cum. Bodily fluid sounds weird."
"Cum is explicit."
"Then say 'jizz' or something next time, Jesus Christ."
He chuckled and tilted his face down to peck my lips softly. I pressed against him more, turning his little peck into a more elongated kiss. Our intimate moment was ended with Sweet Pea jumping onto Franks lap with a loud little yiff, causing us to break our lips apart with a laugh. I patted her matted grey fur and smiled up at Frank.
"Thank you not being completely revolted by my puppy." He said, sweetness in his voice.
"Frankie baby, she's far from a puppy." I retorted.
"I like the nickname, Gee baby."
I smiled and let out a snort, "It was meant to be sarcastic."
"Didn't sound sarcastic." He replied.
"Maybe it wasn't, then." I smirked and pulled myself out of his arms, searching the couch for my phone as Sweet Pee pawed at the side of my thigh that was covered with a pair of Frank's sweatpants.
"You're ready to leave?" Frank asked and scooped his dog into his arms.
"Yea, I have to. My mom's making spaghetti and I promised my brother some Rocky Horror." I sighed again.
"I didn't know you had a brother." Frank mumbled, scratching his fingers between Sweet Pea's lopsided ears.
"Yup. He's a blessing and a curse." I told him as I located my phone that had been tucked under a couch pillow.
We eventually got ourselves off the couch and took Sweet Pea out to pee one last time before I left. Frank gave me a bag filled with my clothes from earlier before kissing me quickly and leading me into his car to start the drive back to my house. We held hands over the armrest, just as before while Franks radio played some 90's rock song.
"I'll miss you." He said softly as we began descending down my block. The sun was almost down a this point which is was relieving, no one in my household would be able to see Frank or the car I was in if they decided to be nosy.
I squeezed his hand. "I'll miss you too. It's only one day, though. I'll call you, yea?"
I could see him smile with his eyes still focused on the road. "Yea. That's good."
"Thank you for today." I said.
"Thank you for giving me a chance." He said back, his voice hoarse and gentle. We stayed silent after that, listening to each other breathe in a content envelope of quietness.
"I'll see you Monday, okay?" I told him as he parked in front of my house and I unbuckled my seatbelt.
"Alright baby." He leaned forward and gave me a lingering kiss, his fingers pushing my hair back one last time before I left his car. "Keep your hair back for me, please. You're gorgeous."
"I'll try." We said our goodbyes and jumped out of the car, watching him drive away until he was out of sight. I pulled at the collar of his shirt that I was still wearing. A goofy smile appeared on my face when I huffed in its scene, realizing that it smelled just like Frank. Coffee and fabric softener. I clutched my plastic bag of clothes in my hand and trudged up my porch steps and pushing open the front door since I knew it would be unlocked.
I always loved walking into my house. It was warm and ridiculously safe-feeling. I dropped my bag of clothes on the bottom of the wooden stairs and closed the door. I listened around my house, seeming that it was almost completely silent until I heard two voices coming from the living room. One the voices was undoubtedly my brothers, I recognized it from how monotone yet prepubescent it was. But the other, it sounded familiar but I couldn't place my finger on it. I rubbed my forehead and made my way to the voices, shockingly it made the unidentifiable voice somewhat more identifiable.
That's when I realized that Ray Toro was in my house, talking to my brother.
I felt my feet carry me faster, practically rushing to get into the living room. I was completely breathless. I had told my fucking mother that I was at Ray's house, but he somehow decided to show up at my damn doorstep to hang out with my little brother while I was out grinding on our musical theater teacher. Fantastic. Absolutely fucking fantastic.
Mikey and Ray were both sitting on opposite ends of the couch, amused smiles on both of their faces as they talked about something that was most likely ridiculous. I stood in the doorway, listening to them talk until one of them decided to to turn their head and notice my presence.
"Oh, hey Gee." Mikey said nonchalantly.
I furrowed my eyebrows, staring dead at Ray. "Hi."
Ray stared back at but with the same smile that was always on his face. "Hello Gerard."
I shook my head and blinked my eyes. "How do you guys know each other?"
Mikey twitched his fingers. "Same lunch period. We sit at the same table."
"But he's like, four years older than you." I said. I was one to fucking talk about age difference. It was hypocritical for me to even say that.
"It's not a big age gap, Gerard." Ray interjected. He was staring at me sure for some ungodly reason that I didn't want to worry about. I rolled my eyes.
"Whatever." I turned to Mikey, "Where's mom?"
Mikey shrugged. "She went out with dad. Also dude, take a shower or something you look like the grudge."
Ray raised his hand, "Wait before you fix your grudgeish appearance, Gerard, I need to talk to you. Privately."
I squinted my eyes. I really did not want to deal with Ray Toro. "Why?"
"Because I said so." He snapped and scratched his overgrown afro.
I sighed and rubbed my temples with my thumb and ring finger. I gave in. "Ya know what? Fine."
Ray stood up and ruffled Mikey's hair causing Mikey's face to go bright red, then followed me into the kitchen. I pushed my greasy black mess of hair back behind my ears and sat myself on one of the dark marble counters. Ray leaned his back against the counter across from me and stared at me quite intensely.
"Okay, before you decide to talk to me about god knows what, can I please ask why you're oh so comfortable around my little brother?" I asked, a lot of edge and sass in my voice.
Ray rolled his eyes. "Cut the bullshit, Gerard."
I was taken back. "What?"
Ray scoffed. "Do you wanna explain why your mother was so shocked when I showed up here to hang out with Mikey and when I told her my name she was confused? Because apparently you and I were at my house working on some made up project you mustered up in your head?"
"Ray listen-"
"Also do you wanna fucking explain why the actual fuck you're wearing the same exact shirt Mr. Iero was wearing Friday? Don't try to tell me you have the same one because first of all, it's snug on you. And second of all, he had the same exact bleach stain on his, right there."
I watched Rays finger as he pointed to the obvious bleach stain the was right on the bottom on the faded Ramones shirt Frank had let me borrow. I didn't know what to say. In my mind, I was all around panicking. I couldn't do anything but stare at Ray. I wanted to cry, more than anything. I watched as Ray's face went from angry to complete shock, his mouth going slack and slightly hanging open with his eyes wide.
"Gerard...give me an answer please." He sounded desperate.
I said nothing and stared down at my dangling feet.
"Fuck." He sighed. "You're fucking our teacher, aren't you? Everyone was right. He does stare at you, he is a pedophile. And you stare right back him, Gerard. You fucking...you're being fucking taking advantage of or raped aren't you-"
"Shut up." I snapped. "I haven't fucking been raped, you inconsiderate asshole."
Ray let out a bitter laugh. "How am I the inconsiderate one, Gerard?"
I was silent. Again.
"You're not even denying it, are you? You're not even going to try. Unless you can somehow make up some extravagant story on how you ended up with our teachers same exact shirt." Ray spat.
"It's none of your business." I muttered.
"Yes it is, Gerard. You're my friend and if our creep of a teacher is harming you then I need to know." Ray was yelling now, his face going red from immediate frustration.
"He's not harming me." Was the only thing I could think of to say. "And how does a shirt bring you to believe that I'm fucking our teacher? It's just a shirt, Ray. He could've given it to me. Don't assume things."
Ray scoffed yet again. "Oh please. I'm not fucking stupid."
And that's it. That's when I started crying. I sat there, my head hung low as I hid behind my hair, sobbing like a five year old. I could hear Ray moving around as he let an exasperated sigh escape from his lips. I felt a warm and large arm wrap around my shoulders and hand pat my back.
"Don't cry, please." Ray said. His tone was more gentle now and quieter than before. "Listen, I'm sorry I yelled at you, I really am. But fucking hell Gerard. I care about you, I seriously mean that. I need to know what's happening with you, I promise I won't yell anymore, alright?"
I rubbed my nose and nodded slightly, a few sniffles coming from my ugly crying episode.
"Please don't tell anyone." I choked.
"Tell anyone what?" Ray asked. His hand rubbed my shoulder comfortingly.
"We're together." I sobbed, throwing my head into my hands. My whole body was shaking. I felt like my insides were twisting themselves inside out. Only one day into Frank being my boyfriend and it was already ruined. I knew it was too good to be true, we were already so careless with planning things out. I should've known from the start that it wouldn't last and I'd somehow fuck things up.
"By together you mean you and Mr. Iero?" Ray said cautiously. I could tell he was beyond uncomfortable.
"Yes."
"Gerard, it's just..." He was struggling to find his words. "Legal age of consent in New Jersey is sixteen, I know that from real life situation but fuck. In this kind of situation, it's illegal. He's a teacher, you're a kid and I'm trying my hardest to stay calm right now but...are you fucking crazy? What even brought you to want to be with a teacher?"
I choked out another sob. "He cares about me."
"No, Gee. I don't think that's the case."
"How would you know? You don't know anything about him. You don't know anything about me. You don't anything about him and I have with each other."
Ray sighed. "You don't get it, do you?"
He paused. "Gerard, there's no doubt that you're attractive, okay? Anyone can see that, even a teacher, obviously. And there's certainly no doubt in my mind that this gay creep of a teacher would wants to fuck you because you're attractive. It's... it's use of power. With his age. I'm not saying you're easy to get but, he could be manipulating-"
"Don't you dare even say that." I spat, pushing Rays arm off me. "He told me straight to my face that our relationship is based around my feelings and my feelings only-"
"You're in a fucking relationship?" Ray snapped. "With a man who's older than thirty?"
I shook my head repeatedly, not even bothering to look at him. "Please Ray...please don't tell anyone, please. I just...I don't think I can lose him."
Ray let out a breath he'd obviously been holding. "How long has this been going on?"
"Since...since the day after the semester started."
"That's two weeks and he already has you wrapped around his finger. This isn't healthy, he's a pedophile."
"No he fucking isn't. He's a caring person."
"I don't care what you think he is, you're being taken advantage of. What has he done to you?"
"Nothing you can prove. You have no evidence." I retorted.
"I have what you just told me."
"With what proof? There's no proof that we even had this conversation."
Ray was quiet. He wasn't even looking at me anymore, he was disgusted with me. "I'm sleeping over with Mikey tonight. We're talking about this tomorrow, I'm only ending this now because I've left your brother for too long."
And with that, Ray Toro was out of my sight within a matter of seconds.
I cried for awhile after that. It was pathetic. Pathetic to the point where I curled up in a ball on the kitchen floor and pitied myself. I was disappointed, so fucking disappointed that it had happened that fast. We thought we were being so careful but one little slip up that was majorly my fault had already caused us to downfall. Frank hadn't even been my boyfriend for 24 hours yet. I was already so attached to him. I was even attached to his dog. I was attached to his tired smile, his soft hands, his warm lips. I couldn't lose him that easily. I couldn't lose someone who made me feel so much mentally and physically within the span of a week and a half. It was heartbreaking. I was already invested in him. So deeply invested to an extent where it was tragically beautiful. It was tragically beautiful that our demise was coming to such a fast and close end. I could've been bittersweet. It could've been foreshadowing. But I knew that there was a way for me to get Ray to keep his mouth shut. I just had to figure out how.

Notes

hello this is short and ive decided that this will probably only be within 17 -20 chapters because i suck at staying committed to things and i have like another fic idea thats way better than this. this sucks dick but feedback would be cool cause the plots happennin n stuff. pls take care of yourselves xxx