Lost
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“Go away Bubba,” I groaned.
Frank took offense and said, “Fuck you! Just help me with Julius Cesar! I know your English class is reading it!”
I rolled my eyes as I replied, “I'm not in English, fucktard!”
He stared at me long and hard. I held the urge to push him out of his seat. Fall giggled along with Ray as they watched us stare each other down. Out of the corner of my eye, I could see Mikey slowly take a bite of his fries as he intensely watched us glare each other down.
It's been almost two full weeks since I've started this school. It's been crazy; I've been pushing Frank and his snide comments away and trying to fend off John and his obvious 'I want you in bed' comments/actions towards me. I've been embracing the idea of Gerard and adoring the fact of having Mikey and Ray as friends.
Fall has been doing awesome, too. Her and Mikey have been hanging out like crazy; almost like Gerard and myself. Fall thinks that Mikey might have a little thing for her, and I don't doubt it. They cling to each other for dear life and it's the cutest fucking thing since kittens and puppies.
“Why not?” Mikey finally said.
I broke my stare from Frank and said, “Oh! At my old school, I could take it as a summer course, and I did. I didn't want to bother taking it this year, so I opted out of it and took one for the team and did the summer class.”
Mikey muttered as soft 'oh' as Frank said, “So, you know about this Julius Cesar douche, right?”
“No, Bubba!” I almost yelled.
Fall giggled and said, “Jeez, he just wants help. Lemme help, Frankie.” She went to go grab his packet away from him and Frank jerked it away.
“Not to offend,” Frank started, “but I'm stubborn. I'm not giving up until your sister helps me with this book.”
I groaned louder than I should've and said, “Fucking kidding me, right? Not only do I have you stuck up my ass for Chem and Algebra, you want English help too?” Frank rolled his eyes at me and smirked. “Damn dude, you're needy,” I told him.
Frank pretended to take offensive to this and left his mouth agape as he placed his hand over his chest. He placed on a shocked expression and said, “I'm needy?! Girlfriend, you're the one jumping on my dick!”
“Whatever, Bubba! You're the one on my dick!” I yelled.
“Shut the fuck up, Wiener!” He exclaimed, throwing his hands up in the air with questionable motions along with it, the table erupted with laughter. I'm assuming it was meant to look like a handjob?
“Nice gang signs, asshole,” I yell at him. “A handjob looks like this.” I shook my hand up and down.
“Looks like someone had practice,” Frank smugly said.
I went to go say something else but the bell rang. I shot him a dirty look and then took off out of the lunchroom without anyone else to walk with. To be honest, Frank kind of gets on my nerves. I mean yeah, he's got some killer looks, but he can get fucking annoying sometimes.
“Winter!” I heard a familiar voice called out.
I cringed at John's voice and turned around to him beaming a smile from cloud nine. “Hey dude, what's up?”
John walked up besides me and strutted his walk that I now deem as a drag queen strut. “Heading to English, you?”
“Going to study hall,” I said with no emotion.
John raised his eyebrows up as went to go grab my hand. He said, “Oh, nice. I'll walk you there.”
I shook my head no and pulled away my hand before he could grab it as I said, “No, it's okay really. I'll be-”
I got cut off by an obnoxious boy named Frank screaming at us halfway down the hallway. “Get away from my baby mama, John!”
In a way I guess you could say I was thankful for Frank in this moment. Frank jumped up to me and wrapped his arm around my waist. Frank placed a soft kiss on my cheek, which took me by surprise. He shot John a dirty look and dragged me away. I pretended to give him a sad look and waved as we walked away.
“You best be loving me long time,” Frank said.
I chuckled darkly at his comment. “You wish I was your baby mama.”
Frank kept his arm around my waist and looked behind him. He whipped back around with a smile on his face as he said, “John's following us.”
I rolled my eyes. “Probably making sure that I am with you.”
“Let's have fun with this then,” Frank replied.
Before I could question him, Frank sped up towards my study hall room. He stopped us right next to the door and I was facing John's horrid face. He looked pissed as Frank engulfed me into a hug. I buried my face in his chest and played along.
“I'll be back after class, wait here, okay?” Frank said, rather loudly for John to hear.
I felt like I was so close into his chest that I could melt into him. “Okay, bye.”
“We're not done yet,” Frank whispered. He pulled us apart and cupped my face in his hands.
He's not actually going to fucking kiss me, is he?
Oh no, no, no, no, no.
I saw John's face getting even more pissed as Frank tilted my head from one side and smacked a huge kiss on my cheek. I felt myself getting warm in the face and gasped at him planted a big, fat kiss on my face. Thank God it wasn't on my fucking lips. The kiss he placed earlier was better than this one, this one was something else, for sure.
Frank pulled away with a smirk that could go on for miles as he lightly patted my face. “Bye, babe.”
I didn't say anything and darted into my study hall room. I plopped down in my seat with a dumbfounded look on my face. I shit you not, I sat there for a solid forty minutes not doing anything and just stared at my desk like an idiot. I was waiting for it to be set aflame from all the burning passion of stares it was getting from me.
The bell rang and I nearly shitted myself. The next class I have with both John and Frank. I waited until the study hall room was emptied and left. I went to the bathrooms closest to the 2D art room and hid in there until the late bell rang. I walked in saying I forgot where the classroom was. I was excused. The new kid card always works.
I sat down at my desk where it was empty. Frank shot me a look from across the room as John walked in late like he does everyday with his infamous drag queen strut. Quickly, I saw Frank pack his shit from his desk and dart to the empty seat next to me in record timing. It's the seat that John would take like he usually does.
Frank sat his ass right next to me and grabbed my hand like it was nothing. John got pissed and sat in Frank's old seat. The teacher told us it was freehand drawing day; so we could draw whatever we wanted before the bell has rung.
Without saying anything to Frank, I yanked my hand away and pulled out my sketch book from my bag along with a set of pencils and markers. I began to draw a couple of butterflies. Why butterflies? I almost stepped on one this morning and I felt bad. Forgive me, Mister Butterfly. Or Miss Butterfly.
“Did you fall asleep in study hall?” Frank randomly asked me. I looked up from my sketch book as he was still staring down at his. I burned holes in the side of his head.
“No, why?” I asked.
Frank giggled and broke his stare from his book. He leaned over to me and whispered so I could only hear him say, “Damn. So, that meant there were no wet dreams about my little kisses, eh?”
I kicked his chair harshly and said, “No! What the fuck is wrong with you!?”
Frank roared with laughter as he face planted the desk. I backed up a little and felt my face getting warm. The loud chatter of the classroom lowered down as they stared at Frank and myself. I leaned forward until I placed my head on the desk and sighed annoyingly. I began to laugh a little.
Frank turned his head that was still laying on the desk over towards me. He grinned as he began to say, “Come over tonight and we'll practice our kissing to piss John off.”
I rolled my eyes and smiled. “You wish I would come over to kiss your nasty ass chapped lips.”
“Fine,” Frank said as he sat up straight, licking his lips at my comment. “You should at least just come over for a smoke or something. I'm starting to think you don't like me.”
I sat up and leaned in my chair as far as I could go. I grinned as I said, “Not liking you?” I asked. “That's an understatement.”
I watched as Frank grinned and picked up his pencil. He began to sketch again and ignored my comment. He must be thinking something else is going on between us and I do not want him to get the wrong idea. I have my eyes on another guy.
I finished my drawing and gave it to the teacher. As I walked back to my desk, the bell rang and I darted for my things. I grabbed my bag, pencils, and sketch book. I ran out of the room like it was a million dollar marathon.
I didn't bother packing my things as I ran in the hallways and zoomed past people. I slung my bag over my shoulder and kept my sketch book at my side with my pencils in my opposite hand. I said hey to Mikey and Ray in the hallways as we passed each other. Such sweet guys. I just want to eat them up. Wow, I sound like an old lady.
I got into my study hall and started my homework before the bell rang. I managed to finish my last nights homework of Spanish before I had to go to it in two periods. I'm a bad student, aren't I? Oh well. At least it was done, she should be happy about that or at least have a fiesta in my honor. That'd be sweet as hell.
I met up with Mikey in Psychology and we began working on a new project about 'Social Norms.' We had to break the 'norm' of society and write a paper about it. Mikey and I decided to go to the store, get into the grocery carts, and use brooms to push ourselves around in a race against each other around the store. This was Mikey's idea.
Mikey walked with me to Spanish where Frank and Ray were also already at. Frank was sitting in his seat in the front with a stupid grin plastered on his face as he stared at me. I bugged my eyes out at him to tell him to stop, but he didn't take the hint. I walked towards my seat right next to the infamous Ray.
Ray gave me a small smile as the lesson began. I didn't pay much attention, I mostly thought about Gerard. That shoulder length, jet black hair he has is what I mostly was thinking about. I wondered if he'd let me style it sometime for him. Nothing too crazy, just something out of the ordinary, I guess.
Before I knew it, the bell rang and Frank was standing next to my desk. He was grinning like an idiot when I threw my back over my shoulder. Frank wrapped his hand around mine without asking and pulled me into the hallways. He picked up his pace rather quickly towards the front doors.
“Frank!” I yelled out. Frank gave me a smirk, knowing I just called him by his first name for the first time since I've been here.
He didn't say anything as we busted through the doors. We made our way to Gerard's car that was tucked away in the corner of the parking lot. He pushed me first inside the backseat and jumped in right after me.
“What the fuck!” I yelled at him.
Frank dropped his grin as he told me, “I heard a rumor that John was gonna ask you out today.” I felt my eyes bug out of my skull as Frank continued, “Yeah, even after we pretended to be together.”
Before I could say anything, Gerard turned around from the drivers seat and asked, “What happened?”
“John Humphrey, the biggest douchebag in the school, has the hots for our dearest Wiener,” Frank said, “we-”
I cut him off and said, “No, you.”
He rolled his eyes and said, ”I attempted to save her and pretend to be her boyfriend in the hallways, but the fucker doesn't take any hints.”
Gerard lightly chuckled and I felt myself beginning to blush. “Well,” Gerard started, “at least he picked someone beautiful to follow around.”
Lord almighty or Satan or possibly Budda, take me now. I'm ready to be taken off this Earth, I'm so fucking ready. I'm all yours. Gerard just called me beautiful.
Fall jumped in the seat next to me as Mikey piled in the passenger seat. Gerard didn't say anything else as he turned around and started the car. We drove towards Frank's house first as Mikey shuffled through Blink 182's album trying to find a song that we told him over and over again that wasn't theirs. He argued with us the whole way to Frank's.
We pulled up into Frank's driveway and he grabbed my hand. Before I could object or say anything, he yanked me out of the car with him. Frank wrapped his arm around my waist and leaned into the car to look at my sisters shocked expression.
“She'll be home before nine,” was all Frank said.
“I don't wanna hang out with you!” I yelled.
Frank smiled and waved to them as he closed the door. Gerard looked shocked as Frank picked me up and slung me over his shoulders. I felt my bag dropped from my shoulders and grabbed on to it. I started to kick around, trying to get down.
“Come on,” Frank giggled out. “Weed, I promise you, weed.”
I stopped kicking around and accepted the fact that I was indeed, going to get baked with Frank. I watched as Gerard gave me a small wave and drove away.
Come back, I need you.
“Here-” Frank dropped my on my feet softly “-mom's home, but she'll leave in about an hour.”
He opened the door and we walked into the front living room. His mom was running around in a pair of scrubs with an obnoxiously large white coat that reached her knees. She went to pick up a bag and stopped dead in her tracks and looked at me like I was covered in tentacles.
“Hi there,” was all she said.
“Mom,” Frank grinned as he spoke to his mom, “this is my future wife.” Frank smiled and I slapped him on the shoulder. “Her name's Winter Storm. She's new to Jersey. She's from some place in Cali.”
She quickly walked over and smiled at me. She pulled me into a hug and said, “Cool name, kid. I'm Linda or you can call me mom. Whatever suits you.”
Linda broke off our hug and I smiled at Frank. His mom is very sweet. I think it's adorable how Frank is almost the spitting image of his mother. It was obvious that he had her nose and shortness. I wondered if the eye's he had were from his dad's side of the family.
“What's up mom?” Frank casually asked and leaned onto me.
I pushed him off as she said, “Getting called in early. Sorry guys, but I gotta go. Have fun.”
We moved out of the way and Frank waved his hand at his mom as she bolted out the door. Frank walked up to the door and closed it. He turned around and placed his back on it with a grin plastered on his face.
“Weed?” he asked.
“Weed,” I replied.
Frank dropped his bag on the floor and I did the same. I followed him upstairs to his room and plopped on the bed. Frank jumbled around in his closet before pulling out a large shoe box. I moved my way from the bed to the floor as Frank made sure the windows and door was closed.
He finally sat down Indian-styled and rolled up a joint. To be honest, I felt a little hesitant that we were smoking weed in his bedroom. Wouldn't his mom smell this? It has an obvious smell to it.
“Frank,” I began, “how does your mom not know you smoke weed in her house?”
Frank grinned as he said, “You said my name-” I rolled my eyes “-she knows I do, but doesn't ever say anything. She's a night shift ER doctor, so it gives me plenty of time to smoke, blow out the smell and mask my room with cologne and Febreze.”
He lit up the joint and took the first drag; inhaling as much as his lungs would let him. He quickly passed it over to me and I took a deep one too. I took in the joint's sweet weed into my lungs happily. I passed it back to Frank, who was still holding his breath from the first puff. We both exhaled at the same time.
We smoked the whole thing within an hour along with two other joints. We were smoking our fourth when Frank started to snicker at something. I leaned against the bed and thought about what I'm doing right now. Frank kept me out of my thoughts with his laughing.
“What?” I asked.
Frank giggled a little bit more. He moved over and laid his head against my shoulder. I left him there, not bothering to move him or anything. It wasn't harming me or him that he was there. This is the moment I realized I'm hitting the high.
“I was thinking about John's face when I kissed your cheek,” he said. “I didn't see it, but I know you did. It must've been priceless, yes? Please say yes?”
I laughed and shook with memories of his crazed expression. “Dude,” I began, “he looked like he shitted his self and a monkey came up and ate the shit out of his pants.”
Frank busted out with laughter as he passed me the joint. I held onto it as I felt him laughing his ass off on my side. I began to laugh with him and I laid my head on top of his as I took a hit of the j.
“It was fucking amazing,” I eventually said during my laughs.
Frank wiggled his way from under me and took the smoke. “I bet-” he giggled “-wish I had a fucking camera. Kodak moment!”
After we finished the fourth one, we made it downstairs to get something to eat. It ended up us eating a large box of mac 'n cheese, a half of a gallon of chocolate ice cream, two large bags of chips, and a large bag of trail mix. I don't think I've ever been this hungry in my life. Maybe once. I was like nine and we were in Disneyworld.
Frank and I are currently sprawled across his couch. I'm laying on my stomach facing the television that was playing an old rerun of I Love Lucy. Frank, though, was laying on top of me with his back against mine. I think he was staring up at the ceiling.
“I'm not crushing you, am I?” He asked.
“Nah,” I plainly said, still engrossed with Lucy.
To be honest, he weighs almost nothing. He's like a feather. So, it didn't bother me that he was back to back with him on top. I felt him shift around every so often to get more comfortable. Being completely out of this world makes you not care what's going on and I know if I was sober at this moment, I'd be flipping the fuck out on him.
Frank started to move around more and then I felt him completely shift over on top of me. I didn't move a muscle, I just watched my black and white television show. Once he stopped moving, I could feel him moving up and down from his chest, meaning that he was breathing. Oh, he's on his stomach now.
“The fuck?” Frank said
“Hm?” I asked.
I felt him dangle his arm down my side to be more comfortable. “I didn't know Lucy was pregnant on here.”
“Duh,” I said. “The actual actor was pregnant and then they incorporated it into the show. Another cool fact is that they aired the pregnancy episode where she gave birth when the actor was suppose to be due. It sent their ratings up like crazy.”
“Oh-” Frank moved a little “-never knew that.”
“M-hm,” I hummed with a 'as a matter of fact' tone to it.
We laid there like that for a long while, watching the episode “Lucy Goes to the Hospital.” After that, another rerun played and I felt like falling asleep. Somewhere in the middle of the second episode, I knocked out cold. I dreamed of nothing besides me sleeping in my bed at home. A sleep within a sleep. Ah, high dreams are certainly something else.
“Wiener-” I felt someone shaking me “-WIENER!”
I jolted my eyes open to a surprised looking Frank. I could feel the anger about to explode from him waking me up. Frank's expression went from surprised, to concerned. He didn't looked too thrilled.
“It's almost midnight!” He exclaimed, shaking me lightly. “I fucking fell asleep after you and didn't wake up until just now!”
That's all he needed to say. I jumped off of the couch, pushed past Frank, and darted for my bag next to the front door. Frank followed after me and pushed me out of the door. How the fuck did we manage to do that? Either way, I'm hoping and praying that mom and dad haven't realized I'm still gone.
Frank grabbed a hold of my hand and pulled me towards a green truck. I dragged along with him, assuming that it was his car. We broke off each others hold as I jumped in the passenger seat and Frank jumped in the drivers shortly after I got inside.
“Holy shit,” he began, “I'm so fucking sorry. I'm so sorry.”
“Don't worry about it-” Frank started the car “-I just need to get home soon.”
We started down the road and I told him how to get there. About halfway home, we hit a red light and stayed there for what seemed like hours. I threw my head against the seat and groaned. [i]Please don't be awake mom and dad.[/i] Shit is going to hit the fan and fucking go everywhere if they are.
After a few seconds of hearing nothing, Frank said, “My license is suspended... don't tell anyone I'm driving you. I can get into some serious shit.”
“I don't care, Bubba!” I exclaimed at him. “I'm going to murder you myself if I get in trouble for being late!”
“I'm so sorr-” I cut him off before he could finish.
“I swear to God, I will strangle you.” I glared at him.
The light finally changed and we made it to my house in less than five minutes. Frank pulled up next to the mailbox on the side of the road and I stared at my house for a good few seconds. I was checking to see if anyone was moving around or if their was any lights on.
“Oh thank God,” I said to myself.
“What?” Frank asked.
I turned away from the house and gave Frank a smile. “No one's awake, I think I can make it inside alive.”
“Oh-” Frank grinned “-good.”
“Okay,” I started out awkwardly, “thanks for kidnapping me today. It was fun, surprisingly.”
Frank's grin turned into a devious smirk as he said, “I told you.”
I rolled my eyes as I told him, “Bye.”
I jumped out of the car and swiftly made my way into my house. I tiptoed around for a good twenty minutes, making sure I didn't hit any of the creaks in the floorboard so that they'd play the song of their people. I made it into my bedroom and sighed happily.
I made it; the coast is clear.
I took off my clothes and wondered around my room in my bra and panties, trying to find something comfy to wear to bed. Before I could, I heard light tapping on my window. I annoyingly sighed knowing that there is a high chance of it being none other than Frank. I dropped the pajamas I was holding and trotted to my window.
I pushed back the curtain and peered out into the night. I grinned ear to ear seeing the gorgeous face of Gerard Way. I let out a sigh of relief with a muffled giggle. I pulled my curtain back even more and stared back at Gerard's face. It went from surprised to 'what the fuck' and back to surprised. I quickly opened the window and stuck my head out.
“Gee!” I exclaimed in a low whisper.
He waved and tucked his hands back into his pockets. Gerard's wearing a black leather jacket with a black t-shirt underneath and then loose fitting black jeans. He looked like he could be a cliched vampire lord or something. Either way, he looked great.
“Nice bra,” was all he said.
I immediately backed away from my window and cursed at myself. I picked up my sheet from my bed and covered myself. I quickly ran over to the bedroom window. My face was hot with embarrassment as I looked back down at Gerard. What the fuck is wrong with me?
I poked my head back out and said, “Sorry-” Gerard covered her mouth up and laughed “-I really am.”
“It's fine; free peep show I guess-” I made a playful sour face at him “-but hey! I know I could've waited until tomorrow, but tomorrow is Saturday, and I was thinking, maybe we could hang out again? We haven't in a while.” Gerard whispered up to my second story window.
I leaned a bit more out of the window. It was probably a bad idea seeing how far I already am out of it. If I so happened to lose my balance, not only would I fall out of a second story window head first, but Gerard would be there to witness it all; the fall, the bra, the panties...
“Yeah!” I said a bit louder than I should've. “Tomorrow at what time?”
I saw him thinking about it for a second as he sucked on his lips and moved them back and forth. Finally, he responded with, “How about I'll be here at like, eleven? Sound good?”
I put a thumbs up and said, “Yep! See you tomorrow, Gee.”
Gerard smiled and waved as he said, “Bye, Winnie.” I grinned at the nickname he called me.
I watched him as he left the side of my house and made his way onto the sidewalk. I closed my window after I couldn't see him anymore and I darted for my bed. I set my alarm clock for nine in the morning to wake up. I didn't bother getting pajamas on. I don't think I slept at all that night.
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