𝐃𝐞𝐬𝐭𝐫𝐨𝐲 𝐌𝐞 𝐀𝐠𝐚𝐢𝐧 ✧ (𝐅𝐫𝐞𝐫𝐚𝐫𝐝) [on hold]

✧ Chapter 20 : The Passion and the Pathos ✧

Spending the whole day in a graveyard could be considered Frank and I's definition of fun.

It was soothing, in a way. A reminder that we would all end up the same whatever we do. Memento Mori. 'Remember that you will die'.

Whether we are saints or assholes, we all end up six feet underground in a big box. The afterlife is another matter, of course.

The timid warmth of early spring was beginning to chase the snow, reduced to small white mounts on top of tombstones and branches. The golden rays of sunlight were piercing between the naked trees that were barely starting to grow buds a tender green. At last, some bold little flowers were piercing the snow.

That scenery was worth a painting. I mentally noted to give a try to my artistic hands, some day.

I felt something vibrate in my jeans. My phone, you bunch of sinners. I grabbed it and refused yet another call from Lindsey. Mikey and she hadn't stopped calling me all day, only because it was the third time I was skipping school this week - it was Wednesday. Well, boo-hoo.

I received another message from Mikey. Something that started with please - I didn't even bother reading the rest. It wasn't hard to imagine. 'Please come home, Gerard', 'please call me back, Gerard', 'please stop ignoring my texts, Gerard'.

I turned off my phone and hopped off the large tombstone I had been sitting on. Frank grinned at me, wrapped his arms around my hips and kissed me. We started making out in the cemetery. We were alone, besides the hundreds of dead beneath our feet, mind you.

Frank let out one of these small, merry giggles of his. He and I have been spending even more time together since out little pact ; I absolutely didn't regret making it. We were closer than ever and perhaps even genuinely happy.

It was us against the rest of the world, and no matter how much we denied it out loud, we secretly loved that.

Being outcasts made us special and brought us closer; we were so much less lonely than they were when it was just the two of us. Acting like outlaws made us feel more alive, and less blind in a way.

We hung out all day long. It was the first day in weeks that I was completely sober of all substances. In my defense - and to add a bit of cheesiness - I did feel high but only thanks to Frank. The drug in me was him.

The twilight had quickly become our only last source of lightening. Gotta love the late dawns and the early sunsets. It honestly was a breathtaking sight, though. The sky was on fire, and so were we.

Frank grabbed my hand. "My place?"

I tutted, shaking my head. "No way. Let's go to my place, for once. My parents are at work and Mikey will be at school for another couple of hours."

Frank hummed. We headed for my house and as soon as we had closed the front door and taken off our coats, he kissed me deeply. I wrapped my arms around his neck and kissed back.

Frank took off my jacket while he was kissing me, and me, his. I sensed my heart squeeze in my ribcage when I understood where this was going.

My back hit the nearest wall. Hands were needily groping everywhere they could. There was nothing we wanted more than to show how much we loved each other. In order to do so, I grabbed Frank's hand and led him upstairs, giving him a suggestive gaze that he perfectly understood.

I was honestly on autopilot at the moment, for example when my lips crashed back on his as soon as we walked in my bedroom, or when I led him to my bed. It all felt so natural to me. A scene for which we had rehearsed for months by making out and keeping on getting closer.