~Frank/Fun Ghoul's POV~
Ever have those mornings where you wake up and just want to be a cat? Y'know, so you just have to sleep, eat and be fluffy all day long? WEll, I can almost assure you that you've never woken up feeling like a dog. I did. It was the weirdest thing ever. Weird because I was completely okay with it. I mean, someone was petting my hair and humming softly.
I'm just gonna go out on a limb and say that I should have opened my eyes sooner, just so that I could watch the person who was petting my hair. However, me being me, I didn't. I was too busy feeling just as awful as I had when I last woke up. Then it hit me.
I sit upright quickly, trying to ignore the feeling of all the head rushing out of my head and to my other bodyparts, and skitter backwards to the nearest thing my back will hit. I can't really tell you why I freaked the fuck out like that, but I do know that when I realized where I was I calmed down quite a bit. I rest my hand over my pounding heart and let my head drop onto my chest.
"Frank? Are you okay?" I hear someone walk over to where I am, resting a hand on my shoulder. I jerk away from it. I don't want anyone touching me. I look up, into his eyes. Party Poison. He kneels in front of me, eye level to where I'm huddled on my knees. He reaches out again, and I don't flinch away. I can't find my voice. "Frank? Fun Ghoul?"
It's true. I'm here. I'm stuck in the Zones. I can't go back. I can't get it back... I can't see it ever again. It's lost to me forever. I quickly wrap my arms around his waist, hug him. His arms go around my back as I cry into his dusty shirt that smells like dirt and sweat, but also like him.
His hand is rubbing soothing circles gently into my back and I calm down enough to the point where I'm not crying anymore. God dammit it all. I'm such a fuckin' pansy.
"Ghoul?" His voice is cautious, careful not to be too loud, as though being too loud would scare me again. I take a deep breath and pull back, wiping my eyes. I look at him again and manage a weak smile.
"S-sorry Party Poison..." He smiles largely. His teeth are tiny and somewhat crooked, but they're also rather endearing... I look down, trying not to dwell too much on the fact that he hadn't shoved me away like everyone does... Or like everyone did.
"Don't worry, Ghoul. Are you okay?" I look into his eyes. I want so bad to tell him, but I can't. Or can I? I take a deep breath.
"I-I... I just got overwhelmed, is all." I mentall shoot myself in the face. I'm stupid. I can't tell the person who saved my life-twice!- a secret and then I lie to him. I'm so gonna go to purgatory if I die and if that shit exists. I dunno. I've always been a bit iffy on the whole heaven and hell and limbo/purgatory thing. Personally, I say 'fuck that', because what does it matter? If we're gonna die, we have to live. I'm rambling now.
"It's alright, Ghoul. I promise." He smiles again and the warmth from it almost warmed my heart. He makes to stand up and hold out a hand, but I stop him.
"Wait, Poison... That's not what I was gonna say." I look down.
"Okay. What was it, then, Ghoul?" I take another deep breath and steel my nerves.
"I-I... I'm gay." It's silent and when I look up, I see Poison with a look of horror upon his face. I can only feel the tears well up in my eyes.
*So yeah... What do you think about it so far?*
