Guilty Conscience

It's a Bulletproof Heart, You'll Never get Through it

"Been doing some cleaning for me?"

"Yes and no."

"Care to explain that short ass answer?"

"Nah, not really."

I had walked in his house at this point, still gawking at the enormity of it all.

"Gerard, you do realize your living room is the size of most of my house, right?"

"Huh?"

"Have you not noticed the difference?"

"Not really..."

"That's what us poor people call rich people privilege."

"That's kinda mean."

"But I'm not wrong, therefore it's just making a statement."

"You're an ass."

"Come up with a better insult." I smiled at my comeback, and Gerard just rolled his eyes and walked up towards his room. I stayed behind, still taking in everything. I would've loved to grow up in this home, with a seemingly loving father and a mother who worked hard to earn all the money. It was a dream of mine as a kid, to grow up like royalty. That never happened, but I like to imagine it did. It makes the trauma a little less severe, but that's just me.

"You coming?" Gerard was leaning over the stairs, looking down at me. He was staring at me like I was some weird deformed creature.

"Yeah, sorry, I'm just still looking around. It really is a nice house."

"Thanks, now get up here already."

"Fine. You're needy as hell."

"Am I? Or is that you, Frankie?" He called back. Just for that, I'm gonna attack him when I finally get done climbing all the stairs.

I got into his room after what seemed like an eternity of walking up stairs.

When I walked in, I didn't see Gerard.

Suddenly, I was pushed onto his bed and then jumped on.

I yelped because it was not expected, then finally got out from underneath him and made it to where I was holding him down.

"What were you tryna do, hm?" I leaned down so our faces were only inches apart.

"N-nothing. Just wanted to play."

"Mmmm, look where you got yourself now."

"I'm not complaining about my current situation..."

"Oh, really?"

"Yeah."

I was still on top of him, I wasn't going to be moving anytime soon. It was fun watching him stumble over his words and watch his face get redder the longer I stayed.

Then, he kissed me.

I was shocked for a moment, but I didn't back out of it. It felt like he had wanted to do this for a long time, because it was long and passionate, and full of something I couldn't quite place.

Finally, I pulled back, because, unfortunately, I need air to breath.

I looked at him in astonishment, and he looked back with the same flustered face I saw every time I did something to make him question his sexuality. Only this time, it was him who made the first move, not me.

I was a little flustered now, and I slowly began to slide to the side of him.

He grabbed me to hold me in my place, which wasn't hard, seeing as I was as thin as a twig. He probably could've wrapped his entire arm around me without any struggle whatsoever.